Thread: Taming the Boss from Hell  (RaegingDesire x dale232)

Some call her the Boss from Hell. Others call her the Wicked Witch of the West. A casual observer would assume those titles were exaggerations. Aubrey Lake looked so sweet and had such a pleasant smile that she couldn't possibly be as bad as her employees viewed her as. Not that they ever complained to her superiors. It was common knowledge she had the CEO wrapped around her little finger. So to complain was a waste of time. Jake Wilson generally shrugged off the complaints about Aubrey. He had the good fortune to be a field agent, which meant that he spent very little time in the office. He'd show up in the morning just long enough to get on his computer and line up some prospective customers. Then he would leave to go meet with those customers , returning in the late afternoon just long enough to place the contracts he'd gotten signed on the desk of Aubrey's secretary. And then he was gone for the day. As long as he continued to bring in customers, no one had a problem with his schedule. Not even Aubrey. Though he sensed a little irritation on her part at not having the same level of control over him that she had over her other employees. Jake looked younger than his 35 years. And at 5' 11 and 176 lbs, he didn't exactly overwhelm people, which was perfect for making prospective customers feel at ease. Yet he had enough muscles to impress the ladies with his shirt off. He was easy-going and liked to joke around when in the office, though his humor seemed to elude Aubrey. Jake's only glimpse into the problems of the office was when he'd go across the street to the local bar after work. If it had been a bad day, all Aubrey's employees would be there, getting drunk. Mary, Aubrey's secretary would be close to tears. George, one of the web developers, would be muttering curse words into his beer. And Larry, one of the graphic designers would be proclaiming, She's going to fire me on Monday, though somehow he always survived through Monday. Unlike some of his colleagues. Job security was tenuous for graphic designers. They didn't work hard enough from Aubrey's point of view. It wasn't like Aubrey was a bad person. She was pleasing to look at, with the kind of curves Jake liked to see in a woman. But she was a bad executive, driving her employees too hard and paying them not nearly enough. All so that she could look good in the eyes of upper management. Perhaps she was overcompensating for being a woman in a man's world, working harder than anyone else and expecting her employees to do the same. If that was the case, she was headed for disaster. After a certain point, Jake finally decided he needed to step in to remedy the situation. Jake worked at Check, not because he needed the money, but because he was a people person who enjoyed being out in the field and meeting clients and customers. His parents had left him a tidy inheritance, so unlike so many other employees of Check, he didn't need his job. He kept his wealth a secret from everyone else, though. But that wealth allowed him to formulate a plan that other employees couldn't afford to try. As already established, complaining to Aubrey's superiors was a waste of time. So he needed to approach the problem of Aubrey Lake from a different direction. She was scheduled to go on a week's vacation shortly. He couldn't afford to take off the same week as her. That would draw her suspicion later. So he set aside the weekend that was to start her vacation. A cousin of his had a cabin in the mountains, so he reserved it for that weekend. Then a little coaxing of Mary to find out Aubrey's clothing sizes. That was followed by the purchase of some made to order latex and leather apparel, based on Mary's information. Jake had dabbled in kink, so he wasn't exactly a novice. Though what he was planning was far bolder than anything he had done before. He had an old panel van that he had kept from his youth for purposes of moving from apartment to apartment. Cleaning it out, he drove it to work the Friday that Aubrey was supposed to start her vacation. He parked the van in the underground garage next to Aubrey's car, but with a large concrete pillar separating the two parking places. Going upstairs, Jake turned in the contracts he'd gotten signed for the day. Then he adjusted the webcams on top of his computer. One was focused on the door to Aubrey's office. The other was focused on the elevator doors. Leaving his computer on, but his monitor turned off, he went down to the parking garage and sat in his van, his laptop linked to his desktop and the two webcams. When she left for the day, he would know in real time.