Tempt to Hire (Lyria & Mr_C)
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				Title: <strong>Tempt to Hire (Lyria &amp; Mr_C)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>17-05-2006, 23:35:15</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;Mike sighed, then stood up behind his desk. He hated the fact that after ten years working his way up thru the ranks, his company had gone bankrupt, forcing him to re-enter the job market as a beginner. And tho' he claimed to be an enlightened male, totally okay with women in positions of power, the fact that his new boss was a female, and younger than he, rankled. She'd buzzed him again, and so he walked from the desk he'd been assigned outside her office to her door and knocked, then stepped inside. "Yes?" the tall blonde secretary said. "You wanted to see me ma'am?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tempt to Hire (Lyria &amp; Mr_C)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyria</strong> on <strong>18-05-2006, 00:11:26</strong>
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				<strong>Madison Windsor</strong><br><br>(http://home.mchsi.com/~fwanny/wsb/media/755700/site1013.JPG)<br><br>Madison Windsor held up her palm, she was on the phone and talking in a not so nice manner to whoever was on the other end. <br><br>"I don't care what happened to it. You <em>will </em> have it to me by five, and if it's not here the deal is off and we are going with Transtech. Period. Discussion over."<br><br>Mallory hung up the phone and tossed her expensive chrome pen onto the desk. She ignored Mike for the moment, typing furiously on her laptop, her full red lipsticked lips pursed together in concentration and her long red nails flew like lightening. After a moment she looked up at him as if she had forgotten he was there. <br><br>"Right. Coffee...one cream, one sweetner...Splenda only. If there's no Splenda bring it black, no cream."<br><br>With that she went back to her laptop and picked up the phone again. Her sharp blue eyes met his, and then her hand raised to shoo him away. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tempt to Hire (Lyria &amp; Mr_C)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>18-05-2006, 03:21:54</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=5577.msg188457#msg188457">Quote from: Lyria on 18-05-2006, 00:11:26</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Right. Coffee...one cream, one sweetner...Splenda only. If there's no Splenda bring it black, no cream."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>*** Mike's jaw clenched unconsciously, and he twisted his neck slightly, popping it. He started to speak, to tell Madison he wasn't a lackey, wasn't someone she could just order around at whim, then sighed. That's <em>exactly</em> what he was now, what he'd become. Turning, he went to get the coffee, doing his best to make it exactly as she'd request ... as she'd ordered. Carrying it back into her office, Mike carefully sat the cup down on her desk. "Is there anything else?" he asked, trying to keep the anger out of his voice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tempt to Hire (Lyria &amp; Mr_C)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyria</strong> on <strong>18-05-2006, 04:20:15</strong>
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				She held her palm up again, on the phone still. <br><br>"That's just tough. We do it my way, or we don't do it. We've been over this before. You need us more than we need you, and if you aren't stable enough for this kind of deal than you should bail now and not drag us under with you."<br><br>There was a bitchy and somewhat cocky smirk on her face as she pulled the phone away from her ear briefly. The voice on the other end was quite loud and upset. After a moment it calmed and she put it back to her ear. Not saying a thing. A very long minutes passed, when suddenly Madison smiled widely with a huge self-satisfied look on her face. <br><br>"I thought so. Good to have you on board."<br><br>She hung the phone up and smiled at Mike. <br><br>"Remember Mikey. The first one who speaks once the offer is on the table, loses."<br><br>She took a drink of the coffee and nodded her approval. <br><br>"You make a damn good cup of joe Mikey...and wait, before you leave..."<br><br>Madison stood up and walked to an expensive wood grain filing cabinet, the muscles in her long legs flexing underneath her almost too short skirt. She pulled out a file and tossed it and walked up to him, almost eyeballing him. In her heels he only had about an inch on her. She looked directly in his eyes without blinking. <br><br>"We're working late tonight. I need this typed, and then printed and collated, 30 copies. I know it's close to three already, but it's urgent. Expect to be here until at least seven. Order chinese around six. I want orange beef with extra broccoli."<br><br>She then held up her hand in a dismissive wave again. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tempt to Hire (Lyria &amp; Mr_C)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>18-05-2006, 18:26:48</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;Once again the muscles in Mike's jaw rippled. "I can't work late tonite," he said. "I've got plans." He took the folder and flipped thru it. "I'll give this to one of the other secretaries; they can stay here with you." He turned to leave, still carrying the folder.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tempt to Hire (Lyria &amp; Mr_C)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyria</strong> on <strong>18-05-2006, 18:53:43</strong>
