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 NSFW/Explicit  Female x Male  BDSM  Slice of Life The secretary (Morrigan x Tanakalian

Discussion in 'Roleplay Execution' started by Tanakalian, Jan 14, 2019.

  1. Tanakalian

    Tanakalian Dreamwalker Member

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    The first thing he would do when waking up, was to call his secretary, when she wasn’t in his bed. But with a shock Egon Olsen realized that yet another secretary had quit her job, really over something as futile as following his orders. She had yelled at him that he was a pervert, a sick bastard, for even thinking he could demand other services of her. She was a respected secretary, with experience, not a personal slut for him. And subsequently had stormed out of his office, slamming the door behind her. He had gone through a dozen and a half of girls working as his personal secretary and assistant and all but one didn’t last longer than a month. He’d let them settle in, he was a very generous man, he wouldn’t jump on them. He cared for all his employees and he was very well liked by almost all of them.

    It just happened to be that he demanded more effort from his personal secretary. It had been the same in all his previous positions. His first ever job was as a simple bookkeeper, but very quickly he rose through the ranks of Aarhus GF, the Danish team he had supported from his youth onwards and where he was lucky to find a job. Within 7 years, by the age of 28 he had been their financial director and before long he was headhunted by Carlsberg, the largest brewery of Denmark to become their new CFO. From thereon it went quickly. He had various positions within Carlsberg in Europe, before taking up the position of director of their Swedish business. Just before his 40th birthday, he was invited for the position of CEO at Volvo Sweden, the largest Nordic company by turnover.

    He had moved from Aarhus to Malmo, still close enough to his beloved Denmark. He only stayed at Volvo for three years, the car industry not exactly what he had looked for. He took a few years out, travelled the world and upon his return he surprised everyone by taking up the function of CFO at Øresundsbro Konsortiet, the company running the bridge between Malmo and Copenhagen. To everyone who knew him, it seemed a few steps back, but for Egon it was a huge step forward. He had demanded a few extra’s in his interviews and had been given them. But one of his demands that had been met by the board, for full say over the duties of his secretaries, had been working against him. After the initial period of working for him, his tone would change towards the girls and women. He would make more demands, and the only way for them to refuse, was to break their contract, as they had all signed the contract. One woman, one of the earlier ones, had tried to sue the company, saying that her duties were beyond what was deemed necessary. She had lost the case and was ordered to pay damages.

    He got up from his bed, taking a quick shower and when he looked in the mirror he still liked what he saw. He had turned 51 a few months earlier and was 1.96m tall, weighing just over 85 kg. He was a tall guy, with long fingers. His dark curly hair always seemed to be in some model, but nobody who saw him could figure out if it was on purpose or by accident. His eyes were even harder to figure out. Depending on where someone would be standing with regards to Egon, they would say his eyes were green, blue or brown. Or a combination of the three. When he had dried himself, he dressed in a casual suit as was his habit. He grabbed his car-keys and drove the short distance from his large house located on the South-side of the city, at Vintrievägen, to his office.

    He greeted a few people, before opening his laptop, starting it up and browsing to a job advertisement website. He had a premium account with them, they really would know about his troubles finding a good secretary, but this time he slightly changed the lines that he always put in.

    ‘Secretary wanted for all possible jobs, at large Malmo company. Starting salary, KR 40,000. Demands will go beyond normal secretarial duties. Contact at number 1325OK of this website, experience appreciated, but not necessary’.

    There wasn’t much to go with for any prospective candidate, but he guessed that the starting salary would attract quite some attention. It was nearly double what he had offered his previous secretary, but he wanted to get the perfect girl once and for all. He was certain there would be one who was looking for a position of not just typing her boss’ letters, but doing so while sitting in his lap. It was the stuff books were written about and many a film had a scene of the secretary sitting in the lap of the boss. So why couldn’t he find that girl?

    He looked through his agenda and to his relief he had no appointments for the rest of the week, so he walked out of his office again, with big steps and went out for a coffee and some breakfast. The account on the job-site was linked to his mobile phone, so if anyone would react really quickly, he’d see it immediately. First things first, some food.
     
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  2. Morrigan

    Morrigan Active Member Member

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    As a teenager, she had promised herself that at the age of 25, she would have her whole life figured out and would have moved up north to the capital of Sweden. Oh, how wrong Astrid had been! A month had passed since her 25th birthday and if someone would ask how's life was going for her, she would claim she was a failure. Astrid Skov had been a peculiar child with dreams of becoming an artist. But getting applied to one of the few artist schools in Sweden was impossible, even if you were talented. With years of trying and failing, Astrid was starting to realize that attending Konstfack in Stockholm was now just a shattered dream that would never be fulfilled and she needed to grow up.

    Because living inside the city of Malmo wasn't cheap. The rental apartment she has lived in since she was 19 years old was only getting expensive and expensive for each year and while she has always afforded to live there by having part-time jobs, she was growing sick by living from paycheck to paycheck. Astrid needed a chance and for a week from now, she has been searching on the job market for any job that was full time. She didn't care if she was interested or not, all that mattered was that it was sustainable and it would release her from the constant, incentive anxiety she was dealing with.

    But none of the job she has applicated for had reached her back. She knew only a week had passed and it probably would take some time, but Astrid was already growing impatient. She had woke up early and immediately rolled out from bed to look at ads on a variety of job application search tools. As she was scrolling through a variety of ads, she suddenly stumbled upon a very intriguing advertisement.

    It was for Øresundsbro Konsortiet, the company that handles the famous Oresundsbron, that connects Denmark with Sweden. As a citizen of Malmo, Astrid knew perfectly well what the company was and that it was a company she would gladly work for. The ad was very brief and didn't state specifically what this person was searching for his secretary. But the salary was extraordinary and while experience in the field was welcomed, it wasn't necessary. It didn't take long for her to make up her mind. Astrid impulsively clicked the "contact" button and started to fill in her application. She included her contact information and resume, as well as a personal letter.

    Dear, Mr. Olsen.

    My name is Astrid Skov and I'm the secretary of your dreams! While I have never worked as a secretary in my life before, I can guarantee you will pick a girl that will never let you down! I'm 25 years old and I live in Malmo (only 20 min from work!). I've been told I'm an extraordinary organizer and that I'm also someone that's reliable. I'm also very curious and like trying things that I'm perhaps never tried before and that's the reason why I'm sending you this application. I hope that you will contact me as soon as possible since I'm ready to start working right away.

    Best wishes,
    Astrid Skov

    After she had hit the sent button, Astrid took a long, deep breath. She had no idea what to expect, only that she hoped she would get the call to attend an interview and that she, eventually, would receive the job. But all Astrid could do now was wait.
     
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  3. Tanakalian

    Tanakalian Dreamwalker Member

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    Before he could order a coffee and some sandwiches, his phone had beeped four times. Before he had taken his first bite, that had gone up to seventeen. He was certain that 95% of the people reacting would only do it for the money. He knew that the salary was a lot more than could be expected, especially since he had declared it a starter job. Instead of taking his time, relaxing in the cool morning sun, he walked back to his office and started his laptop again. There were well over one hundred applies for the job, so he knew he had his work cut out for him.

    What he first did was to discard all the males. Of course, given the laws of any European country, they were allowed to apply, but he only would hire females. He skim-read through the remaining 87 applications, often deleting them for no apparent reasons. After he had done half of them, he walked out of his office, getting some coffee in the canteen of the company, but not staying down there, to talk to some of his colleagues, like he was used to do. By four in the afternoon, he had 12 possible candidates, something he still found too much. He wanted to narrow it down to a maximum of eight. An amount he could see in one day.

    There was one that had held his attraction, the shortest application, a girl with the least amount of experience, but a reply that spoke the eagerness he was looking for. She would be the third he would interview. He would have had two already to form an opinion, and if she turned out to be as special as her letter made her look, he could easily send the remaining five home. By 6 in the evening he had his list ready and sent all of them an email, inviting them for the following day at specific times. He had really made his mind up already, but on the off chance that a better candidate would present herself, or the interview with the girl he would want to hire was a disappointment, he always invited eight candidates for an interview.

