Black Boss, Blonde Daughter

A chill ran up Peter Esche's spine and he quickly rose from his desk as his stern boss walked into his office. "Ah, Mr. Dexler, I don't recall you ever coming to visit me before..."

"It's only been a couple of months since I've been transferred up to this shithole office," Rodney Dexler spat in reply, nostrils flared as he put his hands on his hips and looked around the office and snorted dersively. "You gonna be able to make that sale downtown you've been telling me about?"

"Well, it's complicated, sir," Peter said, raising his hands meekly before sitting back at his desk and holding them in front of him, his pale face flushed. "I mean, it's still possible but it's going to take some doing, they're tough negotiators..."

"I don't like excuses, Peter, and I especially don't like them this week," Dexler admonished him, hooking his fingers in his expensive suspenders as he walked around the desk, warming to his theme. "We're getting to the point for quarterly consolidation, and I'm afraid that while there is a promotion available, the weakest player on the sales team is going to be let go, and I'm going to be making that decision on Monday. Are you going to have any news that is going to influence that decision?"

Peter shriveled under Mr. Dexler's dark gaze, stammering but failing to come up with a sensible reply to save his job, waiting for the final rebuke from his superior. Instead, he heard: "Who is this?" Looking up, he saw that his boss had picked up a framed photograph of his teenage daughter from his desk. She was posing in her high school cheerleading outfit with her pon-poms on her hips, her long blonde hair tied in pigtails with ribbons.

"Oh, that's Madeline, my daughter," Peter explained, at first relieved to change the subject but then increasingly apprehensive as he saw the middle-aged man carefully study the image. "Yeah, she's her daddy's little girl. Cute, ain't she?"

"Your daughter is hot, Peter," Dexler replied with a smirk, glancing down at him and handing him the framed photo. "Hope you keep an eye on her." With that, he left the room, leaving Peter to look down at the beaming beauty in the picture. 'Is Rodney Dexler planning a move on my daughter?' Peter wondered. 'Or is he expecting me to set it up, in exchange for keeping my job?' And what was most shocking to Peter was not only Dexler at least twice her age, but he was as black as the ace of spades!