Yes

One month. You just have to make it one month, then you can quit.

You approach Mr. Blair, and he smiles. "Don't worry, I don't bite. Much." Ugghh, he's vile.

You sit in his lap, and the size difference between you two is immediately obvious. He is probably a foot taller than you when you're both standing. His head is right above yours, and as you bend over to reach the keyboard, you can feel his hot breath on your neck. This whole situation is making you very uncomfortable.

"Well, JoAnne, I think I am going to have you copy this email down from my words, as opposed to you copying it down from what I put in my notes this morning. Got that?"

"I--"

Mr. Blair interrupts you, proceeding to recite his letter to you verbally. You try your best to keep up, but he is talking rather fast. And his breath on your neck is not helping matters.

As you finish, Mr. Blair looks over your shoulder. "Hmmm....I said "18%" not "80%"!" he says angrily.

"I'm sorry, you were talking really fast, and--"

"Oh, it's fine," he chuckles, reaching around you to correct the error. "I just like toying with the new meat. And it clearly worked; I can feel your heart racing from here."

Blushing deeply, you ask him if you can go.

"Sure, you did what I asked you to do. Although, I have a meeting at a business I hold stock in, and I could use an assistant. I can put in a word with the higher-ups, and you could join me."