"Bugger, bugger, bugger, bollocks!" Just turned nineteen, Louise Craven sat back in her seat in the tall office building on Fenchurch Street and swore under her breath. She looked at the message on her PC again and again. "Report to Mrs. Wintergreen's office at eleven precisely." Trevor looked over her shoulder and burst out laughing. He summoned Rachel and Billy to join in the fun. "What's so bloody funny?" "Guys. Louise...

Now she was in her third month as a fully employed secretary, Louise Craven could have kicked herself for finding herself being summoned before Mrs. Wintergreen once more. The young secretary had passed her annual probation despite one or two hiccups along the way. The Head of the Department had seen fit to 'chastise' the nineteen-year-old in her unique way. When the strict HoD had been sufficiently satisfied that Louise...

Marian Wintergreen looked at her reflection in the full-length mirror and smiled to herself. Her black and white dress had a flattering V-neck design that emphasised her jutting breasts, and the front wrap detailing added allure to her elegant appeal. At forty years of age, she was particularly proud of her smooth and long legs that gave her five-ten stature even more distinction. She rubbed her thighs together and sighed...

London. Summer, 2023. The wall clock read 4.45. Marian smiled to herself as she sat up in her plush chair. The sun had dipped in the sky and the light in her executive office became muted. Shadows played out on the walls as the dwindling rays found the gaps in the Venetian blinds over the one large window. There was not much else she liked more than the close of play at the office. It would be an hour-long ride on the tra...

Jeremy Bates stood straight-backed and imperious as he inhaled through flared nostrils and contemplated his lot. All of six-three, with baby blue eyes and well-groomed hair, he always had an air of faux superiority about him. Well, normally. But, here he was now, butt naked and with his hands firmly cuffed behind his back. "Marian." "Jeremy." She smiled as her gaze lowered to his groin, brazenly bared for her to leer at....

Mrs. Marian Wintergreen tottered into the bedroom of her home in Ipswich in ridiculously high-heeled boots and shivered. Although the weather had been unseasonably warm, the tall female felt no warmth. This also may have been because apart from her thigh-length boots, the slender forty-something was in the buff. "Oh my, it's rather chilly in here, is it not, darling?" Marian sat back in the only chair in the room and sigh...

Caroline Portman stood up when Jeremy Bates entered her office on the thirtieth floor of Number Twenty Fenchurch Street. Occupying a prominent site in the heart of the City of London, it is a landmark building that stands apart from the crowd of the City of London. "There you are," she said in a girlish voice. "I was getting worried." Jeremy rolled his eyes and spread his hands. "I had to escape Wintergreen. She's been ho...

"Very well, Caroline. I shall help out in any way and EVERY way I can." Marian Wintergreen and Caroline Portman had become fairly good friends during the year, despite a frosty start to their work environment. Mrs. Wintergreen had done well for herself in the company and did not welcome the ambitious younger woman chasing her tail for promotion. The forty-one-year-old had matured into a determined and confidant woman who...

It was a sultry Saturday night in late August and Mrs. Wintergreen struggled to sleep. She was on top of the sheets in the buff as she tossed and turned in a futile attempt to drop off. The forty-one-year-old and her older husband by twenty years slept in separate bedrooms these days which they both found perfectly satisfactory. A gentle breeze fluttered through the curtains at the open window and for an instant, her eyes...

The spell of hot weather in September 2023 followed a miserable summer in England. With one of the wettest Julys on record, the country had seen the following month bring a mixed bag of sunshine and rain. Now, the heat and nighttime humidity made sleep impossible for most. So when James Wilkins returned to Gainsborough Lodge for the second time in weeks, he was heard breaking in at one a.m. by an alert Harold Wintergreen....

Mrs. Wintergreen was all too aware of the real threat of industrial or corporate espionage. Corporate espionage is probably not what you think of when you hear the word 'spy.' It's usually not glamorous or physically dangerous. Sometimes, it's as simple as a man, or woman sitting in front of a computer with a mobile phone, sending screenshots to his or her employer's competitors. Corporate espionage is the act of stealing...

Mrs. Wintergreen looked very much like the contemporary businesswoman with her black leather briefcase, smartly tailored navy blue jacket and skirt, and black stockings. At first glance, the tall and slim brunette had an almost severe look about her. But on closer inspection, the quite attractive forty-one-year-old had a certain twinkle in her eye. She took being in charge of a large number of staff at her productive corp...

To the authentically English backdrop of drizzle, Mrs. Wintergreen welcomed her guests from across the pond to her humble abode. Together with her older husband, the childless couple lived in a fairly well-to-do neighbourhood in Ipswich. Nothing to compare with Mrs. Harriet's Long Island mansion, but the house boasted four bedrooms, two reception rooms, a spacious kitchen/breakfast room, two bathrooms, and a gated drivewa...

"Ah, Marian. I'd like you to meet my daughter. This is Karen. She's going to be practicing her executive skills with the company for an indefinite period." Jeremy Bates had dropped by the office of Mrs. Wintergreen on a slow afternoon, with a beautiful strawberry blonde on his arm. The twenty-something-year-old had her luscious hair flowing down the back of her shoulder less dress, which was far too short for the older wo...

London, 2013. The traditional Swiss and European-type finishing schools of yesteryear had long provided young ladies with an irreproachable foundation in all aspects of social etiquette, entertainment, and lifestyle appreciation. As women transitioned from the dining room to the board room, most of the traditional feminine institutions closed, leaving both women and men to learn 'it' on their own. Minding Manners was the...

USA, 2024. Accepting the change of scenery, not to mention different countries, Marian Wintergreen was happy to attend a week of meetings at the US offices of her company in Manhattan. The American arm had benefited from a new wave of success following the global pandemic, and Mrs. Wintergreen had been invited to learn how to transfer the blueprint of their positive results and sales to the UK. Eager to make an impression...

Marian Wintergreen looked assured and positive in her two-piece Houndstooth short jacket and body con short skirt. The two-button top had little effect in hiding her braless bosom, and the knee-length skirt rode up to display her black thigh-high stockings with the lace trim as she rested her backside on the edge of her desk. "Thank you, gentlemen. You may leave. But remain outside the door and let nobody enter. OR leave....