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Human Resources Part Two
Small World
You see, dear reader, this woman I stood before was none other than the infamous Maryanne X., whose sensuous pleasures I had experienced many times— and paid handsomely for — at a hush-hush kind of brothel miles and miles away from here in Minton. A place I’d get away to on occasion when I wasn’t working. A small town, but known for its nightlife. Apparently, that was completely accurate. What a nightlife it was!
“Sit down,” she said.
She was rather a Dom, so I naturally did what I was told, at least before I thought better of it — who was she bossing me around? I had the upper hand. I knew what she did when she wasn’t the Vice President of HR at Trek Tek.
“I’ll keep this short,” she said. “You know why you’re here.”
“Actually, I don’t,” I said coyly.
“Ollie!” she said. “Ollie Cox!”
The name somehow soothed me. It was like that first or second sip of wine after a long day.
“Who’s that?” I continued, perhaps pressing my luck.
She softened a bit, trying to be more diplomatic.
“You know who I’m talking about. Considering the circumstances you and I find ourselves in, I’m going to do you a favor and try to sweep this under the rug. I obviously don’t care who…
