Today he's back at work, so no more feminizing, no more suits and ties like before, but sex is still locked down. Mid-morning I go to the company headquarters, and when I arrive I go straight to my office; his is right next to mine. Being curious, I listen at the connecting door between our offices. Neither he nor the accountant he was sleeping with before the holidays saw me arrive. I strain my ears and hear raised voices. What the hell is going on? So because of this, we can't do anything anymore. That's when I choose to abruptly open the connecting door. They both freeze as I enter. Paul goes pale, looks at me, and says, "I swear I had nothing to do with this." “I know,” I replied. “Madam, you can go home and button up your blouse. You’re a slut with a nasty habit of sleeping with other men’s husbands, and this one just so happens to be mine. So he may be the director, but he can’t do anything for you, because I’m the main shareholder of the company, I’m the chairwoman of the board, and I’m the one with the money. So, first of all, you’re going back to your office to collect your belongings and leave the company premises immediately. Your dismissal for gross misconduct will be notified to you by registered mail. Your notice period will be paid, so you are not required to work it. I’ve informed security, who are waiting for you in the hallway; they will escort you to the exit. Oh, I almost forgot, this is yours,” I said, throwing the panties she had placed on Paul’s desk at her. The girl was furious and stormed out, slamming the door behind her. I went back to my office and five minutes later my phone rang; it was security telling me she'd left. I went back to see Paul. "Well, I'm going home. I'm warning you, if I find out you're going to stray, you'll b ...

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