Her job interview

You smile to yourself, amused by Laura's frustrations. While she had started to treat you nicer after your blockbuster story that made the paper the talk of the town, you still harbored some resentment towards her for dissing you back when you didn't have any magic rings or material to **** her with.

You walk slowly over to where she is sitting, but instead of getting behind the desk where she used to sit, you go to the front of the desk and sit on the edge, looking down at Laura who's less than a foot away. She's in her usual attire, white blouse, pinstripe suit jacket and skirt, black heels. Very professional looking, as always.

"So, you're interviewing for the position of assistant editor?" you taunt Laura, hoping to get a rise out of her.

"Yes!" she exclaims in exasperation.

"Do you have a resume?"

"What?!? You know I don't! And you know I'm more than qualified for this job! I'm more than qualified for your job!"

"Well, I don't know for sure since I don't see a resume. Can you please elaborate on your experience?" You smile. Laura looks furious in the chair and she's taking deep breaths to compose herself. After a few moments of a silent, one-sided staring contest, she finally relents and starts talking about her experience through gritted teeth. You pretend to pay attention but zone out at some point while staring at her chest. It's been a long time since you had first blackmailed her and seen Laura's exposed body, and you're trying to picture it in your head. You realize she's done speaking when Laura clears her throat loudly.

"So? Satisfied? Do I have the job?"