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				Her tone wasn't angry, if anything it was amused. <br><br>"And then maybe one of those secretary's would like to be my personal assistant and you can go to the hell that is called 'Marketing'."<br><br>She smirked and sat down. <br><br>"Good luck advancing you carreer path out of that cubicle wasteland. I'll have the transfer papers on your desk in the morning."<br><br>Ms. Windsor started typing again, ignoring Mike's presence. She knew how badly he needed this job. A reccomendation from her could start him back on the junior executive track he deserved to be on. She knew he was smart and very good at what he did. Too bad his circumstances were so unfortunate...too bad for him anyway. <br><br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>18-05-2006, 21:30:09</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;Dammit. Mike wanted to wipe that smug look off of her face, and if he hadn't needed the job, he would've. So what if she was nominally female? If she wanted to act like a guy, she could damn well take it like a guy. He sighed heavily, then said, "Fine." Mike's voice could've frozen the Sahara as he turned to leave.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tempt to Hire (Lyria &amp; Mr_C)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyria</strong> on <strong>18-05-2006, 21:41:09</strong>
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				Madison didn't speak, but just let him leave, smiling.&nbsp; The coldness in his voice showed just how much he was burning, giving her a huge sense of power. She loved to see him squirm like that. She had been held down and shit on by too many older men who had tried to enforce a glass ceiling on her. She had broken that glass along with their balls and wasn't about to let some man come in here and think he was going to breeze his way to the top. He would have to get through her. 
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				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>20-05-2006, 21:25:37</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;Mike called his friend to let him know Mike had to work late, then set about doing Madison's assignment. Eventually, everyone else had gone but Mike, and when he walked into Madison's office, carrying her copies, they were the only two people in the building. "Here," he said, dropping the copies on her desk.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tempt to Hire (Lyria &amp; Mr_C)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyria</strong> on <strong>22-05-2006, 08:43:38</strong>
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				Madison seemed to ignore his less than pleasant attitude, and the fact the had finished the assignment. She had a multitude of files open on her desk, and looked a little tired and stressed. She was still looking at the files, a pair of reading glasses perched on the end of her button nose when she spoke calmly, but firmly. <br><br>"Shut the door and have a seat."
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				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>23-05-2006, 00:30:14</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;"O what now?" Mike asked. "Look, I did your stupid project. What else do you want?"
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				Post by: <strong>Lyria</strong> on <strong>23-05-2006, 00:48:06</strong>
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				This time Madison did look up. She took off her glasses and laid them on the files, and sat back in her chair crossing her legs. She looked at him with curiosity more than anything at the moment. <br><br>"Stupid Project?"<br><br>She regarded him carefully before speaking again. <br><br>"Mike...are you completely clueless as to how businesses are run, and what it takes to get out of an entry level position? Is this the reason you lost your last job and could only get hired as an assistant? This 'stupid project' doesn't just reflect on me, it reflects on us...you and me. If this 'stupid project' runs late, or is subpar, I am not going to take the blame. We will take the blame."<br><br>She switched her legs, crossing the opposite one, her skirt riding a bit up her thighs. <br><br>"I'm puzzled by your attitude Mike. I have not asked you to stay any later than I have...in fact, I will probably be here close to midnight. And, I'll be working on an empty stomach because you aren't sure enough about the size of your balls to feel comfortable working for a woman, so you passive aggressively decided not to order dinner. Either that or you are a complete moron and forgot."<br><br>Madison looked at him with a blank look. <br><br>"You have two choices here Mikey. You can walk out that door leaving things as they stand right now, and show up tomorrow to an empty desk and a key to the Market---....no, the mailroom....or....you can assure me how much you value your position here. Which will it be? Because I don't have time for insecure boys with bad attitudes. I have work to do."&nbsp; <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>23-05-2006, 17:34:14</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;Mike tilted his head, slightly surprised. "<em>We</em> will take the blame. Somehow, Maddy, I just don't believe you. And the only reason I lost my job was becos they decided to replace me with some idiot twit just out of college, with no experience whatsoever. I promise you, little girl, I know more about how businesses are run than you'll ever know." <br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Mike walked back to the desk, leaning over it until they were eye-to-eye. "And I don't have any problems working for a woman, you arrogant little bitch. I just didn't feel like buying you dinner."
