He's sent back to his desk

"Now get out there and whoop some ass, Jared! Oh, and of course send Becca to my office so I can go over our little 'plan' with her. She thinks that just being here is her punishment, but she has no idea that I know about her dirty, little secret," she said with a wicked smile as her heels clacked back onto the wood flooring. With a final wink, she sauntered back to her chair a the opposite end of the desk.

Jared rose from his seat, erection on full display. He turned and left, closing the door behind him as he did. His body was operating completely on muscle memory. He found himself in front of the mirror in the bathroom, so he turned on the water and splashed his face a couple of times, hoping it would help him process everything. He began thinking back to all of the videos he watched in between those late night projects.

He dried himself off and took a few deep breaths.

Okay, that happened. This is real, he convinced himself. Flashes of Rebecca's body consumed his mind. He began thinking of all the ways he would discipline her. His dick couldn't get any harder, and in that moment he remembered that there was still a full day of work ahead of him. Regardless of how exciting and perplexing the situation was, he still had a job to do and wasn't going to get any type of reward by failing at his duties.

With that, he felt a strange sense of inspiration as he made his way back to the creative department.

Am I... excited to work? he reflected.

Jared rounded the corner to the edge of the office space, where his dead department lay barren minus his new creative intern who wasn't visible upon approach. The area was relatively hidden by the cubicle walls, making it the most private part of the entire office suite. Not only that, but Jared and his team had a conference room that was strictly for them. He hadn't used it since the team was disbanded, but now he imagined the ways in which the soundproof room would benefit him.

He entered into the cubicle labyrinth and, as expected, saw Rebecca sitting at Charlie's old desk. She was of course on her phone, and might not have even noticed him walk by if he hadn't stopped right in front of her. Her eyes lifted from her phone to Jared standing in silence.

"Uhh, what's up, Jerry?" she asked, noticeably bothered by the intrusion.

Jared gathered himself and said, "Aileen, or your mom rather, would like to speak to you in her office."

"In a sec, I'm just about to finish something," she said, dismissively.

"Now, Rebecca," demanded Jared.

Rebecca was startled by Jared's tone, but began to rise from her chair as he had ordered. She began to walk away when Jared stopped her.

"Leave your phone at your desk, Rebecca."

"What? Why?"

"Don't make me ask again."

"Okay, jeez. You don't need to be a dick about it," she said, as she rolled her eyes and sighed.

Jared made note of that. Rebecca put her phone down and continued on her way to Aileen's office on the other side of the suite.

As she was about to exit the cubicle labyrinth, Jared called out, "Oh and Rebecca?"

"Yeah?"

"My name is Jared, but you can call me sir."

With a scoff and a scowl, Rebecca doubled her pace toward her mother's office. Jared reveled in the thought of her entering the office in a huff, and leaving with the knowledge that she was in deep shit. But mostly, he thought about how amazing her ass looked as she walked away.