The Office Boy part 2

The next day Allie dressed in her full security uniform even though it wasn't technically required for the monitor room. She smiled to herself as she laced up the black steel toed boots and tied them. She stood and slid her black jacket over the gray button down shirt.

Allie walked across the room to the printer and scooped up a pile of papers from the tray. She leaned down and removed a disk from the tower and slipped it into a paper jacket before placing it into the wall safe with other important papers.

Thirty minute later Allie lounged in her chair in front of the security monitors. Brent was late again. Not surprising. Allie frowned as she wondered if he'd try calling in sick again. Of course if he did she could make it that much more interesting. Allie's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a key in the lock.

Brent shouldered his way through the door and dumped a book back on the floor. "Hey, Al." He said, then noticed her uniform. "Did I miss a meeting announcement or something, why didn't you call me?" Without waiting for an answer Brent started across the room for the kitchen area. "How come you didn't make coffee, are we out already?"

Allie kicked the other desk chair into Brent's path and straightened up in her own chair. "Sit, Brent." she said, an icy expression on her face.

Brent hesitated, "look, Al, I'm really sorry you got stuck on your own last night but I..."

Allie slammed the sheaf of papers down on his side of the desk. "Shut up and sit" she said, her voice gone low and deadly.

Brent slid into his chair and reached for the papers. His face went white and then red as he saw the chat logs and browser history files. "What the hell." He stammered, looking back up at her. "You had no right..."

Her gaze never left his face as she interrupted him. "You have been a bad boy." She said. She winced inwardly as the cliche grated on her ears but it had the desired effect.

Brent sat in his chair, speechless for once. The papers in his hand trembled.

"Yes, I have been in your laptop." She continued voice still low. "Godsgift, really, Brent. Well last night while you were in bed with your latest girl guess who was really fucked."

Brent made a move to answer but Allie cut him off again. "No, I'm not finished, and you do not have permission to speak. You see you have two choices, you can do exactly as you are told, as I tell you, or you can walk out of here now and not look back." She paused then went on, "well I suppose you have one more choice. You could complain to Roberts. However should you do that I have a copy of all of those pages in a safe place, and my own visit with Roberts will just be the start..."

Brent stared at her. “So what do you want, money? Is that what this is about?”

Allie laughed. “No, Brent, you are not going to get off that easily. I’m going to let you live out your little fantasy. If you stay here it will be as my servant. You can start by getting my coffee.”