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				Post by: <strong>Lyria</strong> on <strong>23-05-2006, 17:42:39</strong>
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				Madison smiled at his apparant annoyance and anger. She let him have his little tirade, then opened one of her draweres and pulled out a thin folder. She laid it on top of the other files on her desk and opened it. From Mike's point of view it would be easy to see that they were termination papers. <br><br>"First...I never asked you to buy dinner. Just to order it. Any assistant should know that the expense account would take care of <em>both</em> of our dinners."<br><br>She picked up a very expensive chrome pen and started filling the paper out. Still she was talking calmly...almost sweetly.<br><br>"Second, that's just a little bit more insubordinate than I have to put up with. A lot more in fact. I don't relish the thought of an assistant that can't control his emotions a bit better than this."<br><br>Madison chuckled lightly. <br><br>"Did you know your nostrils twitch when you are angry?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tempt to Hire (Lyria &amp; Mr_C)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>24-05-2006, 16:51:03</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;"I can control my emotions just fine," Mike said, enunciating each word clearly. "If I couldn't, I'd've done more than call you a bitch. And you know, if you can't control your subordinates better, and have to resort to termination in order to handle a problem, that doesn't really reflect well on you, does it. In all my time as an exec, I never had to fire anyone ... of course, *I* have the experience to deal with personell issues."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tempt to Hire (Lyria &amp; Mr_C)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyria</strong> on <strong>24-05-2006, 17:21:18</strong>
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				"And yet you're on that side of the desk, and I'm on this one. Funny how unfair life can be isn't it? Mr. Big Talented Exec gets replaced by some strapping young whelp almost half his age and with almost none of his experience, and is forced to take a job as an assistant to another young whelp. Let me assure you Mr. Assistant, I have the experience. It may not reflect in the years on the job, but it reflects in my performance and my track record. Both of which are immpeccable."<br><br>Alyssa put down her pen and smiled softly. <br><br>"So tell me Mikey, how would you deal with an assistant that was having 'personal issues' and being a total cocksucker?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tempt to Hire (Lyria &amp; Mr_C)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>24-05-2006, 20:28:21</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;Mike tilted his head, thinking. "I suppose I'd try to find out what the issue was, and what I could do to help with it," he said after a moment. "I mean, we have a tendency to forget sometimes that our employees have a life outside of work, and whether or not they mean for it to, sometimes that outside influence can affect their work." <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Mike pulled out one of the chairs in front of Madison's desk and sat down. "Also, a lot of times, the problem is simply one of personality conflict ... some people just don't work well together, and you can solve the problem simply by having one of the people change jobs." He shrugged. "And sometimes, people just need to talk things out, and feel like they're being heard."
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				Post by: <strong>Lyria</strong> on <strong>24-05-2006, 22:42:35</strong>
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				Alyssa refrained from rolling her blue eyes, and instead stood up behind her dest. With long confindent strides she walked around it to the door to her office, shutting it firmly. There wasn't anyone left in the building but the cleaning crew, but this was just the kind of conversation that called for privacy. <br><br>Returning to the desk she didn't sit in her chair, but instead perched on it in front of Mike, crossing her long legs and looking down at him over her button nose. <br><br>"So, why don't you tell me what the issue is, and what you think I could do to help with it."<br><br>She had her own ideas on how to deal with this arrogant prick, but would humor him first. 
