Chapter 7

A week after the incident, we all got word that our ‘beloved’ boss was finally fired from the company. He looked shocked when Dominik's personal assistant, Valencia, coldly handed him the letter of dismissal. Then she asked my former boss to immediately pack up and leave the room. To prevent him from being suspicious of us, we all agreed to put on our sad faces when we let my ex-boss leave our office, making him feel sorry for exploiting his ex-subordinate's labor.

He apologized over and over again for all his mistakes, and he was touched because we still cared about him. Whereas everything we do were just acting; in our hearts, we were screaming with joy because finally, the source of our number one problem had disappeared from this office.

After confirming he actually left his office (even Patricia booked a taxi online and paid his fare, which was met with disgusting cries from my former boss), we returned to our room and screamed with joy while jumping up and down and dancing like crazy.

"Finally, WE ARE FREE! Woohoo !" said Norman, grabbing Shelly's hand and dancing along with the others.

"It's not in vain for you to gather evidence to get rid of that bastard." said Anna, one of my colleagues, giving Norman a thumbs up, to which one winked back.

"And, thanks also to Leah who is willing to represent us all to submit the evidence to our CEO." Patricia said, rolling up the paper on her desk as if she were speaking in front of the mic. "If it weren't for Leah, it would be a museum display that would never arrive. Forgive us for being cowards, Leah Mitchell."

They all bent their bodies towards me, making me feel bad that I didn't feel like I had done anything big. If I could appoint people to thank for, of course, I would thank Norman, who worked so hard to assemble all the evidence that managed to kick our bastard former boss out of our office.

"So, the next question is who will replace his position?" asked Shelly, throwing the little party we had just now gone silent. We looked at each other with confused faces.

"Well, I hope the replacement won't be as annoying as our former boss." I said, trying to break the silence in our room.

What I said earlier made them all nod their heads and the atmosphere returned to normal. Taking a sigh of relief, I returned to my desk and picked up my smartphone. There is a message from Dominik. I quickly opened the message and saw the contents of the message he sent.

I've taken care of it. Soon I will announce your replacement boss. Just wait

I read the message he sent and replied to it immediately.

Too long. How come you take care of it for a week?

After pressing the send button, I put my smartphone back in my coat pocket and went back to working on the rest of the documents that I had not finished yesterday. I then glanced at my colleagues, who were also the same as me, who were busy with their tasks. My smartphone vibrated again. I took it and read the message from my dog.

The important thing is the problem is solved. Instead of that, do you have time next Saturday?

I rolled my eyes and immediately returned the message.

Yes, I have. Want to go to the same place as last week? Or any other place?

I pressed the send button and waited for the answer. Not long after, he sent his reply.

Just another place. I have something to show you. I will tell you the details later.

As soon as I read the reply, I put my smartphone back into my coat pocket and refocused on my work. I decided not to think about the contents of the message earlier and take it as a wind.

Without realizing it I worked on all the documents until office hours ended. I just realized that the day has turned to a night when my colleagues one by one ask permission to go home first. Including Shelly and Norman, who asked me to leave early because they wanted to eat dinner at the restaurant Norman had booked for their date.

Now I'm alone in the office. I stretched my muscles, which felt stiff from sitting on the chair all day. I turn off my computer screen and tidy up the document files that I have finished all of them on a special blue box to accommodate the documents that I have finished. As I took my bag and prepared to leave my room, someone knocked on the door of the room. I almost jumped in surprise, but my expression turned to annoyance when I found out who knocked on the door earlier.

"It was you. What are you doing?" I asked, approaching him who was still standing at the door.

"I want to ask you to go home together." he replied, playing with the car keys in his hand at this time. "Also invite you for dinner. Do you want to go or not?"

I glared at him and immediately kicked him in the groin. "Where are your manners? I just let you off for a while and now you lost your manners to me."

His face grimaced in pain from my kick that was right on target. "Sorry, Master."

