The manager calls him

"Tim, oh!" A young woman appears, startled, "Mr King wants to see you."

"Thank you, Natalie." Tim said, straightening up and pushing off Fred.

Mr Henry King was the manager of this floor of the company. He was in his 50's and extremely uptight. Everything had to go perfectly and nothing less. He stood no time for slacking off, would never join the team for after work drinks and probably had no clue what 'fun' meant.

Tim slunk off towards his office, noticing the hungry eyes of his male coworkers as he made his way across the floor. Knocking, maybe slightly too eagerly, to get in, Tim opened the door.

"Mr King?" Tim asked, "You wanted to see me?"

"Please sit down." Henry said, glancing up at Tim and never looking away.

"What seems to be the problem?" Tim asked, taking a seat in front of his manager.

"Well, recently, I feel your game has been dropping." Mr King said, eyeing up Tim, "You've been spending too much time slacking off and not enough time running those invoices."

"I haven't been slacking off?" Tim said, confused.

"Personal phone calls, idle conversation," Mr King recounted, discreetly rubbing his growing package, "Even today, you spent a long time in the staffroom. Don't think I didn't notice."

"Mr King, in my defence-" Tim began to protest.

"I don't want to hear some half baked excuse." Henry cut him off, staring at him hungrily, "I could just sack you right now.

Tim was gob smacked, "You can't do that!"

"I can," Henry said, slowly standing, bulge straining his pants, "Unless you convince me not to.

As Henry unzipped his pants and released the angry dick inside, realisation dawned on Tim. Though something else was dawning on him too.