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				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>24-05-2006, 23:40:26</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;Mike sighed. Now that she seemed willing to listen to him, his anger had dissipated. "I don't know," he said. "I guess it's just ... I don't feel like you use me enough ... you treat me like some sort of flunky." He shrugged. "I'm sorry," he said. "I don't know how to explain it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tempt to Hire (Lyria &amp; Mr_C)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyria</strong> on <strong>25-05-2006, 01:42:37</strong>
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				Awwww, his pride was hurt. Again Madison refrained from rolling her eyes. Instead she smiled what she hoped looked like a warm smiled, and concentrated on not sounding condescending. <br><br>"I am well aware of your resume, and that you are far over qualified for this position. But I'm having a hard time trusting you with the responsibility you deserve. I know damn well I could you any assignment on my desk and you could do it quite well. In fact, I've been wanting to do that. I am completely swamped. I am going to be here very late tonight, and every night this week."<br><br>She crossed her legs the other way, well aware that he would be able to see up her skirt and see that she was wearing a very skimpy black thong. <br><br>"But you have flipped me attitude from day one, when I have asked you to do the most minor things...and you passive-aggressively try and sabotage my evening by not ordering me dinner...what indication have you given me that I can trust you with a project?"<br><br>She looked down at him and her voice lowered, becoming almost husky. <br><br>"Can I trust you Mike?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tempt to Hire (Lyria &amp; Mr_C)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>25-05-2006, 17:09:13</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;"I ...." Mike's voice trailed off, unsure of what to say. "I'm sorry," he said at last. "I didn't realise you thought that." When Madison crossed her legs, Mike was momentarily able to see the skimpy black underwear she wore, and he blinked quickly. <em>"Damn,"</em> he thought. <em>"She must be totally shaven to wear something that tiny ...."</em> <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Shaking his head, and trying to stay focused, Mike looked up into Madison's eyes. "I'm sorry," he said again. "Let me make it up to you, please? Just write out what you want for dinner, and I'll get it, okay?" He dipped his head slightly, embarrassed by his earlier behaviour. "I ... I'm sorry," he said again, unable to think of a way to apologise for insulting her.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"Great, genius," </em> Mike thought. <em>"Call your boss a bitch ... that's a great way to get her to respect you."</em> He shook his head, and sighed with self-disgust.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tempt to Hire (Lyria &amp; Mr_C)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyria</strong> on <strong>26-05-2006, 16:31:34</strong>
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				Madison could see that there were some sort of internal processes going through Mike's mind. She wasn't sure exactly what they were, but guessed part of them might have had to do with the flash she had given him, and some might have to do with the apology he had just given her. The apology that admittedly had captured her off guard. She attempted to recover quickly. <br><br>"Well, no permanent harm done now, is there?"<br><br>She didn't move off of the desk, instead just relished the way this powerful and talented man was dipping his head before her. She reached back and wrote down what she wanted, along with the address to the chinese place. <br><br>"Here, it's not far. And while you are out, would you please pick up some superglue, the heel to my shoe is loose and I'll need you to fix it. And while you are gone I'll pick a project you can take control of. We start getting your name on some of this work, and you'll be out from under me in no time at all."<br><br>She looked at him evenly with her blue eyes, her face blank. <br><br>"Unless you like it under me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tempt to Hire (Lyria &amp; Mr_C)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>27-05-2006, 23:39:50</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;"Uh ...." Mike's voice trailed off as he tried to process what Madison had just said. "Um ... right," he finally said. Mike stood and took the paper from her, then went back to his desk to call the restaurant. After placing the order, he left the building, stopping by a hardware store and getting some glue, then went to the restaurant to get the food.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;It was about thirty minutes later when Mike knocked gently on the door to Madison's office. "I got the food," he said, poking his head in. "Do you want to eat first, or do you want me to try and fix your shoe?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tempt to Hire (Lyria &amp; Mr_C)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyria</strong> on <strong>29-05-2006, 03:56:50</strong>
