The Younger Woman

I was assigned to work for a man, a deal maker, a solution man. My job was to take care of reporting, the stuff he never did. He was undisciplined, 50 years old. One day he twisted my head by the neck. Until I begged him to stop. He made his point.

I saw him one day, he was washing out a cloth with blood. He looked at me. I never spoke of it. He took me, sexually. I submitted.

Over the next years I was with him when deals needed to be closed, when actions needed to be taken. I sat beside him, feeding him papers he needed. I slept with him. A young girl came to work at the company. He has her transferred to him. I grew jealous of her and his attention.

I no longer slept with him, my time for him was over. He had her now.

I did his reporting, passed him information he needed. She slept with him.