New Job
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A Horny Boss
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straight
I've built a good reputation for reviving failing businesses. So, I (39) was, as they say, headhunted to save a family-owned company from going under. NO relation to me, my reputation preceded me. The business's employees expected mass layoffs and huge cutbacks. That isn't my style. If that is required, then close the business; it's already too far gone to really save. I prefer to find the base problems and fix them first, and chase more business for the business. Employees are trained and hard to replace quickly when the business is turned around, so downsizing only causes more problems in the future. Expanding the client base is the way to go; upgrade where required only. So, my arrival was met with concern by the staff for their jobs. But my first order of business is to sideline the owning family members who interfere too much. Otherwise, I might as well not be there. I told the employees their jobs were safe unless the business couldn't be saved. Of all the staff, only one might have been easy to replace. But a closer look said she (53) was perfect to be my assistant. A walking encyclopedia on the business, its products, and existing clients. So, I asked her to assist me, as it would save me time on getting the business turned around. Once modifications were made to the workings and processes of the business. I could concentrate on getting more business to make it profitable again. That meant travelling and taking my assistant with me. Last January, we were snowed in, and it was a fly-in, fly-out trip. We were caught by a blizzard closing down the airport. We had to find a motel to stay in until we could leave. But we weren't the only travelers caught, and so only able to get one room for us to share. We ended up there for two nights, and the boredom ended up in our becoming lovers. We've done everything we could do work-wise, and with nothing but the clothes we were wearing. Bathrobes are provided in the room, so my assistant washed them in the laundry. It was while waiting for the clothes that we became lovers. Once we had, we continued, meals by room service, and didn't dress until we left, and have continued ever since.
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