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				Madison actually smiled this time, a warmer and truer smile than what she normall gave him.&nbsp; <br><br>"Please, come in. I'll have you fix my shoe, and then I can give you your project. It's an important one, but should be easy for a man of your credentials. It will definitly get you noticed upstairs."<br><br>She was still typing on the lap top, and flipped one file closed, grabbing another open one. She flashed him another smile, looking briefly away from her work. She accepted the bag of food and set it on the small side of the L shaped desk, leaving him wiht the glue.<br><br>"Just have a seat a sec, and let me finish up my trains of thought before they crash and derail. And then we'll see about getting you out of here."<br><br>Madison worked feverishly for a few minutes, then finally closed the file next to her. She sighed and sat back in her chair, rubbing her eyes and looking tired for just a moment. When she sat forward again less than a minute later she had on her same facade of cool confidence. She stood and stretched, then walked around the desk to perch in front of him again. She brought her left foot up in front of him, very high as she leaned slightly forward, her hands on the edge of the desk. Mike would have a very clear view of her thighs and the stockings beneath, and again of those oh so skimpy panties. <br><br>"This foot...the heel is coming apart from the shoe. As much I spent on them you think they could make them right."<br><br>She picked a thick file off of her desk, and waited until he did as she asked before she handed it to him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tempt to Hire (Lyria &amp; Mr_C)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>30-05-2006, 23:07:55</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;Trying not to look where his eyes seem determined to go, Mike knelt in front of Madison. "Um ... okay ..." he said. "I'll do my best, but ...." Mike gingerly took hold of Madison's shoe with one hand, while he used the other to open the glue. He brought the nozzle up to her heel and attempted to re-attach the heel more firmly.
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				Post by: <strong>Lyria</strong> on <strong>31-05-2006, 04:52:10</strong>
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				"...but what? My mother had a saying for when I would always say but. She would say 'buts are stinky, and we don't need any around here." Madison smiled evenly. "Just say what you mean to say."<br><br>After he had glued it she flexed her ankle and exteneded her leg. "Looka much better, thank you."<br><br>She moved the file to hand it too him, but stopped, looking uncertain. "Are you sure I can trust you Mike? This is a very important account. If it is messed up my name will be take a mark as much as yours will, and as displeased as you have been with me as a boss I can't help but wonder if you would backstab me by sabataging it. Please don't take that personally, one can just never be too careful...can we be a team Mike? I scratch your back and you scratch mine?" 
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				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>31-05-2006, 16:42:07</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;Mike looked at Madison a moment, before reaching for the file. "I suppose I can't blame you for being cautious," he said. "But I don't treat my work as a joke. I take it seriously ... you should know that by now."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tempt to Hire (Lyria &amp; Mr_C)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyria</strong> on <strong>01-06-2006, 01:47:02</strong>
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				She rest her foot on the arm of his chair, and smiled, her blue eyes focusing on his. Her voice lowered, to barely a husky whisper.<br><br>"Yes, but there has been a lot of hostility towards me...you can't deny that."<br><br>She gently swiveled his chair with her foot. <br><br>"If I thought you like me, I would be a lot more comfortable, about sharing this file with you. Not a lot of execs would hand over something like this to an assistant..."
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				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>01-06-2006, 17:00:41</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;"I ...." Mike sighed. "I've never not done my job," he said at last. "I may've been hostile, but that's just becos you've acted like I'm some sort of slave or something ... you haven't given me any credit for what I can do." Mike shrugged. "I ... I don't know you well enough to like you, I'm sorry."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tempt to Hire (Lyria &amp; Mr_C)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyria</strong> on <strong>01-06-2006, 22:20:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Madison smiled wryly. <br><br>"I've treated you like an assistant...read your job description. I realize it must be quite a blow to your ego to have to go from having your own assistant to being one...but until I could evaluate your attitude and work ethic, there was no way I was going to trust you with something important."<br><br>She hesitated and put the file back on her desk for now. <br><br>"Most successful types are willing to do whatever it takes to get where they need to be. I had to start at the bottom as well, and I had to fetch dry cleaning and get coffee and order dinner and work late. Granted I didn't have your resume, but I was top of my class, graduating with honors from Harvard, and coming from several more than successful internships with this company."&nbsp; <br><br>Madison tilted her head and evaluated him for a moment. <br><br>“I can’t help but wonder if the roles were reversed how you would treat me.”