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In the bustling corporate realm of Brackford Enterprises, the clock struck 1 pm, and Elara, the towering secretary, approached her boss's office with an air of nonchalance. Her red hair fell elegantly around her powerful shoulders, and her skintight attire strained against her impressive muscles, showcasing her otherworldy strength. Knocking gently on the door, she entered, exuding an aura of confidence that couldn't be denied.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Hollister," Elara purred, her voice holding an undertone of playful authority. "I believe my work here for the day is done. Perhaps I'll return tomorrow, if I feel like it."

Mr. Hollister, momentarily taken aback by Elara's audacity, cleared his throat. "Elara, we have deadlines to meet. Your work is crucial to—"
With a raised eyebrow and an almost imperceptible smile, Elara interrupted, her voice dripping with patronizing flirtation. "Oh, Mr. Hollister, deadlines can wait. I have my own timeline to consider."

Mr. Hollister, a man accustomed to being in control, faltered under Elara's unyielding confidence. "Now, Elara, let's not be hasty. There's a lot to—"

Elara cut him off, her tone now as firm as her grip on the situation. "You know, Mr. Hollister, being the boss doesn't mean you're always in charge. Watch closely."

With a fluid movement, Elara flexed her biceps and pecs, the power and definition of her muscles on full display. The room seemed to shrink in the wake of her imposing presence. Mr. Hollister swallowed hard, his words caught in his throat as he struggled to meet her unwavering gaze.

As if to further assert her dominance, Elara stepped closer to his desk, leaning over it with an air of casual authority. "You see, Mr. Hollister, I might be your secretary, but I am in charge." Her voice dropped to a sultry purr, her tone suggestive and intoxicating.

Mr. Hollister found himself captivated by Elara's confidence, unable to tear his gaze away from her muscular form. He nodded, his words defeated by the sheer force of her presence.

"Very well, Elara," he managed to say, his voice faltering. "You... you may leave for the day."

Elara straightened up, a triumphant smile gracing her lips. "Thank you, Mr. Hollister. I knew you'd come to see things my way."

With a final flex of her biceps, Elara turned and walked out of the office, leaving behind a dazed and humbled boss. As the door closed, her laughter echoed in the hallway, a potent reminder that within the towering walls of Brackford Enterprises, true power is held by her.

// Text by the amazing Brindinge: www.deviantart.com/brindinge //

Description

In the bustling corporate realm of Brackford Enterprises, the clock struck 1 pm, and Elara, the towering secretary, approached her boss's office with an air of nonchalance. Her red hair fell elegantly around her powerful shoulders, and her skintight attire strained against her impressive muscles, showcasing her otherworldy strength. Knocking gently on the door, she entered, exuding an aura of confidence that couldn't be denied.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Hollister," Elara purred, her voice holding an undertone of playful authority. "I believe my work here for the day is done. Perhaps I'll return tomorrow, if I feel like it."

Mr. Hollister, momentarily taken aback by Elara's audacity, cleared his throat. "Elara, we have deadlines to meet. Your work is crucial to—"
With a raised eyebrow and an almost imperceptible smile, Elara interrupted, her voice dripping with patronizing flirtation. "Oh, Mr. Hollister, deadlines can wait. I have my own timeline to consider."

Mr. Hollister, a man accustomed to being in control, faltered under Elara's unyielding confidence. "Now, Elara, let's not be hasty. There's a lot to—"

Elara cut him off, her tone now as firm as her grip on the situation. "You know, Mr. Hollister, being the boss doesn't mean you're always in charge. Watch closely."

With a fluid movement, Elara flexed her biceps and pecs, the power and definition of her muscles on full display. The room seemed to shrink in the wake of her imposing presence. Mr. Hollister swallowed hard, his words caught in his throat as he struggled to meet her unwavering gaze.

As if to further assert her dominance, Elara stepped closer to his desk, leaning over it with an air of casual authority. "You see, Mr. Hollister, I might be your secretary, but I am in charge." Her voice dropped to a sultry purr, her tone suggestive and intoxicating.

Mr. Hollister found himself captivated by Elara's confidence, unable to tear his gaze away from her muscular form. He nodded, his words defeated by the sheer force of her presence.

"Very well, Elara," he managed to say, his voice faltering. "You... you may leave for the day."

Elara straightened up, a triumphant smile gracing her lips. "Thank you, Mr. Hollister. I knew you'd come to see things my way."

With a final flex of her biceps, Elara turned and walked out of the office, leaving behind a dazed and humbled boss. As the door closed, her laughter echoed in the hallway, a potent reminder that within the towering walls of Brackford Enterprises, true power is held by her.

// Text by the amazing Brindinge: www.deviantart.com/brindinge //