Negotiating With The Boss

Mr. Barmüller was waiting for her when Emily finally entered his office. His mood was definitely no better than it had been when they first met, when she had sat down uninvited in his chair. If anything, he looked even grimmer.

But Emily wasn't intimidated. She had gathered enough ammunition to win any battle against him.

“Take a seat,” he instructed her curtly. “You're probably wondering why I called you here.”

She sat down with a mocking smile.

“Not really.”

Now he looked surprised. Taking advantage of the situation, Emily continued.

“You found out that the CEO has taken note of my contribution to the top project and therefore wants to entrust me with more important tasks. But you would rather prevent that and have tried to find something that speaks against me. However, all the people you asked, my tutor, the facility manager, the personnel manager, and the accounting department, only gave me good references. So you can hardly prevent it.”

His expression wavered between disbelief and anger.

“Outrageous!” he blurted out, “I don't know from where you got this information. But it won't do you any good. Your behavior yesterday in my office was unacceptable, and I'm afraid I have to fire you.” It didn't sound as if he was truly sorry.

Emily's grin had grown wider and wider during the litany. She went in for the decisive blow.

“My behavior? I would rather say that your behavior was problematic, Klaus. I can call you Klaus, can't I? What you wrote to your friend about my ‘hot body’ is most certainly not in line with company policy. And how did you put it? You would like to bend me over your desk, spank me, and then fuck me good and hard. Is that right?”

Barmüller's face changed from bright red to pale white.

She didn't give him a chance to recover from the low-punch. She quickly stripped off her clothes and lay down across the tabletop.

“Is this what it looked like in your dirty little fantasy?”