<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tempt to Hire (Lyria &amp; Mr_C)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>02-06-2006, 03:14:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;Mike nodded. "Fair enough, I suppose," he said. "And yeah, okay, if things were different, I might've treated you the same way, but the point is, I've already done all that stuff. I shouldn't have to go thru it again." He shrugged. "But it doesn't matter anyhow. Give me the file, and I'll get started on it, okay?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tempt to Hire (Lyria &amp; Mr_C)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyria</strong> on <strong>04-06-2006, 18:14:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Madison sighed and shook her head. "Shoulda coulda woulda...no, maybe you shouldn't have to do that stuff, but you accepted a job that you knew damn well would include those tasks, and I still need those done. You <em>are</em> my assistant whether you like it or not, and you agreed to be my assistant when you accepted the job."<br><br>Madison stood up and walked around the desk. She tossed him a file, and then opened her purse. She handed him a ticket. "I need my dry cleaning picked up in the morning as I'll have to be here early, and in the afternoon I need for you to take my car in to have the oil changed. As my assistant these things are your responsibility. That file there, is a great opportunity for you to start to work your way out of being my assistant...but I am under no obligation to give you those opportunities. You've earned it though...and you'll have to earn the next one as well. Good night, Mike. Please shut the door on your way out. You have two days to complete the project, and your other duties will not be neglected in the mean time."<br>&nbsp; <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tempt to Hire (Lyria &amp; Mr_C)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>04-06-2006, 21:22:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;Mike sighed. He hated having to run Madison's errands for her, but if it meant a chance to get back to doing what he liked, he could handle it. "Fine," he said. "I'll get your stuff done." Opening the folder, Mike began flipping thru it. "Is there anything I need to know before I get started on this?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tempt to Hire (Lyria &amp; Mr_C)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyria</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 05:49:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“No, it’s a standard brokered acquisition. Should be cake.” &nbsp;She paused and looked at him, losing much of her cool exterior. Something about her face became much more sincere and concerned. <br><br>“Mr. Dryer and those in his office can be quite temperamental. You might have to handle them with a delicate hand, swallow some of your pride and stroke some feathers. Can you do that?” Madison looked at him carefully, not in an accusatory way, but with genuine concern he might not be able to handle that part of the project if it came up. "I would do it if I were still handling it...it's not something I am asking that I wouldn't do..."<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tempt to Hire (Lyria &amp; Mr_C)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 16:52:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;Mike chuckled slightly. "Don't worry," he said. "I've been handling nervous VPs since you were still in pinafores. I'll soothe their anxieties." He rolled his eyes slightly, then looked at her, more serious. "I won't make you regret this Ms. Windsor."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tempt to Hire (Lyria &amp; Mr_C)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyria</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 18:31:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm not talking about nervousness...they are...egotistical. They like to feel important. You need to make them feel that way, kiss their ass. I imagine they are much like you must have been in your prior position." She smiled, her cool exterior coming back. <br><br>"I'll see you in the morning Mike." &nbsp;With that Madison put on her reading glasses and went back to the files on her desk. She would eat after he left, and he was clearly dismissed. <br><br>Over the next few days Madison kept her personal errands and requests to a minimum, giving Mike the time he needed to complete his projects along with his regular assistant duties. The deadline loomed close, and Madison never brought up the project, not wanting him to think she was checking up on him. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tempt to Hire (Lyria &amp; Mr_C)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>10-06-2006, 19:33:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;The morning the project was due, Mike knocked on Madison's door. "Ms Windsor," he said. "Do you have a minute? I just wanted to let you know that everything's done, if you wanted to check it out a bit first."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tempt to Hire (Lyria &amp; Mr_C)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyria</strong> on <strong>10-06-2006, 19:59:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Madison's voice floated to him through the door. "Come in, Mike." &nbsp;<br><br>When he entered he would see her sitting bent over the desk, her elbows on the surface, her hands rubbing her eyes. She looked very tired and stressed, and her shoulders were stiff with tension. "Go ahead and have a seat. I'm sure it's fine, I know your work, but I'll look it over briefly anyway."