"Good. I happen to have something to talk about. You will pick the place." I said, turning off the lights in the room where I worked and closing the door. Then I walked ahead of him, ignoring him who was still standing behind me. He quickly caught up with me and now we both walked parallel to reach the office corridor.

Arriving in the corridor, I continued my steps. The corridor of our office is starting to look dark, with Dominik and I alone at the moment. I, who is used to overtime, am not bothered by the atmosphere of the corridor at night, but not with him. He seemed restless the whole way we headed to the exit. Many times, his hand gripped mine tightly as if worried that I might disappear like a ghost.

"Boo!" I said, taking his by surprise and releasing his grip. I just laughed at his reaction earlier and pinched his right cheek.

"Don't surprise me! I'm really scared." he said, once he managed to get hold of his shock.

"But you seemed okay when you asked to go home earlier."

"That's different. It's not as dark as in here."

"Are you afraid of the dark?" I asked, followed by a nod of his head. Once I knew his answer earlier, I decided to cancel my plan to scare him. It didn't feel right to use his fear to prank him, so I just stroked his head and held his hand tightly.

"Okay, hold my hand until we get out of here." I said, offering my hand to him. He nodded his head and we held hands until we exited his office building. He seemed relieved as soon as we made it out of his office.

"It's like walking into a haunted house. Should I just ask someone to put up a light in the corridor?"

"Don't tell me you haven't been home this late before?"

He shook his head. "No. This is the first time I'm out of the office at this time. Usually I'll be back before six in the afternoon."

"It must feel good to not have overtime work, huh?" I said, glancing around at me who looked quiet. There are only a few vehicles passing on the highway that is right in front of the office.

"Not really. If I still have work, I do it at home." he replied. His eyes looked at the street that looked deserted with a worried face. "You usually come home at this time?"

“Nah. Most of the time it's 10 pm. If I’m lucky, I can go home with Shelly and Norman at 7 pm." I replied, taking my smartphone that was in my coat pocket to check the clock, which was now 8:47 pm.

"Wait here okay?" he said, immediately running away from me without asking for my approval. Clicking my tongue, I played Candy Crush on my phone with a super boring face.

"Why am I still playing games like this? And why am I still addicted to it?"

Not long after, Dominik returned with his car in front of me. I then stopped the game I was playing earlier and put it back in my coat pocket. Then I got into the car and closed the car door.

"Let me help you install it." he said, offering to put on my seat belt, which I flatly refused. He looked disappointed at my refusal and waited for me to fasten my seat belt myself. After I finished fastening my seat belt, then he returned to running the car away from the office.

On the road, we had no intention of opening a conversation. He looks busy staring at the road in front of us right now, while my eyes are fixed on a car freshener shaped like a red Japanese kokeshi doll hanging on the windshield.

"So cute." I said, spinning the car freshener. The aroma that was released from the air freshener was so sweet, it made me stare at the guy beside me with a smile.

"Why?" he asks, without turning the slightest glance at me. His eyes were still busy staring at the road that was getting jammed by the rows of cars that had been waiting longer than us. He was forced to stop the car, cursing the traffic jam which seemed to take up to an hour to return to normal.

"Nothing. It's perfect." I said. I brought my hand to his left thigh, stroking it slowly. He looked surprised by the sudden movement of my hand but made no attempt to prevent me from doing that.

Sensing it as a green light, I slowly directed my hand farther away until it reached his cock which began to tense up because of the movement of my hand earlier. I then stroked his cock from outside his pants, making him let out a moaning sound that sounded so sexy in my ear.

"Master ..." he said between his moans, making me unable to take it anymore to immediately kiss his lips. He didn't refuse my kiss at all, and we kissed for a few moments before I finally let my kiss from him.

"Want it now? Or wait until the traffic is over?" I asked, starting to unzip his pants.

"If possible, it's fine right now. Master is free to ask me to do anything."

"Hm ..." I seemed to be rocking his offer that sounded tantalizing, and an idea occurred to me.

