The room went silent. This is not what I expected. I looked at her, not sure if she was serious, but she looked down at me with a twinkle in her eye. She licked her lips, and as her large chest hung down over the desk, deliberately being showcased, her deep cleavage evident. Was she really doing this? Was she actually, brazenly offering... I think she was! I wasn't shocked or completely taken off-guard.

"Is this a joke, Tori?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. "Are you serious?"

"Deadly serious," she replied, standing up straight and walking back toward the projection, moving her body at me, each of her firm curves moving with every step.

"Tori, this is really inappropriate!" I began. "If this is some sort of bad joke, I can understand, but if this is serious... you're not going to keep your job here," I warned, not wanting her to make a career-killing mistake.

I was once a man who enjoyed the attention of women, but now... I'm a changed person and will not cheat on my wife again.

I was involved with Maya; yes, she was my partner, but she's smart, a graduate, and knows what she was doing. She saved me most times. Through her work, we got many contracts. She was my backbone, but she was also dedicated when she wanted to have you for herself.

Not like her. She doesn't seem to have any positive energy or any progressive contribution in the company, judging by the way she is behaving now.

"I'm taking your advice. I'm changing the conversation. If hiring a totally professional, qualified executive assistant doesn't favor me, why not change the conversation?" she said, holding her arms out, moving her chest slightly. "Just hear me out, and I will convince you that what you need, more than an assistant, more than a wife, is a clever, resourceful woman," she asserted.

"Tori... you can't do this. Do I need to call security?" I asked, shaking my head.

"Joshua, you agreed to hear me out, no matter what," she began, her congenial attitude gone.

"Well, when we made that deal, I thought you planned to be somewhat reasonable," I replied.

"I'm not going to force anything on you. I made a presentation! That's it! And all I'm doing is using logic and reason. If by the end, you still feel this strongly, I will walk away. But I think I can change your mind, and if I do, I will certainly surprise you. I will make you realize how important it is to have a determined woman working by your side, Joshua. I just want to make it clear, by the end of this, you will see my value. You will have me working beside you, achieving goals until I succeed," she stated.

I was completely dumbstruck. I had been in some of the toughest boardrooms in the world, but I had never been this caught off guard, ever. I wasn't prepared for this. I didn't know what to do. I put my head in my hands.

"Tori, I stood up for you. I gave you a chance here, and this is what you do?" I asked, pleading for her to reconsider.

"Well, I am ambitious," Tori said, shrugging, causing her chest to move. "This is what ambitious people do. And deep down, I think you wanted this too. Deep down, you knew it would come to this. You've been desperate to find a reason for us to work together, and now you have it," she said.

"No... I... I began, shaking my head. I began counting off on my fingers. "I'm a boss. I'm married. I need to be professional... need I go on?"

"At least let me finish," Tori pleaded. "What's the worst that can happen? I mean, if you're right, if I don't have a chance, then you just have a story to tell your friends, about how that ambitious woman made a presentation for you. I mean, you're not actually worried that I'm right... right?" she asked with a knowing glance. I sat back and rubbed my chin, not knowing what to do. "I mean, this is certainly outside the box, right?" she asked with a laugh. "Just give me a shot."

This was so wrong and so inappropriate for so many reasons. Like I said, I'm a married man, very happily married. Plus, I need to be professional, and I am not the type that does anything like this anymore, but I've changed.

She was approaching this the wrong way, for sure. I don't know why she thought this would actually work. But, part of me was curious about what her plan actually was. What could she say to logically convince me to hire her?

What could she possibly say to change my mind? It was so ridiculous that I was morbidly curious. I know I should just kick her out, but I abhorred conflict, and despite what she was pulling here, I didn't want to be the one to destroy her career. So, despite my better judgment, if she agreed to just walk away when this was all said and done, then just maybe I could hear out her ridiculous argument and then be done with her.

"And you'll leave when you're done?" I asked.

"Agreed," she said, smiling wickedly, clearly feeling she actually had an opportunity.

"I can't believe I'm doing this... fine. Fine!" I relented. "Give me your worst. I'll hear you out, but when you're done, you're done here. If you walk away now, we can just forget this. But if you go through with this, I have to fire you. You understand?"

"Deal," she agreed, eyes flashing, clearly feeling no fear. She clicked the button to advance the presentation. With a new determination, she walked over next to the projection, again moving her body confidently at me. She pointed at the image, which was titled with the first step of my list followed by a blank page and continued.

"Okay, the first thing you recommend is to 'Know Yourself Before I Meet You,' and the one thing about me is that I know exactly who I am," she began, before hitting the clicker, causing some images to enter the blank page of the presentation. These pictures made my eyes grow wide.

There were four pictures, and they were of Tori. But these were not pictures of her at work. No, they were far from professional. These were pictures of her outside the office. The top left picture was her at a club, dancing, coated with sweat from the no-doubt heated atmosphere she was dancing in. She was wearing a tight purple top, low-cut so her large chest was prominent. She wore a skirt that barely went below her rear, and as she danced, the skirt flared up, just millimeters away from showing off what was underneath.

The top right picture was her at some sort of house party, and in it there was a picture of her dancing in front of some guy, her back pressed against his front. His hands were on her chest, pressing firmly, causing them to nearly overflow from beneath her silky red top. And as this close contact took place, she was simply smirking, as if everything was going exactly to plan.

The bottom left picture was her at work, but she wasn't exactly working. It was a picture she clearly quickly snapped of her bent over a desk, a suit-clad man behind her, his face hidden, clearly... obviously involved... with her. While she was still clothed, her outfit looked in disarray, as if what was happening was very aggressive and rough. And on her face, that same satisfied smirk.

The bottom right picture was her in what was probably her apartment, standing in front of a mirror. She looked perfectly styled, her face turned into a wicked-looking expression, but her outfit was absolutely casual. A form-fitting tight blue tank top, the straps digging into her shoulders due to the stress caused by her large chest. Her top was molded to her large breasts, showing off their perfectly smooth, round shape, and there were clear indents caused by her firm nipples. Her midriff was exposed, leaving her fit belly bare. Down lower, she wore a tiny denim skirt, cut way too short, barely covering her intimate areas. Her long legs were bare, smooth, and firm, leading to some high heels. Her outfit was suggestive and looked incredibly daring, but it was clear that was the look she was going for.

"Like I said, Joshua, I know exactly who I am," she continued, talking in a seemingly professional manner while showcasing these bold images. "I am ambitious! The most driven of the ambitious. The most persistent of the persistent. The strongest of the strong. The hardest working of the hard workers. Ever since I grew up, I've been letting people, and the occasional woman, be impressed by my ambition. I've been told I should be ashamed of myself, that no one likes a highly ambitious woman, but I don't care. I love it! I love being an ambitious woman! It's my best quality. Joshua, I am really, REALLY good at getting what I want, like, amazing at it. You do your work in the boardroom; I work behind the scenes," she said.

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