Yes

It seems like he is really serious about this. It would be rude to turn him down. You smile and hold Amber's hand. "In that case, we would be thrilled to have your help!" you tell him. Both you and Amber feel a sense of relief and comfort that you haven't felt for weeks.

"I'll get started tomorrow then."

The next day, as you're preparing to go to work, Amber comes down wearing a button up, white blouse, that strains to contain her impressive bust, the buttons struggling to do their job. The white cloth is pulled tight enough to be partially see through, and the hint of her black lacy bra is visible underneath the top. I don't mention it to her, knowing how long she probably spent looking for a shirt that fit better. The blouse hugs her curves so well, disappearing into a black, pencil skirt that looks so tight you wonder how she managed to get it on. It fits snug around her small waist, stretches out in a **** attempt to contain her voluptuous rear end, sliding down her thick thighs, hiding them from view while still revealing their shape. Her hair is done up in a tight, professional bun, and her black stockings sit tight against her lower legs.

"What do you think?" she asks, giving a little twirl for you. "I figured if I'm going to be his secretary, I should dress the part."

All in all, she looks more like a model dressed as a secretary than as a real secretary. "You look incredible babe, but, uh, you know you're just going to be working here at home right?"

She rolls her eyes. "Maybe right now, but if I do a really good job, it's possible that he hires me on full time in his office! Besides, he is paying me, so I think he deserves the courtesy of me dressing like a professional." It's hard to argue with that logic, and she looks so incredible that you couldn't imagine wanting her to wear something else.

You give her a quick kiss on the cheek. "You're right. Good luck today. Let me know how it goes, okay?" She responds with a quick nod as I make my way out of the house and off to work.

Given how quiet my phone remains, you assume that the two of them must be very busy. They aren't the only ones. Your investments require constant attention, and soon you, too, throw myself into your work. The day moves by quickly, and before you know it, you're in your car driving down the road back to your house. Unlocking the front door and walking in, you're surprised not to find Amber there to greet you. You hear some faint voices upstairs and follow them to find Amber and Mr. Caldwell still focusing on their task.

"Wow, look at you guys, huh? Still hard at work?" you ask, making Amber almost jump.

"Shit! You scared me," she says, her surprise turning to a smile as she rushes over to give you a kiss. You can see Mr. Caldwell's eyes follow her as she rushes over to you for the hug and kiss.

He smiles. "Oh, yes. It's been hard here. Very hard. But we've got a lot accomplished on our first day of work."

"I'll go get dinner ready if you guys want to keep working," you say.

Amber opens her mouth as if to say something, but Mr. Caldwell speaks first. "That would be perfect kid. We will come down when it's ready."

Walking back downstairs, you whistle as you prepare a simple meal. It would be nice if Amber had cooked something, but you don't mind doing it every now and then. It takes a while to get everything ready, and when you do, you yell at the two of them, "Hey! Dinner is served!"

The three of you share the meal, with Mr. Caldwell giving you updates about the case and the work they have been doing. Amber stays oddly quiet. You figured she would be talking non stop about her new job. The possibility that she is struggling with it pops into your mind, but the way he keeps looking at her appreciatively and complimenting her makes you discount that possibility.

After he leaves, Amber helps you clean up the dishes, still quiet. Then, she suddenly asks, "Hey, I've noticed Mr. Caldwell looking at me, like, a lot. Do you sense anything weird going on there?"