Follow my Lead
A great boss can change everything!
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I always hated summer. It would’ve been nice spending those hot long days on the beach, next to the ocean, listening to the sound of waves crashing over the shore and feeling the breeze on your skin. Unfortunately, my summers were spent at the office in the middle of the big city, where on the way in and out I felt as if my skin was about to melt off. I hated coming into the office with my skin covered in sweat, I hated to sit all day and stare at my monitor while it seemed like everyone else was out enjoying their lives and the warmth of the summer. Was I jealous? Yes, of course, I was. But, surprisingly, this wasn’t the worst part of that summer working experience.
The company I worked for was in the middle of restructuring, whole departments were being laid off, put together, and separated again. All of this didn’t exactly help with the work itself, but what annoyed me the most was the new boss I now had. Her name was Beverly, she was about fifteen years older than me and from the first look I could see what kind of person she was - the one who did everything right and demanded the same from others, the one who would be demanding in the small things for no reason and absolutely insufferable to work with. That was the first impression I had of her and it proved to be the right one. Since she became the head of my department there wasn’t a day I didn’t get an email from her that said I made a mistake or that I could do something better than I already did. This was making me frustrated in a whole new way and I was already renewing my resume when something changed my mind and made me stay for a little longer.
“I need you to go through this data again and find a mistake,” Beverly said, putting a folder on my desk as soon as I sat behind it. I wondered how she could be so bright-eyed and active this early in the morning, my annoyance already lifting its head.
“There is no mistake. I went over it twice before submitting the report,” I said, trying to come across as calm and patient. Beverly didn’t look amused.
“I know there is, so you better find it. I won’t be wasting my time on something as mundane as this,” she said in a harsh tone, walking back to her office, her heels clicking on the floor. I groaned, fighting the desire to grab my keyboard and send it flying across the room. No, if this woman wanted me to double check I would do it, just so I could prove her wrong! The satisfaction of seeing her expression change once she’ll know I was right all along was worth it.
I killed all day checking and rechecking the data, even skipping lunch and devouring a sandwich behind my desk, but, in the end, I didn’t get the win I thought I would. Beverly was right, I did make a mistake. I was so angry at myself at that moment I was sure my face was bright red. I wanted to drop everything right that second, but I knew that this would only make things worse. Instead, I stayed late, fixing the rest of the report so I could show it to Beverly as soon as possible.
I didn’t realize that I stayed late enough for all my colleagues to leave until I finished. I swore silently, looking at the door of Beverly’s office. I could see that there was still light turned inside, so she must’ve stayed late too. Well, at least no one else would see my walk of shame to her office. I hated to admit my mistakes, but it had to be done. I sent her the report and walked to the door of her office, ready to face her and admit that she was right after all.
Once I got close enough I noticed that the door wasn’t fully closed and there was a crack in it. Trying to find my bravery, I looked through it, hoping that this would somehow help with my nervousness, but I was wrong. Terribly wrong.
Beverly was getting ready to go home, or so I assumed. There was no other explanation as to why she was unbuttoning her blouse and taking it off her shoulders. My breathing stopped, as I looked at her closely. Right now, without the black and white office wear, she looked softer somehow, more gentle. Her blond hair was out of the bun and falling down her shoulders instead. Her white lacy bra looked striking against her slightly tan skin, making me look at her breasts again. I wonder if they were just as full and perfectly round as her bra made them seem. I knew that I needed to get away, that it was wrong to keep standing there and watching like some creep, but I couldn’t help myself. It was the first time I saw Beverly as a woman and not just my strict boss and I wanted to see more.
The next thing to go was her black pants. She slid them down her long legs slowly, letting me see her tiny white panties and a flowery tattoo on her upper thigh. I couldn’t even imagine that she would have some ink on her, this little detail made me think that there was some rebellious side to Beverly after all. She stood straight, letting me take another good look at her toned, nearly perfect body. Despite myself, I felt my skin turning hot and my breathing slowing. No, I couldn’t be attracted to my boss! I knew what kind of person she was! But I also couldn’t deny that she looked attractive, that I wanted to put my hands on her and feel the warmth of her skin. I got so deep into the fantasy, I didn’t notice that I leaned back too far, my body falling against the door, creating a noise.
“Who is there?” Beverly asked, but I barely heard her – I was already running back to my table, feeling my cheeks burning and my heart pounding. What will she do to me? What will she say once she’ll know I was watching her like some pervert?
I tried to be as quick as possible – turn everything off, put my stuff into the bag, and look around to see if everything was in place. But I was too late.
“Alice,” I heard Beverly’s voice. She walked out of her office, wearing linen pants and a dark-green shirt that complimented her eyes. This wasn’t exactly a relaxed outfit, but she looked much more human than when she was wearing her work clothes. “I thought you went home already.”
“I was going to,” I said with a nervous smile. “I was finishing the report. You were right, actually, I did make a mistake.”
For the first time since I started working with her, Beverly smiled.
“I told you so, didn’t I?” she lifted her hand and I watched it move. Beverly put it on my shoulder, making me feel warm, but I almost jumped when her palm moved over my body, to the back of my neck. She kept looking me in the eyes, while I felt Beverly’s nails scrape over my skin, making me shiver. For a moment I believed that she would kiss me. She looked at my face with such intensity, there was no other possible explanation as to why. And, what was the worst part of it, I would’ve let her. “Keep up the good work, Alice. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
She pulled her hand away and walked to the elevator, leaving me behind, confused and unsatisfied. What was that? Did I imagine all of this intensity between us? And if not… what was Beverly’s plan?
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