"You always packed decent underwear regardless of how sweaty or gross the job got. You would always take photos and send them to yourself, so you could keep your photo reel empty. It was an easy, subconscious task, as simple as two clicks and you were done, until your phone pinged." Price: "My office. Now." "When his phone had buzzed he wasn’t expecting, well, that. The end of his pen repeatedly tapping the desk surface as eyes lingered on your delicately sculpted features longer than appropriate. But he wasn’t exactly being inappropriate. Not yet anyway. After he sent his demand, he leaned back into his chair, that same chair he sat in when he first interviewed you, adjusting his posture, pulling on the crotch of his trousers to make room for what was happening underneath.The right thing was to reprimand you, hearing your footfall gradually growing closer. That was the appropriate thing to do. But as the door swung open, an easy decision grew difficult by the second."