    After he had driven home and had eaten, he lived alone, Egon had never been married, after his fiancée had died in the MS Estonia disaster in 1994. She had been on a shopping trip with a few of her friends in Tallinn, but the ferry sank on the way back to Stockholm. It had taken him a long time to get over that loss, throwing himself to his work. There really hadn’t been another girl for him, although he had some flings and short relationships. But, especially in the beginning, he would always compare a girl with his fiancée.

    He recalled the last round of interviews, only six weeks ago. He never hired a girl purely on looks. He knew that there were many other managers who would do that, but looks weren’t that important for Egon. Of course, a good looking girl was a bonus, but what good would a hot girl do if she wouldn’t perform her duties to his satisfaction. The one he had hired seemed to have the whole package, and when he had told her that she would be required to occasionally stay over at his house for extra duties, she almost had jumped to the opportunity. But the first time he had told her what exactly those duties would be, she had stormed off, only to apologise the following day, asking him to give her another chance. But she wasn’t up for it and had left.

    He went to bed early, reading a little before going over the times in his head. The one he was really looking forward to, Astrid Skov, she’d be expected to be at his office at 11 in the morning. The first would come at 9, the second at 10, and then after Astrid at 12 and onwards, one per hour. But he never took that amount of time for an interview. If they’d be in his office for twenty minutes, it was long. He fell asleep and before long he was in a deep and dark dream, inflicting pain on everyone passing his door.
     
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  4. Morrigan

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    Astrid was restless. She couldn't think straight, nor could she seem to figure out what to do with the day. All she could think of was the job she had applied for earlier and while there was a high risk that she wouldn't even be invited for an interview, she still hoped she would get picked. While she was waiting, she ended up staring at herself at the full body mirror that was hanging in her small hallway. She was sitting on her knees on the floor and was staring at her heart-shaped face. Her large, round, dark blue eyes gave her an innocent expression and her soft, dark blonde brows made her naturally look slightly confused and worried. Her lips were small, but her upper lip was slightly larger with a pronounced cupid's bow. Faint freckles could be spotted upon her slender nose and her hair was sharing the same dark blonde color as her brows. It was common that women in Sweden dyed their hair, but it seemed Astrid didn't mind her natural color. Her hair was thick and so long it was reaching her back and she usually would keep it away from her face in a high ponytail or in a messy bun.

    While Astrid didn't mind how her face looked, she couldn't deny that her body sometimes made her insecure. She would describe her that she was in the middle. She wasn't fat, nor would she describe herself as slender. Her bust was slightly eye-catching and whenever she would shop for new tops, she always had a problem that they were sitting too tight or too loose if she sized up. Her stomach was slightly flat, but her hips were wide as so was her tighs. Jeans were something Agnes found impossible to purchase and therefore, she was now strictly wearing skirts and dresses instead.

    As she was sitting there, judging her appearance, she suddenly heard a vibrating, buzzing sound. She spotted that her phone, that was lying next to her on the floor, had a new notification and she grabbed hold on to it and unlocked it. To her own surprise, she had received an email for an address she didn't recognize and when she opened it to read it, her heart skipped. She had been picked for an interview! Agnes couldn't believe it and she felt how her hand started to shake and she almost lost her hold and dropped her phone.

    "Yes! Yes! Yes!" She heard herself shouting and she pulled herself quickly up onto her feet and started to wander around her small apartment, not really knowing how to react or do. This could be it! Her way out from her dull and eventless life! At first, she had to reread the email several times to understand it. She apperently was supposed to go for an interview tomorrow at 11 tomorrow. Tomorrow. She thought it was too soon and for a moment, she started to doubt herself. But doubting meant that she was insecure and the last thing she wanted was to return to how things always have been for several years and she quickly decided she needed to attend tomorrow.

    The first thing she did was to look up how she would get there. While she lived very close to the HQ of Øresundsbro Konsortiet, it was a place she rarely passed by and it appeared the fastest way was to take the bus. She decided which one she would take to get there in time and after that, she decided what she should wear. She needed to take make a good, first impression and while she had the classic "black skirt and white shirt-office wear" in her wardrobe, she decided to pick something slightly different. The bright red, tight bodycon dress that she had purchased a few years ago had been remained untouched in her wardrobe. She had bought it for a date that never happened and while it was pretty, Astrid had never got a chance to wear it. It was way too simple to wear at a night's out with friends, but it also didn't suit for everyday wear.

    "I guess I can wear this tomorrow." Astrid thought and after feeling she was done, she decided to make herself some dinner and then, she went to bed early.

    **********************

    She had had a dreamless night. She woke up early and she had exactly 3 hours to prepare herself before she had to leave. And those 3 hours were needed. She made herself some breakfast, ate it up in her own pace and then, she started to prepare herself. She took a quick shower and washed her hair. She then dried it with a hairdryer, which took forever because of her long hair. It was slightly damp when Astrid gave up, so she pulled it up in a high ponytail and decided, after pulling out some strands, so it was framing her face, that this would be how her hair looked today. She then applied some makeup. She decided that some eyeliner, mascara and light foundation would be most appropriated, but after she put on the red dress, she felt something was missing.

    Should I?

    Astrid felt it perhaps was too much much, yet her artistic sense couldn't handle herself and in the next moment, she found herself holding her favorite, bright red lipstick and she applied it over her lush lips. The color of the lipstick matched her dress perfectly and while she was uncertain if it was too much or not for a job interview, she didn't wipe it off and decided she was ready to leave.

    Like expected, she arrived at Øresundsbro Konsortiet just 15 minutes before her interview would be held. She was wearing a warm coat over her red dress, but she cursed herself that she had decided to wear only a pair of thin, nude colored tights today. But inside, it was warm. She went directly to the receptionist and stated who she was and why she was here. The woman behind the counter looked at her screen, clicked at something and then looked back at her.

    "Mr. Olsen will come as soon as he is ready. You can sit down over there." She gestured towards some couch and Astrid decided to sit down. She put off her coat and let it rest in her lap and while she waited, she picked up her phone from her shoulder bag and started to check through her social media while she waited.
     
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  5. Tanakalian

    Tanakalian Dreamwalker Member

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    As per usual he woke a couple of times in the night, he had once told his mother about him sleeping bad that there was no woman warming his bed for him. She had laughed, but in a more serious tone had told him he really should get over the loss of his fiancée after so long. She was partially right of course. It had taken him years to get over that tragic accident, but he knew he shouldn’t dwell on it forever. By 5 am, also as per usual, he got up to make a mug of coffee, to take back to bed and check the news happening in the world. It was, again, as per usual, the same old shit.

    By 6.30 he got up, had a shower, and got dressed a little more sophisticated than normal, wearing a suit and shirt, but never a tie. He had a bit to eat and another mug of strong, black coffee, before he drove to work arriving there just before 8. He greeted the security guard, who would be replaced by the receptionist starting at 8.30 and walked to his office, situated on the ground floor. He wasn’t one of those bosses that wanted his office at the top floor, to overlook business. He checked his emails, realizing he never stopped the application-process and overnight another 147 candidates had applied. Money-grabbers, the lot of them, no doubt. He surfed to the job-website and pulled the application. Then he read the reports he would every morning of cars and trucks passing the bridge the day before, foot-passengers, the whole lot. The numbers were promising, but still not at the level he hoped to reach.

    When he got notified the first candidate was in, he waited another 5 minutes, to walk to the reception-area. The girl had definitely got potential, it turned out she was single, which was a bonus, and he talked with her about life and her expectations about the job for nearly 40 minutes. If things wouldn’t turn the way he thought with the third candidate, Astrid, she could be a potential replacement. He thanked her for coming in and showed her to the door.

    The second girl was a waste of time, like the first she was dressed in the classic black skirt, white shirt, it seemed many girls applying for a secretary job thought that was the required uniform, but it was so boring. But worse than that was that she had no input at all. Sure, she answered his questions, but that was all he got. The interview didn’t last more than 12 minutes, when he said he wouldn’t hire her, but still managed to thank her for coming in.

