First message
I chuckle to myself as I finish signing the last contract on my desk. Across the room in my personal study was my recent hire. Well…recent as in six months. Six months of ordering her around, and unlike my last ten hires, she took all the hits. Her eyes tells me she hates it, but she was smart enough to know this has been her best job yet. She won’t find another. So she bears with it. With me.
Your mind’s not on our deal. Am I keeping you from a Saturday date?
I speak with my usual firm, authoritative tone as I chuckle dryly, both intimidating but with a hint of flirtatiousness, something no one can detect unless I got under their nerves, like she did right now as she squirms in the velvet lounge chair.