"Okay, you may come here," I say to Shiela on the phone.
In a few minutes, I hear her car arrive. Moments later, the doorbell rings. I open the front door and invite Sheila in. She is dressed in her usual opaque white laboratory coat, her silvery-blond hair tied in a ponytail.
I lead her to the study on the second floor. She follows at a discrete distance and closes the door when we enter. I turn the monitor on the desk towards her and ask, "What really is the problem?"
"Well," she says cautiously. "Is this room private?"
"Sure," I answer. "I even had it sound-proofed."
"Okay," she continues. "your proposal to optimize the system was accepted!"
"Really?" I said, somewhat surprised. "That's great! I thought there was a problem."
"and... they're opening a new division... and they have promoted me to head that division..."
"Good for you!" I say, shaking her hand.
"and... I requested that you head one of the departments under me... please say yes," she says, kissing me on the lips.
I am surprised and excited at the same time. Shiela was such a bitch when giving orders. Her tall, supermodel figure was always the envy of other female workers at the office. Her kiss made my cock slightly harden. "Yes." I say without thinking.
"Then, we'll celebrate," she says. "Your little tweaks on the system actually made me look good to the higher-ups. So I owe most of it to you."
"So where's the 3D object you said you would show me?" I ask, recalling our phone conversation.
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