    He had nearly three quarters of an hour before his hoped candidate, Astrid, would come in. He surfed a bit online, reading the papers, checking his stocks and then he got notified, the girl was there. Unlike the first, he walked straight out to meet her. He was really surprised by her choice of clothing, a red dress that suited her perfectly, yet was taken aback a little bit about the bright red lipstick. He wasn’t, never had been, a fan of make-up. The dress was a definite bonus point, which was wiped off by the lipstick. But, he thought to himself, one cannot have it all.

    ‘Welcome Astrid, thank you for coming in. I appreciate you being able to make time for an interview at such short notice. To me that shows that any of the candidates I have invited really wants to work for me. Here’s the deal, I am going to ask you a couple of questions first, questions I want you to think about before giving me an answer to. And on the basis of those questions we can see if you can move forward to the second stage’.

    It was a totally different approach he had with the other two candidates, but she needn’t know that, what he was after with her, was to find out if she would be as suitable as he hoped she’d be.

    ‘First of all, if the money offered for the job would only be enough to pay for your rent and food would you still have applied. Second, if I were to have demands on your appearance, what you were to wear, both as clothing as well as make-up, would you follow that? Third, what is the one thing you would do on a free day off? Fourth, how many characters can you type per minute? Fifth, if I were to ask to hold off all calls, would you know how to deal with that? And sixth and last, if I were to tell you there could be need for you to stay over at my house at nights for other jobs, would you do them?

    I want you to take a couple of minutes to think about those questions, and when you are ready, answer them to the best of your abilities and wants. In the meantime, can I get you a drink? Coffee maybe or tea?’
     
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  6. Morrigan

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    Astrid expected that the interviewer would be a dull, old looking fellow. But to her own surprise, the guy who could become her future boss was far from what she assumed he would be. So this is Egon Olsen? She thought as she stood up and was about to shake his hand. But instead of going through the formalities, Mr. Olsen started to speak. He was giving the impression that he was in a hurry. Astrid tried to listen and remember all he said. This was an important interview, not only for him but for herself too. She wanted this job, badly, but he was already overwhelming her with several questions Astrid found hard to find a suitable answer to. She felt how her heart sank down and for the first time this day, she started to doubt if this truly was what she wanted?

    Yet, Astrid felt she couldn't return to self-pity and living from check to check. She was here because she not only wanted a chance but that she believed she deserved it. So, instead of looking uncertain and afraid, Astrid smiled at him as he continued speaking and asking her to consider his questions before answering. While it gave her some pressure, she was also thankful that he was giving her the time to think. This was her first time attending an interview like this and she started to wonder if this was custom for a CEO to ask these kinds of... questions. She knew to be the secretary to someone as important as Mr. Olsen wasn't a normal job. She would become his personal assistant and she guessed it meant it was important for him to know how fast she typed on the computer and that it was perfectly normal that she would stay over at his place if he wanted it.

    She expected that he wanted her to answer everything right away, but before she got a chance to open her mouth, Mr. Olsen was wondering if she wanted something to drink. Astrid was about to tell him what she wanted, but then, she stopped herself. She was giving the impression that Mr. Olsen wasn't seeking a regular secretary. Because why else would he be seeking someone? The payment was really hefty and she imagined it was a salary people would have a hard time saying good-bye to. And Astrid specialty was creativity and doing the unexpected.

    "Isn't I supposed to get you a drink?" Astrid asked him with a gentle smile on her red lips. "But I would love to get a cup of coffee, perhaps I can serve you one as well?" She had no clue why she had dared asking him to fix her own drink and even offered to make him a cup as well. She felt how she started to sweat and feel more and more nervous. Would he laugh at her or tell her to leave right away?
     
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  7. Tanakalian

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    Egon was already walking to the door, when he heard the girl’s offer. He stopped, turned around, looking at her, then smiled. ‘You know, Astrid, that’s the first time ever that someone I was interviewing thought of that. And, as a matter of facts, I would like a coffee too, strong and black’. He walked back to his desk, sat down once more, and spoke again. ‘It is quick thinking like this, Astrid, that I welcome and encourage in my employees, and for an interviewee to come up with it, is a real big bonus-point. And no matter how you look at it, were you to sit here and think on your answers, or walk to and from the kitchenette, to do the same thing? Maybe the latter eases your mind somewhat’.

    He sat forward, his hands placed firmly on the desk, his green eyes locked on the girl sitting the other side of his desk. Yes, he thought to himself, definitely a special girl to come up with something like this. Quick thinking, trying to stand out, original. ‘Now then, Astrid, if you go through the door, then to your left, into the hallway you will see there, the second door on your right is where we have a kitchenette. There should be coffee in the machine, ready to take. There is one mug with the logo of Aarhus GF in the cupboard, that one is mine, you can either take one of the cups or another mug. I will let the receptionist know that you are going there, otherwise she might think you are lost’.

    He actually picked up the phone straight away, before Astrid could get up from her chair and told the receptionist what was going to happen. He half waved at the girl that she could go get their coffee and while she made her way out of his office, he picked up her application again. In the first line of her reply she said she was the secretary of his dreams, and further on mentioned the words extraordinary, reliable and curious. Not a mention about the salary, as quite a few others had done. And for someone who, in their own words, had never worked as a secretary, she took initiative, even in her interview.

    He had all but made his mind up about hiring her, even before the interview, but he was still curious to her answers, they could possibly change his mind, although he thought the chances to that were very slim. There was something about her, which attracted him to her like a magnet. When she entered the office once more, after a polite knock on the door, he got up, taking his mug of coffee from her and waited till she sat down too. He took a sip from his coffee, looking at her. Then he asked; ‘Well, Astrid, did you manage to think about the questions I asked you earlier?’
     
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  8. Morrigan

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    Astrid was following him and was about to head into the office after him, but came to a halt when Mr. Olsen suddenly turned around and expressed that he actually didn't mind that she would fix the coffee. His gentle smile made her smile back and it also eased up her tensed nerves. Good! The dark blonde girl thought as he listened to his words of encouragement. It sounded as if he wasn't prepared for her unexpected offer and when the male interviewer mentioned that he thought it was "bonus-points", she felt how her heart skipped slightly and she felt less nervous.

    Astrid, you can do this! She tried to remind herself and when Mr. Olsen mentioned that perhaps it was a better idea for her to fix the coffees, while she was thinking through her answers. "Oh, yes. That's what I was thinking. As I always tend to say, to kill two birds with one stone!" It was a saying Astrid never would say otherwise, but she felt it suited perfectly in this situation. She tried to memorize what he tried to explain where she would find the coffee machine, as well which cup was his.

    Left, into the hallway, second door on my right and Aarhus GF. Got it!

    "Thank you, Mr. Olsen. I will be right back." Astrid told him before she walked out the door and then to her left. She had left her handbag and coat in his room, so the perfectly fitted dress was the only thing she was wearing. She felt as she walked down the hallway and towards the second door on the right, that this was going very well. And even though there was a possibility that she wouldn't be hired, Astrid felt that this was a great achievement for her. She had dared to do the impossible, and that was sending in an application to a job she thought she never wanted in the first place. After Astrid turned right and walked into the kitchenette, she spotted the machine and just like Mr. Olsen had mentioned, it contained coffee. She also found the right cupboard right away and after a quick glance at the mugs, she found the one that had the Aarhus GF logo.

    Bingo!

    She took it down, together with a plain, white cup. It had probably been purchased from Ikea and after a quick glance underneath the cup, Astrid's assumptions turned true. Astrid then poured coffee into the two mugs and just like Mr. Olsen, she preferred her coffee strong and black. And while she walked back to his office, carrying the two mugs in each hand, Astrid reminded herself about the several questions Mr. Olsen had asked her to figure out when she has returned. "Hmmm..." She often made that sound to herself when she was trying to figure out something important and she suddenly felt uncertain what she was supposed to tell him. But her doubts immediately washed off as soon as she returned to Mr. Olsen. As soon as she entered through the door, he was up on his feet and took the mug himself.

