Jessica was beginning to enjoy the banter, which was unfair and one-sided. But, each moment boxed Syndey into a smaller and more restrictive corner from which she would never escape. "You will remain seated," Jessica said in a calm, confident voice. The question was both probing and rhetorical -- of course the cunt knew what the number represented, but Jessica was curious for Syndey's reaction. And, the treacherous assistant did not disappoint. For all the hatred that Jessica felt towards the soon to be punished tart, she felt a mild admiration for the composed nature of her subterfuge and demeanor. Not everyone could lie as convincingly as Sydney was, and Jessica made a note to herself to never trust a word the bitch uttered from that day forward.<br/><br/>Jessica took another notepad and wrote a different number, this one in black. "That financial amount was but a portion of my portfolio earnings for this quarter." She kept the black lettered note to herself and returned to the screen. Clicking the mouse in her hand, Jessica cycled through the images Sydney had posted of herself in various, expensive lingerie outfits. "I wonder which of these skimpy outfit you're wearing right now, Sydney," Jessica said. She did not ask the woman, but was more musing to herself in an idled tone. The tension was mounting in that office, as it was abundantly clear that Jessica conducted herself like a chess-master, shifting pieces into place for an ultimate "check" on Syndey's fate. "My guess is the pink one here," Jessica said, to herself.<br/><br/>Her dark eyes, now dangerous flashed at Sydney. "In fact, I'm most curious to see for myself. Be a good little slut ... stand up and take your clothes off." The grin Jessica returned dared the woman to protest.