“Good morning Sir.” Mitsu said as she turned and pushed her glasses up her nose a little, then clasped her hands behind her back and stepped away from the reading desk.
Derek nodded in her general direction and then took up the seat, picked up the coffee cup and sipped it a little before turning and picking up the packet of papers.
“This is the Johnson numbers?” he asked gruffly.
“Yes Sir, I worked on them last night and completed them as you ordered Sir.”
He flipped through a few of the pages, and as expected it was top notch work. Which was of course the only kind of work his company accepted from it’s staff.
He had a policy of hiring the brightest mind from the top business college each year, and it had paid off well in the past. Last year had been a little different though.
In previous years he’d hired the top male mind, never really thinking about it, but last year Mitsu had topped the list and he’d been… disappointed? That wasn’t really the right way to express what he felt, but it certainly wasn’t the excitement he had felt the years before and he’d had to do a lot of introspection to figure out why.
In the end he had come to two conclusions. The first was that he was hiring Mitsu, her academics spoke for themselves. The second was that he was a misogynist.
That second conclusion had surprised him, he’d never considered himself one in the past, he’d often donated to money to feminist causes, his wife was a staunch feminist, and he’d outwardly supported the women that worked in his company.
But somewhere deep down, Mitsu had forced him to look at a dark corner of his own mind and shine a light on the truth.
The good news was that the two conclusions were not mutually exclusive. He did hire Mitsu, as his personal assistant, after a few weeks at an out of country “spa” that he was passingly acquainted with. When she returned she eagerly took up her new role.
Derek pushed his chair back a little and spread he legs as he continued to read the papers. Mitsu picked up on the movement instantly and wiggled her ass over and knelt down between his legs, her fingers expertly undoing his pants and fishing is dick out.
After reading a few more pages she got the best of him and he put the papers down and watched her head bob and her ass wiggle until she managed to such every last drop of cum from him.
She quickly cleaned him up and put his dick away, then cleaned up herself before returning to previous position a little behind and to the side, her hands once more clasped behind her back.
Derek stood up and picked up the papers, then walked towards his desk.
“The numbers look good Mitsu, you’re approved to proceed.”
“Thank you Sir.” she replied respectfully as he sat down and unlocked his computer and Mitsu walked towards the door to take up her position at the desk just outside.
Derek opened up the top e-mail in his inbox and raised an eyebrow, “Is this what I think it is?”
Mitsu stopped and turned back to him, “Yes Sir, this years candidate list for the new hires.”
He smiled and scanned down the list, “I see you highlighted several names…”
“Yes Sir, I had several classes with Debbie and she would make an excellent assistant to David, but any of the highlight girls would be a valued addition to the company.”
Derek nodded and Mitsu turned and left, this year the top candidate was a man once more, but Derek had decided that you could never have enough good people, so why not hire the top male and female candidates?
And besides, that way he could tout one more way he was supporting the feminist cause.
A smile crossed his lips as he pulled up the attached photo of the striking blonde named Debbie and he fully agreed she’d make an excellent assistant to David. The man was a wizard with the numbers, but had a weakness for blondes that had nearly gotten him fired twice, let alone divorced three times.
Derek started a new message and attached Debbie’s details, sending them to the spa to start the preparation for her arrival. He’d certainly have to conduct an “interview” with her when she returned, but he was sure she’d pass with flying colours.
