She looks for her blackmailer

She breezed into the room as quietly as she could. The president of the company, Steve Jenkins, had already begun without her. He was forty eight, with steel colored hair, trim and athletic for a man his age Sandra had always admired him. He ran the company with an iron fist, no excuses for failure were allowed. Sandra was late, and Steve stopped talking as he came into the room. Holding her writing pad over her free swinging tits, she said, "I'm sorry sir, I lost track of the time."

Steve starred at her with his dark eyes and answered coldly, "You know how I feel about wasting valuable time by being late. You realize this meeting costs over thirty dollars per minute. I will not tolerate this again. Am I making myself clear?"

All eyes in the room swiveled to her, and she was acutely aware how red her face must be. Steve's eyes seem to bore into the back of her head as he waited for her to say something. Finally just before the silence stretched to absurdity Sandra **** herself to speak. "Yes sir, I understand, it won't happen again."

Steve went back to speaking as she took her seat. His precision of thought and movement were legendary. He delivered the dressing down she required, and then went back to his agenda without even giving her another thought.

Thankfully she settled into her seat and put her notebook on the table logging onto the network and bringing up word to take any notes she might need. She finally caught her breath and looked around the room, tuning out the meeting for the time being. She wondered who her blackmailer could be. She realized that in order for the person to have knowledge of what she was doing the blackmailer would have to have access to financial information. That eliminated most of the people in the room. There were six suspects as far as she could tell four men and two women. The men were her boss, Jason Rollins, the controller, his boss, the CFO, Ron James, Asst. Controller Jeff Chambers, and of course Steve the President. The women were the VP of SEC reporting, Mary Samson, and Sarah Jones, Director of budgeting. Each one of these people could have potentially had access to the information that could have allowed them to see where Sarah had been stealing funds from.

She was roused from her review of potential suspects by a sudden silence. Everyone in the room was staring at her and she realized someone must have been talking to her and they were waiting for her to answer, the problem was she had no idea what the question had been. "Sandra, I asked you to give your cash report. I am not accustomed to repeating myself," she heard Steve's steel hard voice say.

She was relieved; this was something she could do. She popped open the excel spreadsheet on her laptop and tied it into the wall projector in the room. She stood up as was her custom, and began to delver her weekly report on the company's cash position. She noticed that everyone on the room had their eyes focused on her chest, Oh my god she thought, I forgot I have no bra on. She glanced down and saw that her erect nipples were visible to everyone in the clingy sweater that she was wearing. She started to stammer, and she could feel her face turning bright red.

Steve again spoke sternly to her, "What on earth is the matter with you today Sandra? I expect a concise presentation from a professional, not a stammering, babbling school girl. Please compose yourself and finish."

Sandra tried to compose herself and ignore all the stares at her tits, especially from the men in the room who could not seem to tear their eyes from her tits. She felt faint, and hot, her whole body was sweating profusely. Somehow she finished her presentation and sat back down. She was so humiliated she could not believe it. Why would her blackmailer want to humiliate her like this? She had worked hard to be a professional her whole career and to overcome the inherent sexual prejudice that existed in the company against women. She glanced at her laptop screen and saw that she had new mail; opening it she saw another e-mail from her blackmailer.