<br><br>With a deep breath she sat up, her hand going to her neck. "I don't suppose you know how to give a good neck rub do you? I've been bent over this desk for too many hours this week. Although some of these could go to you possibly...."<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tempt to Hire (Lyria &amp; Mr_C)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>10-06-2006, 20:03:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;Mike smiled slightly, and placed the project information on Madison's desk. Walking around behind her, he began to gently rub her neck, using both hands to cradle her head as his thumbs and fingers massaged her. Gradually, Mike moved his hands lower, working on Madison's shoulders as well. Standing this close, he could smell the faint scent of her perfume, as well as the gentle vanilla scent of her shampoo.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tempt to Hire (Lyria &amp; Mr_C)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyria</strong> on <strong>12-06-2006, 22:49:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Madison sighed contentedly and then winced lightly as he hit a particualrly tight spot where her shoulder and her neck met. She unbluttoned her high buttoned red blazer and slipped it off, reavealing she was wearing nothing underneath but a red camisole. Her skin was lightly tanned and perfectly clear. She leaned her head forward, her shoulder length blonde hair falling forward to reveal the back of her neck. <br><br>"I really appreciate this Mike, I know it's not in your job description...but I am just under so much pressure."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tempt to Hire (Lyria &amp; Mr_C)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>14-06-2006, 16:46:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;Mike cleared his throat slightly when Madison leaned forward. For just an instant, the thought crossed his mind to lean down and kiss the back of her neck. <em>"Where the hell did THAT come from?"</em> Mike wondered. Aloud he said, "It's okay, I don't mind. Besides, making you feel better is sort of the point of my job, isn't it? Making your work life easier?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tempt to Hire (Lyria &amp; Mr_C)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyria</strong> on <strong>15-06-2006, 16:36:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Whatever you did with Mike, leave him there, I like you better." Her voice was light and teasing, much softer and more feminine that usual. <br><br>As he continued to rub her shoulders she sat up a straighter, adjusting her posture. One thin delicate strap slipped off of her shoulder, exposing not only it, but the top swell of the corresponding breast as sht fabric slipped down a little. Her voice was even softer and quieter. "Did you have any problems with the project? Would you like something more challenging this time?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tempt to Hire (Lyria &amp; Mr_C)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>15-06-2006, 17:00:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;Mike chuckled slightly at Madison's comment, continuing to rub her neck and back. "I'm glad you approve," he said, smiling a bit. When she sat up, his eyes naturally went to the exposed bit of flesh, and Mike felt himself growing hard inside his jeans. <em>"Don't go there ..."</em> he thought, mentally trying to focus on what Madison had said. "Huh? O, no, it was fine," Mike said. "And yeah, I like a challenge."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tempt to Hire (Lyria &amp; Mr_C)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyria</strong> on <strong>18-06-2006, 18:32:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Madison smirked softly, her eyes closing as his hands continued to play on her skin. Her voice was light as she continued to speak again, but there was a bit of a dare in her voice. <br><br>"The biggest challenge I can think of I'm not sure you're ready to undertake, and the rewards would not include public recognition...but I guess can find a good project for you." &nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tempt to Hire (Lyria &amp; Mr_C)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>18-06-2006, 20:01:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;"O I'm ready for anything you can dish out," Mike said, meeting the challenge in Madison's voice with one of his own. "Just tell me what you've got; I can handle it, I promise." Unconsciously, Mike's hands had tightened their grip on Madison's neck slightly, and he began massaging a bit harder.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tempt to Hire (Lyria &amp; Mr_C)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyria</strong> on <strong>22-06-2006, 14:22:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Madison moaned slightly as he increased the pressure. She didn’t try to hide it, but let it slip from her lips out into her office. “What I need done Mike…it’s…well it’s a personal task, and I know how you feel about those.” <br><br>She sat up, pulling her shoulders from his grasp and swiveling her chair around to face him. She had to pull one leg up as he was so close to the chair, and she set it down again on the other side of him. The insides of her lower legs and her knees touched the outsides of his legs. <br><br>Madison looked up at him and licked her lips before speaking in a low voice, seeming oblivious to the fact he could see right down her camisole, and see her hardened nipples poking out against the silky fabric.&nbsp; “But if you would do as I ask…it would make things so much more relaxed around here. I would be so much less tense…are you sure you’re up for it?”