    "For you..." Astrid said as she tried to give the mug to him. She then sat down at the chair in front of his desk and sat down her cup on the desk, after taking a sip. She noticed that some of her red lipstick had transferred onto the cup and left a red stained mark on it. She hoped he didn't take notice and was far more interested in her answers, though she still felt slightly uncertain what would be a right or a wrong answer.

    Stop with this! There were no right or wrong. Not in this situation. Astrid promised herself that she wouldn't chicken out, so when he asked her again, she felt determined.

    "Oh, I have managed to think about them." Astrid started, as she tried to remember exactly what he had asked her. "When it comes to the salary, I can't lie and say it's very tempting, but it wasn't the reason why I applied. I probably would have done it even if it would only cover my monthly expenses as well. You see, I'm searching for a change and I hope this may be it." She hoped her honest answer would please him, or at least give an image of who Astrid is as a person. "As for dress codes..." She didn't know what to reply for this, considering she loves the clothes she owned. "I don't mind following them. I have worked at places where I have been supposed to wear certain clothes and I feel I wouldn't have a problem following what you or the company policy requires."

    She hoped these answers for the two first questions would be enough. She kept her dark blue eyes on him, watching him as she tried to read his facial expressions.
     
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  9. Tanakalian

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    When she walked back into his room, holding a mug in each hand, like a normal person would do, he saw to his pleasure that the dress fitted her like a glove. And although he guessed that it wasn’t the reason for her wearing it, this particular dress emphasized her figure, and for the second time, the first when he had watched her walk towards the kitchenette, he realized that he actually loved her figure. There was nothing wrong with her in his eyes, his mind wandering to having her over his desk, fucking her brains out, only adding to some of the pleasure he was expecting from his future secretary.

    He kept his gaze on her, holding nothing back, following the curves of her body to her hips, smiling a little bit, again thinking that those hips would certainly be able to take his pounding. But by the time she sat down, answering only the first two of the questions he had asked, he started doubting, if she would indeed be the right girl for the position. Had she only answered the first and the last question it would have been enough, but in her picking the second instead of the last, he wasn’t so sure anymore.

    His expression had changed in the few moments from her giving him his mug of coffee to this moment from one filled with lust and undressing her with his eyes to a complete blank pokerface. Then he pretended to be thinking her words over in his head, smiling, before speaking up again. ‘Thank you, Astrid, for those two answers, if you need a little bit more for the other four, please be my guest. You also don’t have to answer me in the same order as I asked you those questions, if you for instance want to give me an answer to the last question first, that would be perfectly fine’

    He slowly drank his coffee while it was still hot, a thing that didn’t happen all too often. It had happened numerous times that he had forgotten about his coffee, only to realize that he still had some right before he was going to go home and had downed the cold brew. He looked at the girl, trying to read her thoughts. He wasn’t going to pry for answers, so far she had impressed him with her creative thinking and initiative. And although he knew that his questions were very personal, for him it was certain that for the money he was offering, he could ask even more inquisitive questions.
     
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    She was expecting him to make comments about her answers, or perhaps even ask her to further explain her answers to him. But instead, he just thanked her and while his tone sounded pleased, Astrid could tell that it was something else Mr. Olsen was looking for. The younger woman stared at him with suspicious eyes. As she let his request sit in for a while, she took a sip from her cup of coffee and tried to remember what else he had asked her. It didn't take her that long to recall herself, which actually surprised her. Astrid tended to be someone that was very forgetful, yet here she seemed to have remembered everything he had asked her to do.

    It was an odd feeling. Perhaps even a sensation? Astrid was unsure, yet she suddenly felt how her lips started to move and how her tongue started to form words. "I wouldn't have a problem staying over at your house and help you with whatever you are ordering me to do." It was first after she had answered his question that she realized how odd it was that he had asked her something as such for an employment interview. Yet, she couldn't help but find herself in a dilemma. She needed this job. It would change not only the status of her bank account but also a way out from a meaningless life.

    While she let her answer linger into his mind, Astrid made haste and decided to answer his other questions as well. "I don't think I would have an issue holding off calls if that's what you want me to do for a day or two. I can be very stubborn, but I also know my way around people and can handle any personality type. On my days off I tend to meet my friends and family, but I also have an interest in doing art and try my best to keep up with that hobby of mine and then..." She had to pause herself because it felt like she was just rambling by now and not really keeping a focus. She took the cup, that she was still holding in her hands and drank another mouthful and swallowed.

    "As for your last question..." Astrid mentioned slowly, not because it was an important question, but because it could be crucial. Or so she assumed. "I'm unsure if I can give you an exact number of how many words I can type in a minute, but I can tell you this, Mr. Olsen. I'm 25 years old. I spent my teenage life chatting with my friends on the internet and therefore I would claim I probably can type in anything you ask me to do super fast." As she finished answering all of his questions, she put down her mug on his desk and she gave him a sweet smile. "What those all the questions you wanted to ask me or is there something else you would like to know about me?"
     
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    He smiled as she suddenly rattled off her answers and with her last question, if there was more he wanted to know, the one of what was going through her head at the moment sprung up. But he refrained from asking it. A few of her words stuck to his mind. Her willingness to stay over at his and do everything he would order, now that would be perfect. And the fact she was stubborn, for him that was a good trait in a girl. Yes, he loved his girls to submit to him, to perform some acts on him that most certainly weren’t usual for a secretary, but he was looking for a girl who was a good worker for him and for the company as well as one who could sort of match him.

    He cared nothing for a doormat, Ikea had plenty of them, but they were no fun to interact with. For interaction he wanted girls, the men in his company he would work with and boss around. But with the results going up every year since his arrival, despite the numbers of travelling vehicles nearing the peak of possibilities, the board and shareholders were more than happy and were giving him more and more freedom to do whatever he wanted with his personal employees. Of course, legally everything was set in stone, everything he were to ask from his secretary was described, albeit not in the explicit words as his commands.

    The one really important question, and answer, was if a new secretary would be willing, with the emphasis of willing, to stay at his place and do everything he would order of her. And that exact line was in a contract to be signed. Yes, he was convinced that he was going to hire Astrid, but no matter how much he wanted her to stay and start immediately, he also was a man to his word and give the other 5 candidates that he had invited a chance to speak for themselves. But, and he was honest enough to admit it to himself, they wouldn’t be given the same questions as he had asked the girl now looking at him after her question.

    ‘Excellent answers Astrid, you are making it very difficult for me to make the right decision. Thank you for your honest answers and for the moment I have no other questions for you. Here’s what is happening now. I have five more candidates to see, in total including yourself there are eight. My last interview will be at 4 this afternoon. Then I will think a little bit about all eight I will have seen by then. And by tomorrow-morning 10 o’clock, you will have received an email with the outcome. Should you be the successful candidate, you will receive the contract as attachment, so you can read through it. And if that’s the case I will expect of you to start this coming Monday. But, like I said, I am seeing a few others first. There will definitely be an email for you’.

    He got up from his chair, walking around his desk, with his hand out, ‘Thank you for taking time to come for the interview, perhaps we will see each other next week, but for now, goodbye’. He shook the girl’s hand and walked with her to the door of his office, closing it after her.

    Some twenty minutes later he got a call from the receptionist that the next candidate had arrived, but none of the five after Astrid could hold his attention. None had the spontaneity of her, none even offered to get coffee themselves. One or two also had a good figure, but of all eight, purely based on looks, it would be Astrid. But, despite his appetite for a hot girl, he didn’t select them for their looks. Astrid just was the best candidate and the fact she was the least experienced of the eight made no difference for him.

    He worked late, he had to deal with a few complaints about overpaid toll, where he had to sign off the complaint-outcome, so it was near to 9 in the evening when he finally got home. He had a standard-contract in the files on his laptop, standard for what he was asking for. The one line about the willingness to stay at his and follow all orders, with the word all typed in bold, was in the second paragraph. He changed the proposed salary to the figure he had mentioned in the advertisement and went to his email.

    Dear Astrid, it is with great pleasure to inform you, that I have chosen you to be my new secretary. As I told you earlier today, the contract is included. I want you to read it very carefully and bring it with you, signed, next Monday. I expect you to be at the office at 9.00 in the morning. Congratulations, I hope our working-relation will be a very fruitful one. For now, I wish you a wonderful evening and a few relaxing days up until Monday.

