Emily in control – Chapter 1

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* Emily *

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I’ve always been a woman who takes what she wants. As a senior executive at the MindFooz Ad agency, that means bending others to my will through sheer force of personality — or a well-timed threat when needed. But off the clock, my desires run far deeper, more carnal and unapologetic. I don’t play games when it comes to sex. I want it raw, unfiltered, and delivered with the same sharp precision I demand from my employees.

My career at MindFooz has been a steady climb up the corporate ladder. I’ve always prioritized my professional goals, pushing myself and those around me to meet deadlines and achieve our objectives. It’s this unwavering focus that has earned me the respect of my colleagues, both in and out of the office.

As I sit at my desk, sipping my morning coffee, I begin to review the upcoming project with the electric carmaker. We need a campaign that captivates consumers and drives sales — no pun intended. My team will be discussing ideas today, and I expect nothing but excellence from each member.

Just as I start to organize my thoughts, I notice a young intern typing away at her desk. Mei, I think her name is. Her fingers move deftly across the keyboard, and she seems engrossed in whatever task has been assigned to her. I find myself intrigued by her dedication; it’s refreshing to see someone so eager to please.

Throughout the day, I make an effort to casually observe Mei’s interactions with my team. She asks questions when unsure, listens intently to their responses, and occasionally offers suggestions — always respectfully, without seeming timid or hesitant. The other employees seem to tolerate her presence, though they don’t engage in much conversation with her; that doesn’t surprise me, given the typical office dynamics.

As we gather for our meeting to discuss the new campaign, I take my seat at the head of the conference table and survey the room. My team looks focused, determined to produce something truly exceptional for our client. And then there’s Mei — seated near the end of the table, notebook open on her lap, pen poised over the page.

As we begin discussing ideas, I listen closely to each member’s input, taking note of their creative approaches and any potential drawbacks in their plans. Mei speaks up a few times during the meeting, sharing thoughts that showcase her attention to detail and innovative thinking — though they’re sometimes overshadowed by more boisterous colleagues.

The meeting wraps up with an action item list and clear deadlines for each member. I glance around the room before my eyes land on Mei, who looks slightly overwhelmed but determined to tackle her responsibilities.

That night, as I unwind in my office, thoughts of our team’s discussions still linger in my mind. There’s something about Mei — perhaps it’s her quiet confidence or her ability to hold her own amidst the chaos of a brainstorming session — that piques my interest.

For now, though, I remain focused on the project at hand, confident that my team will deliver an outstanding campaign. And somewhere deep down, a small part of me is quietly simmering with anticipation, knowing that soon it will be time to reveal my true intentions towards Mei. The hunt has begun — but this time, I shall savor every moment before the inevitable capture.

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The days turn into weeks as my team works tirelessly on our project for the electric carmaker. Our hours stretch longer each day, sometimes spilling over into the evenings as we strive to meet deadlines and perfect every detail of the campaign.

As the team lead, I ensure that Mei is given tasks that showcase her potential and abilities. Over time, she proves herself to be resourceful and creative in her work, always eager to learn from her colleagues and contribute to our collective success.

As we labor late into the night, sharing stories about our lives outside of work, Mei gradually opens up to me — hesitantly at first but eventually more willingly as she comes to trust my intentions. I discover that she has no one to go home to at night; it is unclear if she has ever been in a long-term relationship or what her preferences may be when it comes to romantic partners.

I find myself drawn to her quiet strength and determination, impressed by her ability to remain focused despite the long hours we work together. In turn, I sense Mei’s growing admiration for my leadership style and the way I foster an environment of collaboration within our team.

One evening, as we finish up some last-minute tasks for the night, I suggest that we take a break and step outside for fresh air — our eyes have been glued to our computer screens for hours on end. She agrees gratefully, and we walk out into the cool evening breeze together.

The moon is high overhead, casting a silver glow over the city as we stand on the terrasse at the edge of the building, looking out at the twinkling lights below. In that moment, I feel an unexpected sense of camaraderie with Mei — it’s more than just professional respect; there’s something deeper here that neither of us has acknowledged yet.

“Thank you for everything, Ms. Carter” she says softly, turning to me in the dim light. “I don’t know what I’d do without this team… or without your guidance.”

Her words have an unexpected impact on my heart, and I realize that my interest in Mei has grown far beyond mere conquest. There’s something special about her — a spark of potential waiting to be fanned into a flame. “I think you can call me Emily now, Mei,” I say softly with a smile. Her eyes brighten up and she smiles back at me, nodding.

As the weeks turn into months, our working relationship deepens into one of mutual respect and admiration. The late-night meetings and collaborative brainstorming sessions have forged a bond between us that is difficult to put into words.

And though I still keep my true intentions hidden beneath a veil of professionalism, I know that it’s only a matter of time before Mei comes to realize the full extent of my desire for her — a hunger that cannot be satiated by office romances or fleeting affairs. The hunt continues, but now it is no longer just about capturing Mei; it is also about ensuring that she understands the depth of my feelings and willingly offers herself as my prize.

In the shadows of our late-night work sessions, I find myself slowly weaving a web around her — threads of admiration, respect, and trust entwining her inescapably with me. She may not yet realize it, but Mei is walking further down the path that leads only to my arms — and she will gladly surrender herself to their embrace when the time is right.

The dance has begun; now all I need to do is lead Mei to the inevitable conclusion of our story, where we both find what we’ve been searching for in each other.

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By now, the campaign was nearing completion, and a flurry of last-minute activities had my team and me working late into the nights in preparation for our presentation to the client.