The Devil Wears a Suit and Tie

The emerald-eyed blonde leaned over the table, staring down at the open laptop upon it. One hand rested upon the table, propping her up, the other moving the screen with her finger upon the touch pad. The slightly bent over shape of her body showed off her ample figure, her curvaceous ass being pushed out behind her, wide hips leading to a slim waist, the round shape of her breasts noticeable in her shirt as they hung from her body. Her eyes focused on the bright screen, scouring the words and images that appeared for any sign of fault or failure.

Satisfied that she was just about done, she rose up and stretched, reaching her arms above her head and leaning from side to side to work the muscles that hadn’t been used. She twisted her neck, inhaling deeply as she closed her eyes. After a moment she exhaled, and opened them again, taking in the sight of the conference room afresh. Her breathing became deeper, mutating into a yawn, which she stifled with the back of her hand. But she was used to this feeling. Late nights and early morning were nothing strange to the editor of a local newspaper.

Returning to the work at hand, she pushed her long blonde hair out of her face and read on. She didn’t manage to get very far when there was a knock at the door. A young intern in his early twenties entered, dressed respectfully in black trousers, a white shirt and dark grey, almost waistcoat. His hand continued rapping stiffly upon the door, even as he opened and entered without prompting. She ignored him, for a few seconds, finishing the sentence she had currently been reading before lifting her eyes, and straightening her body, to look at the handsome young man.

“I’m sorry to disturb you,” he said meekly. “Mr. Walker was looking for you.”

“I’m busy finalizing tomorrow’s print,” she said, already in the process of turning and bending over to read again. “I’ll find him after.”

His eyes dropped to her round ass in the long skirt, as he cleared his throat and said, “Sorry, Ma’am, it’s just…he did seem quite urgent about it. He’s in the records room but he said that an article reference from 2005 seemed to have been misplaced. He’d already enlisted another intern to help him look and…”

“Another intern?” Olivia Walker stopped reading, stopped everything that she was doing, looking over at him, her eyes wide and full of concern. “Was is a female intern?”

“Yes, about my age I believe,” he confirmed, proceeding to describe the intern in question. “A little shorter than me, angular face, sort of rose gold looking hair and steely grey eyes. I think her name begins with an ‘A’…”

“Alexa,” she said with a sigh, standing properly again.

“Yes, I think so.” He frowned and lowered his eyes apologetically. “I’m sorry, Ma’am, Mr. Walker only hired me a month ago. I’m still learning all the names around here.”

“Don’t worry, it takes a bit of time, but you’ll acclimate,” She smiled comfortingly. “The first thing you need to learn is that there’s no need to address me as ‘ma’am’. I’m not that old, yet.”

“I only mean respect, Ma…Mrs. Walker,” he laughed as he stopped himself from unconsciously addressing her as ‘ma’am’ again. “You definitely don’t look old at all.” His eyes roamed over her body, from her feet in heels up her slender, toned legs wrapped in pantyhose, to the dark skirt and buttoned white shirt, allowing himself to revel in the sight of her one more time. “If I didn’t know who you were, I might have even mistaken you for your daughter.”

Olivia chucked, completely disbelieving the young man. She thought that she kept herself in good shape and all, but there was really no way the forty-two-year-old could pass as an eighteen-year-old girl. He was simply trying to be charming and sweet to his boss in an effort to keep his job in case he had offended her with the ‘ma’am’ word. She waved her hand dismissively and leaned over the laptop to sign out.

“That’s nice of you to say. I’ve been told that we look alike before but never with such flattery,” she told him, rolling her eyes. “But, how do you know what my daughter looks like? Did you go to school with her?”

“I’ve heard people talk about her…I hope that’s okay,” he grimaced, wondering who else he had thrown under the bus. “And there’s a picture of the two of you in your office. I went there first when I was looking for you.”

“Ah, that’s reasonable,” she agreed, before smiling and adding, “you seem like a smart, young man…what was your name again?”

“Gavin,” he replied, smiling softly in return.

“Well, Gavin, it was nice talking to you, but I should get to my husband…and Alexa,” Olivia said, leaving the laptop and crossing the conference room to the door, passing Gavin on the way. “It’s late. You should head home.”

“I will.” He nodded. “This was the last thing I had to do this evening.”

“Then thank you, and sorry to have kept you. Good night.”

She turned and left without a second thought to the young man. Richard was forever replacing interns around the office, so it wasn’t unheard of for her to meet a new one every few months. Except Alexa. She seemed to be the only permanent fixture around the office, having made herself truly indispensable to Olivia’s husband it seemed. And, of course, smart as she was, it didn’t escape her, the true meaning could be a lot less innocent.

