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A Hard Bargain

"Sloane." My boss made my name sound like a reprimand. I looked up from my desk, already dreading his next words. "I need you to work late this evening."

"Sir, I can't tonight," I protested.

"Sure you can." He placed a folder before me, tapping it with his fingertip for emphasis.

"But it's Friday!"

He paused in the middle of putting on his suit coat. "So?"

"So..." I tried to think of a convincing excuse. "I have a date, and I need to get ready." That wasn't exactly true, since the only date I had was with my couch and a pint of mint chocolate chip ice cream while I watched my favorite show.

My boss smirked. "Well, tell your 'date,'" he said, actually using air quotes, "that you'll need to reschedule."

Watching him stride toward the elevator, I felt as if my blood had begun to simmer just beneath my skin. At twenty-two, I worked full-time as a secretary for a large company. That's what the job title was back in those days, not anything fancy like "administrative professional." If one of the executives felt particularly cute, I might get called a "Girl Friday." I reported directly to the biggest asshole in the company, a man I'll call Mr. So-and-So. He demanded that I address him only as "Sir." At first, I'd agreed without hesitation. The job paid well for secretarial work, and I was willing to overlook Mr. So-and-So's nauseating ego. But the harder I tried to meet his requirements, the more he came to expect of me.

My duties included typing his ...

... reports and making his coffee, along with fetching his dry-cleaning and fielding calls from the women he'd bedded and then jilted. In short, anything he wanted. When I complained to my mother over the phone about Mr. So-and-So, she simply said, "Is he harassing you, Sloane? Has he squeezed your ass or anything like that?"

"Ew. No," I replied, wrinkling my nose.

"Well, alright then. Suck it up and keep collecting your paycheck. If you only knew what I had to put up with when I was your age!" Mom was on her second marriage, and at her new husband's urging, she'd recently quit her office job to be a housewife.

I now picked up the folder Mr. So-and-So had left for me. Once I'd opened it to examine the contents, I couldn't suppress a groan of dread. I'd be here all night! My anger only grew when the other secretaries filed past my desk on their way out the door. Most avoided looking at me, but a few cast sympathetic glances in my direction. Sonia was one of them. Just that morning, she'd joked about Mr. So-and-So's insistence on being called Sir. "That sounds kinky!"

"Are you trying to make me lose my breakfast, Sonia?" I said, rolling my eyes.

She only snickered. "He's certainly welcome to get kinky with me! That man is so gorgeous in those expensive suits he wears."

"Sonia, please don't."

"And imagine how sexy he isoutof his suit!" she went on. "I'd be happy to bend over his desk so he could give me a stern talking-to."

Of course, I knew most women found Mr. ...