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Init"I like your initiative," he said, looking at her breasts. "I'm going to promote you. You'll be working directly under me now."She told him that she was grateful, of course. She was, even, a little bit. Doing meaningless secretarial work had been an insult to her considerable intelligence, and she assumed now that she'd be doing something more meaningful. Even if his hands strayed a bit, it would be an improvement, she told herself. It wasn't. She continued with the secretarial duties, for him now, but she was expected in addition to "look nice for the clients", which meant "dress sexy for me", and "perform extracurricular activities as needed", which meant "get fucked on my desk". It was nothing that she hadn't had to do before for a variety of men in a variety of positions. She'd sued the first one for harassment. She'd won. The money hadn't even paid her legal fees. She hadn't been able to find a job after that for eleven months. She'd kept quiet next time it had happened.
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