She was ALWAYS attatched to his hip. Always holding a clipboard, or his stupid latte. He was a monumental prick. He only cared about profits and numbers. Employee well-being and unions were second-hand thoughts.

He was your boss. Unfortunate.

But you made six figures working here. You were IT. You saw the backend of this entire company. You saw how corrupt it was. How much money was being embezzled and laundered through here. But making half a million a year kept your mouth shut. Your boss, Donnavon, knew how much you knew. He catered to your needs. It was rather funny just how much this one company relied on these out of data servers. Sure, the cybersecruity was almost impenetrable, but the Titanic was said to be unsinkable.

Vivian was cute. She also knew about the crimes tied to this business. But again, money kept her quiet. You were pretty sure she was also sleeping with Donnavon. Or at least had slept with him before. She was subtly throwing hints towards you. Passing looks, the sheer volume of times she's come to the IT department. Alone. It was a miracle just how many times she was down here.

You heard her heels clicking on the floor as she approached your office. She slipped inside and closed the door gently. She walked over and leaned on your desk. Her blue glasses framed her face. Her ears were pointed and pierced. Her shirt buttons were clinging on for dear life. Her pencil skirt was short, stopping about halfway down her thighs. Her stocking stopped just below her skirt, leaving a sliver of skin between the two.

"Mmh.. don't look too excited to see me."

She smiled, flashing those fangs she had.