Sydney was finally starting to relax at the office, sitting comfortably at her desk, her Louboutin nude colored heels tapping on the floor. It was difficult to tell to the untrained eye, but those heels cost over $600.. a splurge she afforded herself, calling it a celebratory purchase. Of course she was just a personal assistant for Damon Grier, one of the senior finacial officers for Griffon Financial... so how does a personal assistant afford a shelf of Louboutin and Jimmy Choo heels?<br/>______________________________________________________<br/><br/>Damon and Jessica had been neck and neck for a promotion. The overwhelming opinion was that Jessica was a shoe in for it, pulling ahead by a large margin over the past few quarters. Her earnings were off the charts due to her obsessive work ethic. Sydney knew she was hooked to the wrong cart, but there was nothing she could do. She'd dreamed of Damon getting the promotion, bringing her along up to the executive suites, a window looking out over the tops of the skyscrapers, a healthy raise of course and getting to turn her nose up at Jessica.<br/><br/>So she took matters into her own hands, so to speak. She couldn't let Damon know, that would be too risky, she just needed him to be the beneficiary of the good fortune and then play his expected part of pulling her along with him up that corporate ladder. She wouldn't be doing it purely as a charity, no doubt, wanting compensated for her efforts. Jessica's portfolio always performed well over the company mean. Even her lowest variance points fell above the line, which made things difficult... so she knew she needed to act quickly, all hitting Jessica overnight so she wouldn't have a chance to review or rebound before the reports came out.<br/><br/>She called around, getting ahold of a friend of a friend who had a guy... a real basement dweller, matrix looking screens surrounding him rivaled only by the empty mountain dew and redbull cans littered nearby. Her nose had cringed as she sat in his basement for an hour explaining what she needed. As luck would have it, he'd been rejected by Griffon Financial a few years back, so he didn't take too much convincing. Just a simple blowjob was all it took, something she'd surely wish to forget... online shopping helped.<br/>________________________________________________________<br/><br/>Back to the present day, news was starting to spread. Jessica had been called up to Dale's office, surely getting reamed for her sudden dip in performance. The corners of Sydney's lips curled in a devilish smile as she just wished she could be a fly on the wall, watching the look of shock as Jessica surely went in there expecting to be praised yet again only to be brought back down to Earth. Her brain had to be racked with confusion and anger. Sydney had been assured that it was nearly untraceable what had happened, the only possible way was to dig down into the cobwebs of transactions, routed through various dummy accounts before funneling through to her own. She'd wanted to set up a false identity to access, but that would take too much time, she was told... so she took the risk. No FBI agents had shown up at her desk, so she figured she was all set.<br/><br/>A few hours later, Damon was headed up to Dale's office. He'd heard of Jessica's misfortune, knowing this was likely the call that Jessica was hoping to get. Damon was a good guy, nice and considerate... he never would have made it up there without her. Now he just needed to be a good puppet, accept his promotion and bring her along. It may take a couple weeks to become effective, but she could bide her time. Besides, she now had a nice nest egg to play with. Even with the half dozen pairs of heels and various new outfits, both professional and... not... she had barely made a dent.<br/><br/>"Hope it's good news, Mr Grier!" she said with a smirk as Damon made his way out of his office and towards the elevator.