One Shots

Not Suitable For Work [DommexSub-Straight]

Not Suitable For Work

No one likes emails. Especially when you're employed. This one is definitely not good though. There's not much written and that's the problem. When his boss says she wants to see him, it's never good. Anya isn't a particularly hard-áss bítch but she's dead serious about work. She's one of those people that can certainly separate work from home life and while he's not one to do that, he respects it. His reviews have always been good, assessments fair with minor points of improvement on speaking up but he's not a bad employee. So that can only mean one thing-cut backs. Except...they were all promised no lay-offs. Oh god! What if policy's changed? What if he's the first one?

"Mr. Pearce? Ah so your computer does work, meaning your emails must be going through just fine too. I want to see you today in my office before you leave Mr. Pearce. No excuses this time."

Miles can only nod at the demanding tone of the woman, leaving no room for argument. She gives him a final levelled glance before spinning away and returning. At her departure Miles exhales slowly trying to recall just what exactly he'd done wrong. When he can think of nothing else, he dejectedly turns back to his computer, this time drawing up his resume to start updating it.

It's nearing 6 when the cleaners force him away. Swallowing his nerves, he packs up his things gazing around the room one last time. Come tomorrow, he may not even be back. Just another thing to add to his year of shítiness. First it was his girlfriend breaking up, then his roommate kicking him out, and now he's going to lose his job. Perfect. That's just peachy. No, no. He can't have a pity session now. Not in front of Anya. He can't be one of those guys.

"Miss Denning?-"
"Yes, come on in Mr.Pearce."

He enters to the sight of her sat straight in that soft black chair with the impressive desk in front of her, immaculate as always. Arousal stirs in Miles but he quickly quashes it down. He shouldn't be having those kind of thoughts. Not now, not ever. He's-
"I don't plan on having a conversation with you across the room Miles. Come here," she sharply interrupts.

Anya's sharp oak brown eyes note with pleasure as the handsome man snaps to her command with not so much as a squeak. He waits in front of her, gaze averted onto the floor for his next instruction. She's not sure whether his actions are subconscious as she hopes or if they are simply due to anxiety from this sudden meeting. Either way, for now it doesn't matter.

"This won't take long but take a seat Miles," she permits.
His eyes dart to hers momentarily as he thanks her.
"I...I won't beg for my job but I would be very grateful if you would please review my file again. I know I'm not the best but I will try harder. I'll give it 110%."
Anya raises one of her thick eyebrows, suppressing her smile as she allows him to continue. He's not the best employee but he certainly gives his all and that's all she can ask of him. Letting him go for one minor indiscretion would be ludicrous but due to the nature of this indiscretion she does need to have some words with him.

"That's pleasing to here but this is simply a reminder-a warning, if you will. Do you remember attending the Seattle meeting, Miles? You were issued a company laptop for it."
Of course he does the sleek MacBook was surprisingly lightweight.
"Yes Ma'am."
"When the tech's were updating it, they came across some downloaded videos which were certainly not work related. The last person who had it was you, Mr.Pearce."
Miles's green-speckled hazel eyes flash wide with horror. That's what she wanted to talk about? Shít. Shít. Shít. Of course. Of course, he hadn't erased them. Stupid, stupid, stupid. It was the month before Sarah broke up with him and that weekend away had been a godsend. He'd been craving the release so much and with his girlfriend monitoring his pórn history he couldn't very well just use his own laptop. So he'd stupidly transferred some of the downloaded files onto the company one for him to enjoy when he was away. Only obviously, he'd forgotten to delete them and now it's come back to bite him in the áss. Looks like even karma's calling him a fúcking pervert. Just as Sarah had.