    Egon’


    He read it two times, checked the Astrid’s email again, to see if he had the correct one and pressed send.
     
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    When Mr. Olsen complimented her answers and told her that she would make it hard for him to choose, Astrid couldn't hold herself and her lips curled into a big, genuine smile. She couldn't believe it! She had actually dared to do something like this and also gone through without feeling that she had failed and let herself down. "Thank you, Sir..." She heard herself whisper, though it didn't seem he had heard it. Instead, the man in front of her was explaining what would happen next. It appeared that he had quite a hectic schedule for today and she just nodded her head to everything he said, showing that she was listening to every single word he was rolling off his tongue. Then, when he stood up, Astrid did as well and when he stretched his hand out, she grabbed it firmly and shook it.

    "I have to thank you as well! I hope we will see each other again." She said to him as he followed her out from his office. She bid good-bye quickly and with determined steps, she walked out from the Øresundsbro Konsortiet HQ, her mind filled with positive thoughts and a new kind of confidence she hasn't felt in years.

    And now, she just had to wait.

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    For the rest of the day, Astrid had promised herself not to think about the outcome of the interview. While she thought it had gone good, she has a tendency to overanalyze and doubt her own ability. "What if I will not get it?" Astrid asked her best friend Ella, who was on the other side of the phone call she made as soon as she had got back home. Astrid had already threw off her dress and put on some more comfy clothes and was lying on her couch. "Nothing will happen if you don't get it?" Ella answered her. Her friend, that she has known for almost her whole life, had always been the voice of reason. On the surface, the two were completely different. Astrid is impulsive and bold, while Ella is thoughtful and careful. Yet, they have always stuck together and are, to this day, inseparable.

    "What do you mean?" Astrid asked, even though she knew perfectly fine what she meant. "What I mean is that you don't have to worry. You said it yourself a moment ago. It went well and he seemed pleased with your answers." Ella reminded her, even though Astrid wasn't convinced. "I just wished... he would have said the outcome right away. Like... I hate waiting and..."

    "Patience, my friend. He said he would send you an email at 10 am tomorrow?"

    "Yeah, yeah. He did." Astrid replied, though she believed his words, she couldn't help but worry if he would forget to do it or not. And what if she would miss it? Or if it would get lost or...

    Astrid ended up worrying about the expected email the whole day. She felt both excited and terrified by it. The mere thought of rejection made her concerned and at 7 o'clock, she had ended up falling asleep in her bed, completely exhausted. While she had fallen asleep stressful, Astrid slept wonderfully. The next day when she woke up, she didn't even think about the email and ended up fixing some breakfast for herself. But as soon as she finished her oatmeal, she got a new notification on her phone. Astrid immediately checked it, thinking that it could be one of her friends that wanted something, but instead, she spotted that she had a new email.

    The interview...

    She immediately unlocked her phone and checked her inbox. The email address it was sent from, hinted from who it was from and without any hesitations, Astrid opened the mail and read it. And she couldn't first believe it. She had got it. On the first try. At first, Astrid was in shock and had to reread the email probably ten times before she felt how her mind started to fill with joy. "I got it!" She suddenly burst out and then, for a couple of hours, she decided to call everyone she knew about the good news. She first called Ella, that congratulated her. She then called her parents, that was first confused, but happy that she seemed so excited about her new job. Then, she messaged some of her other close friends, before she returned to the email Egon Olsen had sent her.

    Astrid decided to take notes of what he wanted her to do until Monday. And it seemed all he asked, for now, was to her to sign the contract and then make sure to bring it with her on Monday. That seems quite easy. She thought as she waited for her old printer to print out the documents. She hadn't read it yet, but when the unreliable machine finally was done, she took the few pieces of papers and sat down at her dinner table to read them through. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. She noted that her salary would be the same as he had promised and some other paragraphs that she seemed she had no issues with. With a neat signature, Astrid signed the documents.

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    And finally, the day came. Astrid had woken up early and made sure everything was perfect. Compared to her interview outfit, she decided to wear something less "risque." She was wearing a black high-waisted skirt and a plum colored blouse. She then put on a pair of black, thin thighs and a pair of boots, that were comfortable but also slightly stylish. She had braided her dark blonde hair into a simple braid, that ended up resting on her shoulder. Her makeup was far simpler than during her interview. Just a few coats of mascara and a clear gloss over her pink lips.

    Then, she was ready! She ended up getting to the office at 8:30 and just when she entered, she realized she was uncertain if she was supposed to wait for Mr. Olsen to show her around, just like last time, or if she was supposed to be sitting outside his office, already ready to work? While "Bold" was her middle-name, Astrid decided to not do anything impulsive and she went up to the reception and told her who she was, why she was here and who she was seeking.
     
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    He had asked his receptionist to notify him immediately upon Astrid’s arrival, and when he got her call, he walked out of his office, to greet her and inviting her back into his office. The last few days of the previous week, some of workmen had changed his office around slightly, re-arranging it of sorts, so that a desk for the girl was fitted in as well, made of the same mahogany-wood. A temporary chair was put behind her desk, a chair that could be replaced with another one, fitting her wishes and desires. With the European rulings about a safe and healthy working environment, you could not just have any chair anymore, something that Egon hated with a passion. He really preferred having just a normal chair, without the wheels, but alas, that was not allowed.

    He was about to welcome Astrid as his new secretary, pointing her to the desk and ask her to get some coffee, when he was interrupted by both his mobile phone ringing as well as the receptionist calling his desk-phone. He checked his mobile first, to see the number was from the newsdesk of Aftonbladet and he almost immediately knew something was up. But he pressed the call away and answered the call from his receptionist. ‘Stabschef Arnesen of the Danish police for you, Mr. Olsen, he says it’s urgent’. Egon waved to Astrid for her to sit down, while he took over the call.

    He immediately switched to his native Danish, a police-officer that high up would only call him if something really serious had happened. The conversation was brief and rapid, but Egon kept repeating the words major accident, hoping that Astrid would be able to pick up what was going on. Not two minutes later he hung up the phone and sat down in his chair. ‘Ok, Astrid, change of plans, I had hoped we would have a quiet morning together, but a major accident has happened on the Danish side of the Bridge. So far there are reports of multiple casualties. My presence is required, it is an agreement I have with both the Swedish as Danish police, that in such cases I will always go to the scene of the accident.

    I would like you to come with me, I know it’s not the ideal start to your new job, on the other hand, better to throw you in the deep end straight away. My helicopter will be landing in 15 minutes at the top of the building and will take us to Copenhagen, where a police-car will be ready for us. It will most likely mean that tonight we will be staying in Hotel Sanders tonight. Don’t worry about not having anything with you, that will all be provided’.

    He took his mobile phone from the desk, putting it in his coat, which hung near the door to the hall. Then he checked his pockets, taking his wallet out and checking if he had his company’s credit card with him. After that he spoke to his receptionist for a few moments and together with Astrid made his way to the elevator going up. When they reached the top floor, he pointed Astrid the way to the stairs to the roof and when opening the doors, he could hear, but not yet see the company helicopter. ‘I’m sure this isn’t what you had expected for your first morning Astrid, I certainly hadn’t, but incidents like these always happen at times you don’t expect them. Fortunately they are very rare’.

    The flight didn’t take very long, but when they flew over the Bridge, he could see a plume of smoke rising up from where they accident was. He counted at least 5 lorries and multiple cars, so he was trying to prepare for the worst. The helicopter landed near the police headquarters and only a matter of minutes later they were on their way to the scene of the accident. Egon noticed that all traffic towards Sweden was halted at the entrance of the Drogden Tunnel.

    ‘If you wish, Astrid, you can remain in the car, while I go see the extent of the accident. I will leave my mobile phone with you. Aftenbladet, but surely some other newspapers and –channels will call. Just tell them what we know, that there has been a major accident and that Danish Police is investigating. I am thinking it will be quite a gruesome view, not something for the faint-hearted. Not that I think that applies to you, but still. It is your first day in my employment’.

