It was still dark outside as Tyson Corley rushed out the door of his luxury penthouse condo to embark on his commute to work. He caught an Uber easily at this hour and directed the driver north to the law offices of Wainright, Corley and Mann. No one else was ever there this early. One would think that nepotism would count for something toward Tyson’s goal to make partner, but his father had never been big on tradition. If anything, Tyson had to work twice as hard as the other associate attorneys in order to be acknowledged. He was good, he knew he was, but his father didn’t want anyone thinking that Tyson had ridden his coattails to gain success. He wanted his son to be known for his winning record, his work ethic, his moral convictions, and his dedication to his clients.
When he arrived at his building, he paid the driver, giving him a generous tip, and proceeded through the lobby and up the escalator. Arriving at his destination, he fumbled for his keys, but when he went to unlock the door he found that it was unlocked. “What the hell?” he thought to himself. He cautiously let himself in. He surveyed his surroundings and saw that there was a light on in his office. He stood still and observed for a moment. It wasn’t long before he saw a woman, a very attractive woman, come into view. She seemed to be looking through his files. He wondered what she was looking for.
He crept closer, and when he reached his open office door he asked in a nonchalant manner, “May I help you?”
She whirled around, dropping a case file from one hand and a cup of coffee from the other and screamed. “Mr. Corley! I’m so sorry!” she said as she bent to pick up the papers, now soaked in a puddle of coffee. He couldn’t help but admire her generous cleavage from this angle.
“God damn it,” he growled, “who the hell are you, and why are you in my office?”
She stopped what she was doing, stood up, and put out her hand. “I’m Giselle, your new paralegal. Didn’t Jim tell you?” she purred.
Jim? he thought incredulously. No one called his father by that name but his oldest friends.
“No,” he said coldly, “JIM didn’t mention it.” They stood there staring at one another. He walked to his desk without taking her hand. This was going to be a long, but interesting, day.
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“Giselle!” Tyson yelled. He had been looking for the woman for a good five minutes before spotting her on the bookcase ladder.
She turned her head slowly to make eye contact. “Yes, Mr. Corley?” She didn’t move otherwise and from where he was standing, he could see straight up her very short, very tight skirt. He drew a breath in as he realized she wasn’t wearing any panties. Her legs were tan and shapely, and that skirt hugged her ass and tiny waist like a second skin. He felt himself beginning to grow hard.
Jesus, get a grip! he thought to himself. “Have you done something with the Engler file?” he asked her. “I can’t find it anywhere.”
She slowly backed down the ladder, not an easy task in four-inch heels. Upon reaching the floor she turned to face him. She stood a bit closer to him than she needed to and touched his arm. “Come with me. I’ll show you.” Taking his hand, she led him through the maze of cubicles where the other paralegals sat.