The Young Gun

I'm referred to as the young gun in the family business. Sent to improve poorly operating parts of the business. I (31) had no relationships to distract me; I cut staff and was seen as heartless because of the reputation that preceded me. My arrival was always unannounced; fear of losing their jobs was visible on their faces. But no business is so big that you can continue indefinitely; you have to take another position in the business. Mine was being made the manager of the product research section. A section that had been left alone during the purges, as my visits were called. Of course, nobody in the research section knew they were exempt from cost-cutting, as it was thought disruptive and could hold up the development of better products. All they knew was that a new manager was coming; the old one retired due to illness. My arrival was a shock to everybody in the section. But I told them I was just the new manager, not the axeman they thought I was. Most believed me; my personal assistant (54), a widow, didn't. Her husband had passed away three years earlier; she was still paying off his medical and funeral bills. She is a good-looking woman for her age; seeing my interest in the research only increased her fear that her job was the cost-saving measure I would have to use. I was called to a head office meeting. I wasn't yet up to date on all the research being done. So, I decided to take my PA as backup, as she was up to date on the research. Plane timetables didn't allow direct flights daily, only nightly. Leave at 6 pm, arrive at 8: 30 pm. Returning was even worse: leave at 9:30 and arrive just after midnight. Of course, the research section wasn't close to any airport; an hour-and-a-half drive was required to get there and get back home from the airport on your return. Arriving the night before the meeting meant staying in a hotel for the meeting the next morning. Returning, you could have dinner, then catch your flight home. My PA booked us into a hotel close to the head office, as it was possible to get. She booked just one room; she said there was only one available. It didn't concern me; on arrival at the hotel, I found only one bed in the room. My PA wasn't concerned, so I accepted it as she had. But she thought that if she could seduce me, then her job might be saved, because I had no relationships and might be easily seduced. I'm not easily seduced, but I recognized her desperation, and I do like sex. So I went along with her plan; I quite enjoyed our night together. So much so that, on our return, I had her stay at my place for more sex. Within the next week, she stayed almost every night with me. I told her I never had any plans to fire her and that her job was safe. Adding that I liked sleeping with her. Now, months later, she still sleeps with me and also lives with me, knowing her job is safe. By living with me, she has paid off the medical and funeral debt. Nobody in the research sections we are living together, as my PA manages the staff records. Another reason her job was always safe.