It wasn’t that she didn’t trust her husband. Olivia knew that Richard had never and would never cheat on her. She could count on his faithfulness. However, it was Alexa that she didn’t trust. It was plain to see that the girl had a crush on her husband. And in an office environment a crush like that was a dangerous thing. Though she trusted her husband implicitly, one false move, especially alone in the records room could lead to a potentially nasty lawsuit and ruin their credibility.

The problem was that Alexa, despite her inclinations towards Richard Walker, was a good worker and had proved she could be reliable. While she continued to do her job, they had no cause to let her go. They couldn’t simply kick a good worker to the curb for what amounted to thought crimes. If that were the case, Olivia would have to fire herself, as she briefly considered the handsome young man from the conference room who complimented her.

That handsome young man shed the façade as soon as Victoria’s mother left the room, his face becoming smug and sneering as he straightened up, all meekness burning up as he became the cocky, devious Shawn Lewis that he preferred. He cracked his neck and sighed. It was tiresome being so affable. He had no idea how other guys kept pretending to be nice all the time. It was killing him not to push the elder Walker to her knees and feed her his cock, just as he had done to her daughter.

Unfortunately, there wasn’t time for that, and while screwing over Victoria’s mother, both literally and figuratively, might have been fun, he was here for a greater scheme. One that Victoria’s parents certainly wouldn’t approve of. He dragged a chair over and sat in front of the laptop as he slid a flash drive out of his pocket.

“Let’s see if this bitch is worth her weight in gold,” he muttered to himself as he pushed the drive into the usb port.

Leaning back in the chair and running a hand over his shaven head, Shawn watched as the malware took root in the computer. Victoria’s mother had logged out, but she hadn’t shutdown the laptop. Not that it mattered, Shawn considered, since he had been assured the program would work regardless. All he had to do was stick it in and the scripts ran automatically, rewriting preferences and settings. The log in screen flickered, and then, the password autofilled and the laptop was opened to him.

Shawn continued to watch, smirking as didn’t even have to move. The program downloaded its contents onto the laptop as it began targeting the preview for tomorrow’s press. A new folder was created, deep within the system, with images inside, and a script ran, reading the pictures prepared for tomorrow’s front page and replacing it with an image from the new folder. Though it still read as being from correct location within the computer, the malware had rewritten the entire process behind the scenes. Now every picture was replaced with one of Victoria, her face plastered in cum.

The process finished, and all that was left was for Shawn to finally lift a finger. Just the one though, as he clicked to send the paper to the press, ready to print, wrapped up and sent out. The job complete, Shawn took out the flash drive, logged out and took his leave from the building. Tomorrow, Victoria would see, would realize, that it is better to be on his good side.

Sometime later, Olivia Walker finally returned. It had taken her longer than expected. Richard was no longer in the record room, so she had went looking for him. Naturally the first place she checked was his office, but he wasn’t there either. She did find Alexa there, however, perched on the edge of Richard’s table, her skirt showing a lot of thigh but just long enough that it cast a shadow, hiding what was between her legs. It was enough to tantalize though, and Alexa knew exactly what she was doing, otherwise she wouldn’t have jumped to her feet, fixing her attire as soon as Olivia walked in.

Olivia questioned the girl, who claimed she was never in the records room, but Olivia found her hard to believe. While she was interrogating her, Richard finally returned, surprised to find the two women in his office. He confirmed that he hadn’t been in the records room, or been looking for her, and suddenly Olivia felt rather confused. She trusted her husband, but someone was lying. Either something had happened between Richard and Alexa that they were covering up, or Gavin had tricked her.

Or someone had tricked Gavin. The thought came to her as she was walking back to the conference room. He was new and it wasn’t unheard of for someone of the new interns to get pranked. They probably expected him to get scolded by her for wasting her time. But, he’d been so sweet, and had only been doing what he thought he should, so Olivia decided, the next time she saw him with his co-workers that she’d have to thank him. That’d put those practical jokers in their place.

She returned to the laptop, ready to finish the job and send out the sheets…except as she logged in, she found that she’d already done it. Olivia rubbed her head, suddenly feeling very tired. She didn’t think that she had sent it…but the final read-through had almost been completed. Perhaps she’d simply forgotten that she’d just sent it. What other explanation could there be? Only she and Richard had log in details and the correct permissions to send the paper to press. A cursory glance told her that everything looked correct and a glance at the log in records told her that it had been she that sent it off around about the time she’d left to find Richard.

Satisfied that her tired mind was playing tricks on her, Olivia turned off the computer, and went off to drag her husband home.