Up on the tenth floor, my Master makes me welcome in his office. "Hello, Elizabeth. I just wanted a quick chat. Coffee?""Thanks, yes, I'd love one."He rings through a request to Francis then returns his attention to me. "I have a meeting tomorrow. A very important meeting with potential clients who, if we can get the deal, will be worth a great deal of money to the company.""Okay." I nod attentively.What does this have to do with me?"I would like you to sit in on the meeting."Oh!"You have already proved that you have an eye for detail with your work in the procurement section. It may have been an unpleasant little episode, but it saved the company a lot of money. Tomorrow, I want you to sit in as secretary to the meeting and take the minutes."He leans forward. "Elizabeth, I want you to bring in that talent for detail again. Take notes of what is said—proposals, agreements, suggestions, whatever there is. However, I also want you to watch the people—body language

"So, what do you think?" asks my Master. "How did it go?"We are sitting in his office, following a meeting with Alexander Thornton, Senior and Jaye Thornton, Junior.My Master, Richard Haswell, is negotiating a real estate deal with them worth tens of millions. I have been acting as secretary at the meeting, taking the minutes. Also, I have been acting on instructions from my Master to be his eyes and ears; to gauge reactions, to people-watch.What do I think?I sip my coffee, choosing my words."I think that Thornton Senior wants the deal. He thinks that being associated with the Haswell Corporation will enhance his company's reputation and that he will be able to pass that legacy to his son. However, I also think that Thornton Junior believes the opposite; that their company will be swallowed whole by Haswell and lose its identity. It doesn't matter to him how attractive the deal is financially. He doesn't want his father's company to appear to be the junior partner."My

The deal with the Thornton's goes well. My Master is pleased. Signed, sealed and delivered, a copy of the contract papers lands on my desk. "I want you to be familiar with them, Elizabeth." says my Master. "You were instrumental in making the deal work. I want you involved with its progress. Take the time to know the details, the legal ins and outs."Fair enough. I settle to read my way through a book's worth of small print, and quickly decide that 'legalese' is heavy reading. However, the gist of the agreement is simple enough. The Haswell Corporation and the Thorntons are setting up a holding company to act as a legal envelope for a huge redevelopment in a run-down part of the City. The project is huge, involving the building or renovation of a vast acreage to provide luxury apartments, affordable housing and all the facilities and amenities needed for a properly functioning community; shops, offices, a park, rail and subway....... The budget runs into eye-watering amounts of money

My Master shows the policewoman out and then sits beside me again. "I've sent Ross over with Francis to collect some of your things. I want you to stay here for at least the next few days until Mack is tracked down. That way I can keep an eye on you. Is that okay with you?"The chance to be with my wonderful Master for a few days? "Of course it is, Master. But I thought you had a lot of work on for the next few days?""Fuck the work. This is more important. And I can do a lot of it from here anyway."Then the penny drops as to what my Master just said. "Tracked down? They didn't catch him?"He hesitates. "No, I'm sorry Elizabeth, but he escaped the building before they were able to lock it down. But don't worry. He'll be found."I ponder this, gulping at the implications of Mack Kane loose in the city. But does my Master really want me to stay with him? He's never wanted me to stay for long before."I'll be fine in a couple of days, Master. It won't have to be for long."

"Hey, Beth. You okay up there? A neighbour said there was some noise." My Master falls still and silent...... The heat in my cunt blooming outward, my clit incandescent with pain-pleasure, I struggle to get the words out, shouting across to the intercom. "Er, yes, fine. Don't worry. I...er.... I just dropped something.""Okay. So long as you're alright.""Yeah, thanks.""Don't move. I've not finished with you." His words are stern, but my Master's voice is brimming with laughter as he steps over to the intercom and clicks it off. He pulls over a chair and jams the smashed door closed, pushing the chair-back under what is left of the handle. Then he vanishes into my bedroom, returning a minute later with a handful of my stockings.Coming back to me, he grabs a handful of my hair and hauls me upright. "You - dining table. Bend over and spread 'em." He marches me over to the table, pushes me face down and stretches my arms out, tying each wrist to a table leg with a stocking. T