"Try to masturbate in front of me. I will record it with my phone." I said, taking my smartphone from my coat pocket and getting ready to record. He didn't seem to agree with my idea; his face looked a little reluctant to do so. The look in his eyes seemed to beg me to cancel my request earlier, which of course I refused.

"You said I could ask for anything?" I asked, pinching his hardened nipples with my left hand, while my right hand was still holding my smartphone.

"But why does it have to be recorded? What if Master uploads it to the internet later?" he asked with a worried face.

"Hmm, you are right. If I upload it to the internet, it could be bad later."

"So, don't record it? Please." he asked with a pitiful face.

"Calm down. I won't spread it to the internet. If it spreads on the internet, I might lose my job later."

"But, Master…" he said before I covered his lips with my index finger.

"Don’t worry. You can keep my word."

Finally, he reluctantly agreed to do it. I turned on the start button and waited for what he would do next. With some hesitation, he opened his pants so that they fell to his knees, exposing his dark blue underwear.

"Master… Should I also have to take off my underwear?"

I nodded my head while asking him to take off his underwear too. He bit his lip, looking hesitant to take off his underwear. Then, with a heavy heart, he finally took off his underwear, and now he saw that his cock was starting to stand upright as if it had been freed from his "confinement" earlier.

His hand then moved towards his cock and began to move his hand up and down. Slowly, he began to dissolve with his masturbation. His face, which had looked worried and scared, now seemed to be enjoying every move he made earlier, while occasionally making a moaning sound.

I tried to refrain from being tempted by the sound of his moans earlier and returned to focus on recording. I could feel my wet pussy seeing him masturbate like now.

"Leah ... Hng ..." he moaned, still moving his hands. Every now and then he moved his sexy hips while still saying my name over and over again. To me, at this time he looks so sexy and seductive. I repeatedly bit my lip, trying to stop myself from attacking him this time.

Then, I saw his body start to shake while still moaning. Looks like he was about to reach his orgasm soon, I thought. I quickly picked up an empty medium sized bottle, which I had secretly kept in my bag, and threw it at Dominik.

"Put it inside." I ordered in a whisper so that my voice was not recorded. He agreed to my command and immediately opened the cap of the bottle, then pointed the funnel of the bottle at his cock. The bottle began to fill with his cum that came out so fast that it almost filled the bottle I gave earlier.

Once he finished extracting all of his cum, he closed the bottle and leaned back against the chair he had arranged back so that he could lie down, catching his breath. I immediately stopped my video recording, made sure that the video I had recorded was saved, and put my phone in my bag.

"Sorry to call Master's name without permission."

I stroked his head at his unnecessary apologies. "It's okay. How does it feel, masturbating while being recorded like that?"

"It wasn't as scary as I thought. In fact, I came out a lot more than usual." he replied, looking at me with a tired face. "What are you doing with this bottle?"

I took the bottle in his hand, shaking for a moment.

"How do you want me to do with that?" I asked him back, to which he replied by shrugging his shoulders.

"Fine then." I said, opening the cap of the bottle and gulping it down without a trace. "It feels good."

Seeing me drinking the contents of the bottle without hesitation left him dumbfounded for a moment before he smiled contentedly at me.

"Can I kiss Master right now?" he asked, asking my consent to kiss him. I shook my head, making his initially happy expression turn to disappointment.

"Don't think I forgot the time you slammed the door right in front of me last week." I said, squeezing the bottle that had been used to hold his cum and putting it in my bag.

"Sorry, Master. I should do that; otherwise, people will be suspicious of our relationship." he replied with his face down.

"Next time, tell me beforehand. Okay?" I said, stroking his head gently before I tugged at his hair.

"Once again you act without any discussion with me, I will ask you to masturbate at our office car park. You don't want to do that, do you?" I threatened, followed by shaking his head.

Satisfied with his response earlier, I let go of my hair. "The road is clear now. Go on."

He immediately pulled his chair back upright and prepared to put on his pants when my hand prevented him from doing so.

"Don't wear your pants until we get to our destination."

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