A surprise for Kayla.

Kayla walks back into your office. Her face is painted with concern.
"Any luck?"
"Yeah actually I figured out what happened. The software updated, and there was formatting issue, so the invoices weren't being recognized anymore. I fixed it. Honestly, it was luck that I figured out the problem. You probably wouldn't have figured it out." You try not to sound condescending, but you don't think you pulled it off.
"So this is the new format?" Kayla leans over you to look at the screen. Her rack is very close to your face right now.
"Uh.. yeah." She smells...really good. Fruity scented body spray complements her natural, clean scent. She doesn't wear too much makeup, just simple foundation and mascara, with a bright pink shade of lipstick. You can clearly see straight into her cleavage; her enhanced breasts held are held firm and tight by a pink bra, and a diamond shaped pendant hung between them. It had been a gift from your father.
"You're the best, James. Thanks....boss." she winks at you and squeezes your shoulder. As she turns to go, you follow her out.
"Kayla, will you join me outside for a second?"
She cocks her head with a puzzled, slightly worried look, as you walk past her to the front door.
"Come on. You're not in trouble." You beckon with a smile on your face.
Outside, you stop next to her blue Pontiac Sunfire. It had seen better days. {if MasterShower = 0} Scotty had finished with it; his truck was gone from its spot.{endif} There was some rust, and the tires were low on tread{if MasterShower = 0}, even the spare Scott had put on. {else}. {endif}You paid Kayla a decent salary, but after Francis died, you're sure her standard of living has suffered from the lack of his occasional..."extracurricular" gifts. She had wrecked the Benz he had bought her three nights after his ****, hysterically driving down the highway at 1:00 in the morning. It had been a miracle that she was unharmed. This Pontiac had been a poor substitute.
"It's been a tough two years, Kay." You rest against the hood of her car, arms crossed.
"Yeah." she doesn't really know what you're driving at. Her expression is puzzled.
"I know that after he died, I maybe wasn't the best person to you. And for that, I'm sorry." you look down. It was an understatement; at the reception, you had come close to directly blaming her for his ****.
"It's ok, James. You were hurting. We all were. What are you getting at?" she steps closer, putting a hand on your arm.
You start walking towards one of your disused garages. You were reorganizing the space, so it was largely ignored by everyone else at the shop. She follows expectantly, still not getting what's happening.
"It's no excuse, Kayla. You're an invaluable part of our team, and I haven't really appreciated you as much as you deserve." Truth be told, FSC would fall apart without her, and replacing her would be rough. She had good relationships with all the realtors, developers and important business contacts required to be successful in this business.
You reach the garage, pulling out your keys, plus an ignition key on a second ring. You pull open the garage, revealing a car, obscured by a white sheet.

"James....what..." Kayla's mouth is hanging open, and she has a hand pressed to her chest. "Is that?"
You toss the key to her, and pull off the sheet to reveal a sky blue Mustang convertible, 2015 model year.
"It's about time you had a new company car, Kayla."
Kayla claps both hands over her mouth. "WHAT!?" she shrieks in delight and surprise. "Are you kidding me? Why?"
"I just told you why. I was going to wait until your birthday in July, but I guess I just figured, why wait. I can afford it now, thanks the hard work you put in."
Kayla has tears running down her face, leaving light furrows in her makeup. "You brat! I'm going to ruin my makeup..." she throws her arms around you suddenly. "I'm sorry for being such a bitch all the time."
"Not at all, hon." you put your arms around her, uncomfortably aware of her tits squashed against you. She feels good, and smells good too. "I need you to keep giving that excellent service our customers like, and I need you with a reliable car. Now remember, it is a company car, Kayla. So... you know. Don't wreck it." Kayla pulls back to look into your face.
"I'm blown away, James... You're a good man." she pauses, and her face grows very sincere, "Better than Frank."
You suddenly realize that the close proximity of Kayla's curves is giving rise to a boner. You should really extricate yourself, professionally.