    The police-car stopped some several hundreds of meters away from the actual accident, where they were met by Stabschef Arnesen. ‘I will see you shortly, Astrid’.
     
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    It only took a few seconds until her new boss arrived to meet her. The two of them exchanged some casual greetings and Astrid even slipped in a "that she was very happy to see him again" before she followed him back to his office. While she had only been there for not that long last time, Astrid noticed the slight changes in his office. Another desk had been brought in and she assumed this would become her workplace. She placed her handbag on top of her new desk and was going to put off her coat before she would go to fetch some coffee for them both, but heard how a phone suddenly started to buzz. At first, Astrid thought it wasn't something important, but when Mr. Olsen's facial expression changed and he gestured to her to sit down, she did so and looked at him while he suddenly changed his Swedish to Danish.

    While she couldn't speak Danish, Astrid understood Danish perfectly well. Since she had grown up in Malmo for her the majority of her life, she had heard Danish almost daily and therefore learned to understand it. Swedish and Danish are also quite similar to each other, and therefore she could understand that the conversation her boss had was important and urgent. It seemed an accident had happened somewhere and after a couple of minutes, the phone call came to an end and it appeared the coffee she was supposed to fetch for him had been postponed.

    "Oh... I see." It was her only reaction, though Astrid also felt slightly excited. She had thought she would only be doing a bunch of paperwork, but it seemed working for Øresundsbro Konsortiet meant doing some fieldworks as well. She quickly pulled on her coat again and took a hold of her handbag. But it was when her boss mentioned that they would be staying in Denmark that Astrid felt how her heart sank. "But..." She wanted to object, mainly because she had nothing with her, except what she had in her handbag. It seemed not to be a problem for Mr. Olsen and when he assured her that everything would be provided for her, she nodded and decided it's for the best that she didn't raise her voice when this was her first day at her new job.

    Together, they left his office and moved out to the reception. Mr. Olsen talked with the receptionist for a few minutes and as they did, Astrid tried to snap up any kind of mannerism of her new employer. She was giving the impression that he was someone very professional and someone who knew how to react fast, yet not impulsive. They then moved to an elevator and went up to the top floor. It wasn't a long walk to the helicopter and as they walked up to it, Mr. Olsen excused himself for what had happened. "You don't have to excuse for it! This is something you can't control and perhaps it's for the best that I first learn what to do when a crisis appears?" She said with a faint smile on her lips. She was trying to be her usual, cheerful self, but she had to admit that she had no clue what was going on.

    The ride in the air was brief and just like Mr. Olsen, Astrid soon spotted the smoke and where the accident had occurred. But through her eyes, it appeared to be just a big mess and after they had landed and changed vehicle, she was glad that Mr. Olsen told her to wait in the car and just watch for his phone, in case anyone would call. "I understand, Sir." She told him before he closed the car door and while he probably didn't care, Astrid felt stupid that she just had called him "sir."

    Astrid was all alone in the car while he was gone. The police officer had left as well, probably because he was needed at the accident. While she waited, she pulled out her notebook from her handbag and an ink pencil. With a quick and skilled hand, Astrid started to do some quick sketches of various things. Suddenly, she was in her own little world, not seeming to be bothered by the stressful noises that could be heard from outside the car. And then...

    Beeeeep. Beeeeep.

    Astrid felt how something was buzzing against her right thigh and at first, she tried to ignore it. But then she remembered the phone Mr. Olsen had left for her to watch over and she quickly took a hold of it and without looking who was calling, she pushed the green button and pressed the phone against her ear.

    "This is Egon Olsen's phone, you are talking with Astrid his secretary!" She said fast and in a cheerful tone. However, the man on the other end wasn't as cheerful. Instead, he sounded very stressful and demanding. "This is Patrik Ekström, writer from Aftonbladet. We would like to know..." Then there he started to ask countless questions to Astrid and while she heard perfectly well, she found herself stumbling. What am I supposed to say? She had no clue what had happened, nor didn't she know the current situation of the accident. She glanced out from the window, but couldn't see anything, nor where Egon where. "I'm very sorry, but right now we know as much as you." Astrid excused herself to him. "But what we know right now is that a major accident has occurred on the Danish side of the bridge and that the Danish police is trying investigation what may have happened." Astrid tried to explain and as she spoke, she could hear that the writer from Aftonbladet was typing down everything she was saying and occasionally made some "Ah-ha" and "mh-mh" sounds while he listened.

    "I'm so sorry, I wished I could tell you anything else..." Astrid said, but before he bid his good-bye, she ended up asking him for a request. "But perhaps Mr. Olsen could call you back when he is back? What's your number?" She asked and she then received his number and his name. Since she was already holding a pen in her hand, Astrid wrote down his number in her notebook and also his name and that he was a writer from Aftonbladet. "Great! I will let Mr. Olsen know and I hope he can reach you back as soon as he can!" She told him and then, the phonecall ended and Astrid went back to waiting for Mr. Olsen to return.
     
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    Egon returned to the police-car within 20 minutes, his face grave and serious. ‘It’s a lot worse than we expected, Astrid. Danish police is thinking there could be as much as 10 to 15 fatalities. Under normal circumstances I would want the road to be cleared as quickly as possible, but this isn’t normal. I have agreed with police that the Sweden-bound carriage-way will remain closed, for as long as they need and the Danish-bound lanes will be split to carry all traffic. But police say that it can be tomorrow before they have that arranged.

    Large screens have been ordered, which will be placed in between the lanes, to block the view for ongoing traffic. The biggest problem is that there are several lorries involved and it’s likely that a crane operating from the sea is necessary. But that’s for later. First, there will be a news conference, at headquarters of Danish police. That shall be at 1 this afternoon. I will have to be present there of course, but there is no need for you to be there too. I think it is a good idea if you go to the hotel, the companies’ suite should be ready and start typing up a message for our website. Don’t be too detailed of course, keep it plain and simple’. He took a long breath, holding on to the car, for the accident had hit home with him.

    ‘I will give you my business-card, and I’ll put a little note on it for the hotel receptionists, just have a look around in the room, for things you will need for the night. I’m sorry to say, but I’m going to request you staying until tomorrow. Whatever you might need, just call the front desk and they will get it for you’. He took another breath of air, he was dying for a mug of hot strong coffee, but where they were, it would take a while. ‘I assume that you’ve been called by one or more journalists. I would love for you to call back whomever has called me, and inform them of the press-conference. Just keep my phone with you, but you can turn it off after you’ve made those calls. Thank you for being here, Astrid, hopefully tonight we can have dinner together. I expect to be at the hotel by 4 or 5 pm. The police will bring you there’.

    He reach in the inside of his pocket, and upon taking one of his cards out, he wrote on the back ‘Hun er ned mig’ (She’s with me), signing it simply with Egon. ‘Here you go, Astrid, this should be enough’. He tried to give Astrid as warm a smile as he could, under the circumstances, but then turned back towards the accident. It was going to be a long day, one that he had been looking forward to, for having Astrid starting, but as always, life sometimes threw curve-balls that couldn’t be avoided. He hoped that she wouldn’t feel left alone, but so far, what he had seen of it, she had done a brilliant job and already he knew that he had made the right choice, work-wise.
     
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    Astrid quickly closed her notebook when she heard the car door open and she spotted that it was her new employer that had returned. At first, she was happy, but then she noticed that he looked far more concerned and stressed than before. This is very serious. Astrid thought as she tried to take another glimpse at the accident through the window. The smoke appeared as ominous as last time she had checked. "This will be a long day." She heard herself whisper, but it seemed Egon hadn't heard it, because he was moving onto the next topic and it seemed he wished that she would wait at the hotel, rather than be dragged around the accident on her first day.

    "I understand..." Astrid commented, though with a hint of uncertainty. While she recalled that he had informed her earlier that she didn't have to worry about any necessities and that the company would stand for the cost, she felt a bit unsure about spending the whole day and night together with him on her first day. There was a reason for it though, yet a part of her couldn't help but worry that he maybe would find her too awkward and too unfit as the role as his new secretary. Yet, she decided not to complain or admit to him. Instead, she kept her mouth shut and tried to remember everything he told her. She tried to remind herself that she was the new Astrid today and that she would take her new job seriously. I can do this. She told herself as Egon thanked her for being here and after she received his business card, Astrid looked directly into his eyes and smiled at him.

