It was a bright Monday morning as Tim nervously adjusted his tie before walking into the office. Clutching his briefcase, he approached the reception desk, where a pretty young blonde smiled up at him.

“Hi there, welcome to VSS Industries. You must be our new assistant, Timothy?” she asked in a bubbly voice.

Tim nodded, offered a handshake, and was quickly escorted down a glossy hallway toward the executive suite. At the end of the hall was the door to Vivian’s private office—CEO of the entire company, known for her beauty, brilliance… and her unusual methods of management.

When Tim stepped inside, he was instantly overwhelmed by her presence. Vivian stood tall in a sleek black pantsuit, heels clicking on the hardwood as she circled her massive desk. She studied him like prey, her tone cool and commanding.

“Welcome to VSS,” she said. “I have my own orientation process. If you’re going to serve me, I need to see what you’re made of.”

Tim’s voice caught in his throat. He wasn’t sure what she meant… but he was about to find out.

What followed wasn’t in the employee handbook. Vivian’s rules were absolute. Her methods? Unrelenting. And Tim? Well… Tim was about to become her favorite office accessory.

This job wasn’t about spreadsheets and scheduling — it was about obedience, pain, and pleasure served cold on a mahogany desk.