The way to Mariana's office

The mansion's size was only matched by its opulence. As Valerie peeked into the first few rooms along the corridor, she was amazed at the wealth on display. Some rooms could pass for museum exhibits based on the paintings and valuables they contained. She spotted the occasional worker while making her way through the labyrinthine corridors, but to her relief, they all seemed to ignore her. Her plan was a simple one - find Mariana and pretend to be a new employee. With a convincing enough act, she was sure she would get Dawson's location from Mariana and proceed to the next step of her plan.

After ascending an ornate marble staircase, she finally arrived at the office. She looked around carefully, verifying the corridor was deserted. She quietly opened the door a crack, peeking inside. A woman in her late thirties, presumably Mariana, was sitting at her desk. She was having an animated discussion with a man in his early twenties.

"There hasn't been a single new one this month! What did I say, Mariana? If you fall behind, then there will be consequences," he said, clearly angry. He had an air of petulance about him, like a spoiled brat used to getting what he wanted.

"Look, Isaiah, I'm trying! We didn't find any-"she tried to explain, but he silenced her by smashing his fist on the table.

"Get up," he said to her. Mariana gulped nervously and stood up from her desk. She was wearing a fairly traditional business suit - grey blazer and skirt along with a white blouse.

"Come here," he said, gesturing to the space next to her. She got out from behind her desk and nervously walked up to him.

"You know what this means," he growled, his face inches away from hers. Mariana nodded, unbuttoning her blazer and letting it fall to the floor. Her hands went to the buttons on her blouse, but Isaiah stopped her. Before Mariana could continue, he grabbed the blouse and ripped it open, sending buttons flying everywhere. So fast was the motion that Valerie almost gasped in surprise. She was saved only because she managed to cover her mouth with her hand to stifle the noise at the last moment.

He stepped back and watched as Mariana took off her ripped blouse, her skirt, and then her bra and panties. Her head bowed, she stood in front of him, wearing only her heels and black stay ups stockings. He grabbed Mariana by the waist, then bent her over her own desk. Valerie watched, aghast, as he proceeded to **** the once respectable looking manager until she was reduced to a whimpering mess. Mariana was begging him to fuck her by the time he unzipped his pants. Her moans were mixed with cries, and the spectacle continued for a few minutes until he finally came all over her face and tits, leaving her lying sprawled on her own desk.

"Good girl," he said, zipping back up. "Now get back to work. If I don't have what I want by tonight, then you know what it means."

"Yes, master," Mariana simply moaned affirmatively, too spent to move.

Isaiah smirked, then turned to leave the room. Thinking quickly, Valerie left her spot in front of the door. She moved as far as she could, then pulled out a small feather duster that came with her outfit and pretended to clean one of the paintings in the hall - just in time as he emerged from the door. He didn't seem to notice anything untoward, for he walked past her without saying anything. Valerie sighed in relief.

"You," he said suddenly, causing Valerie to jump. She turned around and saw that he was looking at her.

"Pick up her clothes," he ordered, with a dismissive tone that suggested he expected her to obey without question. "And make sure she knows she won't have anything to wear for the rest of the week."

He left, seemingly in a hurry, leaving Valerie alone. She looked towards the door to Mariana's office, wondering what kind of mess she had gotten herself into.

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