    "Anything for you, Sir." She said and then, the door closed and in a few minutes, a policeman sat down at the driver's seat and turned on the motor and then took the new secretary to the hotel. Whenever Astrid have visited Copenhagen in the past, she has only stayed for a few hours or been living at a cheap hostel. But the hotel she would be staying at for the night was of a standard she normally wasn't used of! The first impression of the facade of the hotel screamed "expensive" and the service she received at the reception was superb. As soon as she had given the receptionist Mr. Olsen's card, she immediately called in a bellboy that helped Astrid to the room.

    Or... it was a suite. Astrid had assumed she would have a room of her own, but it appeared her boss didn't mind sharing and she now found herself in a large suite. "Wow..." She gasped as soon as she was left alone and for a few minutes, she sat down in an armchair and just admired the luxury interior. When she had sent in her job application, she hadn't assumed this would be her new life and while it was slightly overwhelming, she also felt she didn't mind getting spoiled. But while she was feeling like royalty, she suddenly got reminded that she had some phone calls to do. During the ride in the car, more journalists had called Egon's phone and Astrid had answered every call and informed them about what they knew and that there would be a news conference at the HQ of the Danish police at 1 pm. She also called back the journalist from Aftonbladet and informed him about everything she knew and after he thanked her that she had reached back to him, the phone calls turned more and sparer and when the clock was reaching 1, Egon's phone ended up dead silent.

    "Finally... some silence." Astrid thought as she placed her boss phone on a large coffee table, that was standing on the middle of the room together with a coach group. It was now Astrid decided she could inspect the suite further. The interior was very lush and appeared to be mixing old styles together with a modern touch. The living room appeared to be the largest room of the suite and on the left side, there was a double door that probably leads to the bedroom. As curious as she was, Astrid decided to sneak in, but as soon as opened the doors, she spotted something terrifying.

    There was only one bed. A pretty large queen sized, yet it was just one. Where am I suppose to sleep? Astrid thought as soon as she realized what this meant and her amusement turned quickly sour. She wasn't enjoying this anymore and she ended up staring at the inviting bed as if it was the entrance to hell. Maybe... maybe we can get a spare bed or something like that? She tried to tell herself as she didn't want to end up panicking on her first day at her new job.

    While she didn't like that there was only one bed, Astrid decided that this could probably be easily fixed. The first thing she thought of was that she perhaps should call Egon and ask him, but when she spotted his cellphone on the coffee table, she cursed herself and decided that it was for the best to keep her calm and try not to think much about it. He is a professional. Astrid thought. He wouldn't do anything inappropriate... Yet, Astrid reminded herself about the interview and felt slightly worried about the thing he had asked her. He had asked if she had minded if he would ask her to stay over at his place, and she had answered that she wouldn't. Which was still true. She wouldn't mind it and as she was analyzing everything she remembered from their first encounter, her distressed mind suddenly felt excited.

    The whole situation felt like the plot of a Hollywood movie and while she tried to remind herself that she probably was fantasizing something that wasn't real, she decided to play with the thought of being a bit more sultry and sensual. Minutes turned into hours and when the clock struck 4 pm, Astrid felt bored. No one had called for an hour and as she was getting more and more restless, she decided that perhaps it was a good idea to take a quick shower. There were two bathrooms in the suite, one that was smaller and contained a toilet and a sink, and a larger that was connected to the bedroom. As she took a peek into the larger bathroom, she spotted that the bathroom not only had a shower but a pretty extraordinary bathtub as well. While she always enjoys taking a long, warm bath, Astrid decided it was for the best to take a shower. So, quickly, she ended up removing her clothes and fold them neatly at a lonely chair in the bedroom. On top of her clothes, she put her underwear, which was a pair of lacey black panties and a matching black bra. She expected that she would be done before Egon would return and she went into the bathroom, keeping the door slightly ajar so she could hear if the phone would ring.

    She turned the shower on and put on the highest temperature. The shower was just a clear glass case with a large, sleek handle on the door to open it. The shower quickly turned warm and before she stepped in, Astrid noticed that there were a few samples sized soap bottles on a case that was stuck on the glass walls and she decided that she would try one of them out. But as soon as she stepped inside and her naked, curvy body was touched by the boiling hot water, she got lost in her thoughts and her quick shower turned longer. She completely forgot about time and the fact that she and Egon were sharing the suite together and that he could return in any passing minute.
     
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  17. Tanakalian

    Tanakalian Dreamwalker Member

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    It had been a day from hell. At the press-conference Danish police had given horrific figures, they had recovered 16 bodies and thought there to be more still. The investigation into the accident would take week, if not months, yes it had been very foggy, but all speed indicators had been on full warning, for drivers to bring their speed down. At the toll-booths, cars were held up a little longer, so there would be more space in between traffic, to prevent something like this happening, and still it had failed. And although Egon had been briefed by his lawyers that the company couldn’t be held responsible, any loss of life was devastating. Danish police had said that although speed at the toll-booths was brought down, it was likely that speed still had played a large role, but that further investigation would prove more.

    Egon had walked back from police headquarters to the hotel, in normal circumstances it should have taken him maybe 45 minutes, but he took his time, he wanted to clear his mind, the accident was going to be the biggest accident in Scandinavian history. The main reason he wanted his mind clear was to avoid putting his sorrows on Astrid. The girl had done a fantastic job, a few of the Swedish reporters that had made it to the press-conference had complimented Egon on how she had handled things. He got to the hotel later as he had hoped and he was hoping that Astrid would accept his apology and that she was willing to be taken to dinner by him. He had made a phone-call at police headquarters and had pulled some strings to get a table reservation for that same evening at Noma. For normal people totally impossible, but Egon wasn’t normal and today wasn’t a normal situation.

    After picking up a second key-card for the suite, the receptionists were smart enough not to strike up small talk, the news about the accident was everywhere, and Egon made his way up to the suite. When he opened the door, he was expecting to see Astrid watching the news, or maybe some other program, but the sitting area was empty. As silent as he could, thinking she was asleep, he walked into the bedroom, when he heard the shower running. His mind jumped a little, for both in her interview as well as this morning when she had started work, he had undressed her in his head. The girl had a wonderful body, curves in all the right places and proportions. He looked through the slightly opened door, but the heat of the shower had condensed the glass, he could see a silhouette, but nothing more.

    He walked back into the living area, opened one of the cupboards to take out a bottle of 18yo Glenfiddich whisky and poured himself a glass. He sat back on one of the larger chairs. He had his eyes closed, but took a sip every now and then, waiting for Astrid to make her way out of the shower. When he heard the shower stopping, he opened his eyes and by the time she did make her way out, she looked refreshed, but in his eyes just delightful, wearing the same clothes as earlier that day. He got up from the chair, walking towards her and greeting her warmly. He was exhausted, and maybe that was why he gave her a small kiss on her cheek. Straight away he apologized, ‘Sorry, I’m just tired. But I have had some really good compliments about you, so I am going to take you for dinner. I am going for a quick shower, I will be back very soon’.

    He walked a little too quickly into the shower room, undressing himself and taking a quick but hot shower. He wrapped himself in a large towel, walking into the bedroom, completely forgetting the door to the living area was wide open. He dropped the towel on the bed, having his back to the living area, his buttocks clearly to be seen. Then he dressed himself into more casual clothing, some trousers and a sweater. In his haste, for wanting to make the arranged time at the restaurant, he forgot to put on boxer-shorts. When he made his way back into the living area of the suite, he grabbed a coat, ‘Are you coming, Astrid, I’ve made a reservation at Noma, I hope you will like the place’. Together they walked to the elevator, going down and after walking out of the hotel lobby, he called for a waiting taxi. The ride to Noma only took a few minutes and when they arrived, Egon got out first, holding his hand out for Astrid to lean on.