<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tempt to Hire (Lyria &amp; Mr_C)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>22-06-2006, 17:29:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;Mike tilted his head slightly and gulped. <em>"Does she know I can see her?"</em> he wondered, tensing slightly as he felt Madison's legs press against his. "Um ... well ... what do you need?" Mike asked. "I mean ... it uh ... it depends on what it is, I guess."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tempt to Hire (Lyria &amp; Mr_C)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyria</strong> on <strong>23-06-2006, 01:58:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Madison watched the way he tensed...that was actually a good sign. It meant that he was attracted to her. If he wasn't, he wouldn't be nearly so affected. She smiled very softly and looked up and him, leaning back in her chair. Her voice took on a light and casual tone, but the look in her blue eyes was much darker. "A massage...that's all...it would just be so much easier than ordering someone in. You are right here and all, and I trust you, and you have very very nice hands."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tempt to Hire (Lyria &amp; Mr_C)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>23-06-2006, 18:12:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;"O, okay," Mike said, relaxing slightly, tho' the pressure of Madison's legs on his was still very much on his mind. "Sure, I can do that. Did you want me to continue with you neck now, or wait 'til later?" He glanced at his watch, wondering when she'd take the work he'd done on up to the main office. "I don't mind either way," Mike continued. "If you want to wait, I can stay late today if you need me."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tempt to Hire (Lyria &amp; Mr_C)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyria</strong> on <strong>23-06-2006, 22:07:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike had already placed the project information on Madison's desk, but she made no move to retrieve it with him in the room. She stayed where she was. <br><br>"Well, why don't you stay late then if you really don't mind. Then we won't have to worry about being bothered. I'll have a good project for you to take afterwards as well. Thank you, Mike. It's nice we can be a team."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tempt to Hire (Lyria &amp; Mr_C)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>24-06-2006, 16:54:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;"Yeah sure," Mike said, still unable to move due to Madison's legs keeping him trapped. He laughed hollowly. "It's not like I've got anything else to get home to," Mike muttered quietly to himself, unaware that he'd spoken loud enough for Madison to hear, if she chose to.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tempt to Hire (Lyria &amp; Mr_C)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyria</strong> on <strong>25-06-2006, 17:15:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Madison had heard what he said...and to her surprise she didn't take any satisfaction from it. Maybe because she didn't have anything else to go home either, and knew that wasn't the most pleasant of thoughts. She moved her chair back towards the desk, giving him more room, and moved her legs back as well. <br><br>"I'll see you at 5:00 then. And I'll look over the report before then, though I am sure it's fine." &nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tempt to Hire (Lyria &amp; Mr_C)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>26-06-2006, 16:15:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;Mike nodded. "At Five then," he said, stepping back and returning to his desk. Mike spent the rest of the day performing the more normal of his job tasks, doing his best to keep his "In" basket as empty as he could. At 4:30, Mike placed a call, and at 5:PM exactly, he walked into Madison's office, carrying a bag of Chinese food which had just been delivered.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;"Since I messed up the other nite," Mike said, approaching Madison's desk carefully, "I thought maybe you'd want something to eat tonite? That way you can eat while I'm rubbing your neck and all. Sound good?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tempt to Hire (Lyria &amp; Mr_C)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyria</strong> on <strong>29-06-2006, 14:32:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Madison left him alone most of the day, bothering him only when necessary. When five o'clock rolled around and Mike entered the office, he would notice her large desk was almost completely clear of items. When he held up the offering of the Chinese food she looked genuinely shocked for a change, but recovered quickly. She smiled neutrally. <br><br>"Mike...thank you for the food that was very...proactive of you."<br><br>She accepted it and set it on the shorter section of her L shaped desk, and then turned to him again. <br><br>"And I didn't say I wanted you to rub my neck, I said I wanted a 'massage'."<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tempt to Hire (Lyria &amp; Mr_C)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>29-06-2006, 16:28:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;"Neck, back, whatever." Mike shrugged. "Anyway, just tell me which way you want to do this: Eat while I do it, or eat first, then do it?"
			</dd>
		</dl>
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