    It felt as if there was some exciting tension between them, he kept looking at her, but he noticed that she looked at him quite often too. After entering the restaurant, he talked to the front of house, giving his name and they were led to a quiet booth at the end of the restaurant. The front of house excused the seating, Astrid and Egon had to sit at a very small table, with their knees touching. ‘Apologies are not necessary, I know it was a late reservation, we are very happy you could have us this one’. Egon ordered a bottle of white wine, and some appetisers and then he turned his attention to the girl sitting so close to him now. He took one of her hands in his, ‘I am really happy that you wanted to come with me, Astrid, it is a real pleasure having you here with me, after such a difficult day. Thank you very much’.
     
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  18. Morrigan

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    Astrid hadn't heard the door to the suite open. Instead, she had taken a long and enjoyable shower. The soap she had found smelled extraordinary and after she was done and got herself dressed again, she could still feel the perfume lingering on her skin. However, when she went into the living room, she spotted that her boss had arrived from the press conference and she almost got startled. She looked a bit shocked, especially when he moved up to her and greeted her with a soft peck on her cheek.

    Why?

    It wasn't as if she hadn't liked it or approved of it. It just came out of nowhere and while he excused himself, Astrid couldn't help but remember the nasty images that had flashed through her mind earlier and she felt how her cheeks started to burn. "It's cool..." She tried to shrug it off and while she waited for him to take his shower, she sat down and tried not to think much about it. It had only been an innocent kiss, a greeting that was common in some cultures, yet why was her body burning with desire and her subconscious was demanding more?

    Egon was soon done and after Astrid heard how the shower was turned off, she looked up to the bedroom door but found herself staring at her half naked boss. It appeared Mr. Olsen hadn't spotted that the door was fully ajar because he suddenly removed the towel that was wrapped around his waist and proceed to showcase his naked backside to her. Astrid found herself staring. Her conflicted thoughts turned even messier and while she quickly looked away, her mind was only thinking of him. She was imagining things she shouldn't be thinking of her employer. She started to imagine them both naked together and that she had wrapped her legs around his waist and was pressing him close and then...

    She suddenly heard his voice and Astrid spotted him back in the living room and he had already put on his jacket. "I'm coming." She told him and in a haste, she pulled on her coat and took her handbag and joined him.

    When Egon had said he had fixed a table at Noma, Astrid didn't really think much about it. She thought perhaps it was Egon's favorite restaurant, but it appeared to be more than just that. Her eyes turned wide when she stepped inside into this chic restaurant and while the booth they got was small, Astrid certainly didn't mind getting the chance to experience eating here. After he had ordered something to drink and eat, Egon returned his attention to her and to her surprise, he took her right hand in his and expressed that he was happy that she was here and that she wanted to come to have dinner with him.

    "I appreciate that you don't mind me tagging along." She said with a smile and with her thumb, she brushed it against his hand, initiating that she didn't mind the intimate contact. "But... I'm just wondering..." She felt slightly awkward asking this, but since she earlier had been so conflicted by it, she felt it was for the best to ask before she would forget it again. "I noticed earlier that there is only one bed in the hotel and I was just wanted to ask and see if you don't mind sharing it?"

    She couldn't believe that she was asking him this! This was her first day at the job and what she was asking for was against any kind of morals she had. But it was something special with Egon. As she was sitting here, their knees nudging each other and him holding her hand in his...

    Astrid was attracted to him, so much that she would do anything to see him naked again.
     
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  19. Tanakalian

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    He was still coming to his senses after the day he had, but when he heard her question about sharing the bed, it felt as if he snapped out of a dream. Away with the day he had, he was now in the presence of a gorgeous young woman, his secretary, but he had hired her exactly for things like this too. But she more than surprised him asking it so outspoken, the few moments they had been together, he had realized he had hired the right girl, not just for the job, but also for him personally. He let the question hang in between them for a few moments, as some appetisers were brought, together with a small glass of champagne to go with them. He never had to care for spending money that would be reimbursed by the company, but after the day he had, he was going to treat himself, and Astrid of course, to luxury and wealth.

    After the waiter had put the small food down and had explained what it was, he looked at Astrid. ‘Well, dear, it’s funny you should ask that, I would love for you to share that bed with me tonight. It’s a perfect size for the both of us, so I was hoping for you to be in the same bed tonight’. He softly stroked her hand, sat a little closer to the table, not just their knees brushing, but he moved his leg a little bit for his thigh to rest against hers. He never let go of her hand, keeping it in one of his, and with the other he picked up a small spoon that had a scallop on it. ‘Open your mouth, dear, taste this. Nobody can prepare a better tasting scallop than the chef here’. He fed her the spoon, watching her eat it and smiled.

    The way she ate, how she let the taste go around her mouth, that in itself looked extremely sexual to him and he felt how his loins agreed with his mind, for his manhood started to rise. He picked up the second spoon and ate the scallop himself. As he had expected it almost melted in his mouth, with a little saltness on the aftertaste. He was following the curves on her body with his eyes, and was thinking how it would feel to kiss and nibble on her nipples. Now that she had asked if he wanted to share the bed, he wanted to have her naked. Then he got a thought, ‘I have a little challenge for you, Astrid, you can call it a dare’. He looked at her with clear lust in his eyes, he wanted her and he couldn’t wait for dinner to be over.

    But as the starter still had to be brought, he was going to make the most of the situation, their table allowing him to be touching her all the time. He squeezed her hand a little bit, looking her straight into her eyes, ‘I want you to go to the bathroom, dear, and take off your panties, you can put them in your purse. When you return to the table, I will check if you have followed this first order of me’.
     
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  20. Morrigan

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    It took a moment for him to answer her bold question. At first, she had believed he was lusting for her as much as she was doing. She still recalled the kiss he had placed on her cheek earlier and how it was still lingering on her skin. She also thought about the time he had expressed that he was happy that she had come along and that she was here. At first, she believed it was for mental support and perhaps reveal his stress in this unfortunate situation, but as they were sitting this close to each other, Egon still holding her hand as the food and drinks were finally served to them, she was certain something more would happen.

    "Good." She said with a warm smile when he told her that he wouldn't mind sharing the bed with her. He then picked up one of the spoons that had food she didn't recognize. When he explained that it was scallop, Astrid was first uncertain if she would like it, but in the end, she parted her lips, her eyes staring into Egon's as she slowly wrapped her lips around the spoon and pulled back. The scallop tasted better than she had anticipated. She let it roll around her mouth before she started to chew and after she swallowed, she smiled. "It was delicious." She told him with a nod. While he enjoyed taking a scallop for himself, Astrid glanced at him with eyes filled with desire. She was remembering when he had walked out from the shower and how she had been given a hint of the body that was hiding underneath his clothes. If it wasn't seen as inappropriate, she would have dared to sneak her hands over his arm and up to his chest. While she assumed there was an age gap between them, Astrid felt that she has never lusted for a man as much as now and when he spoke again, and proposed she should take off her panties for him, her eyes turned wide and she let out a gasp.

    Astrid retreated her hand he was holding and at first, she didn't say anything. But she picked up her purse and in the next second, she was standing up and seemed to be looking for where the restroom could be. When she spotted it, she leaned down to whisper into his ear. "I will be back soon..." She breathed out and then, she hurried towards the bathroom.

    When she entered the restroom, Astrid made sure she had locked. What she was about to do was something she had never done before and while she found it excited, she was also afraid someone would spot that she had removed her panties. But the skirt she was wearing was hitting her knee and was sitting tight against her curvy hips. Slowly, she pulled it up and she then started to pile off her tights before she ended up rolling down her panties. After she was done getting dressed again, she took a hold of her panties, ready to hide them in her purse, she first now noticed how soaked they were. Never in her life had she been as horny as now and when she walked out from the restroom, she hoped none of the other guests would suspect what she just had done.

    But it appeared no one was even looking at her direction. When she finally returned to sit down next to Egon, she smiled at him and she then took his right hand and placed it on her thigh. The table was concealing them and while it was hard to do so, Astrid spread her legs a bit, hoping it would make it easier for her boss to inspect if she had done a good job or not.
     
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