"What happened to Maggie?" Oh, she left last night. I'm not sure why..." She was giving me a devilish little smile. I wouldn't get a straight answer f...om her. The brat!It had happened the same way several times since I took over the file. Amanda would show up at the office unannounced, flirt for a while with some of the lawyers, and then come into my office to let me know that the housekeeper quit.Amanda sat there silently while I called the agency. She was wearing a low cut summer dress which. From what I could see these people were extremely wealthy. The house was like a mansion, with steps leading up to double front doors. They easily contained my struggles as they carried me into the house and then up a flight of stairs. The girl was holding my feet and I could see her smiling face, a slight sweat appearing on her brow at the exercise she was doing. I whimpered into the gag, my pleadings to be let go coming from my gagged mouth incoherent, not understandable. Not that it would. It felt like I was watching him in slow motion, as I took in the perfect image before me. I was awestruck, and completely baffled that I had never noticed how exceptionally gorgeous Mr. M was. He wore a sleek modern black suit with a crisp bright white shirt underneath, and finished off with white cufflinks and shoes. He looked… great. Too bad he was my boss, and such an asshole. He walked over to me and held out his arm. Slightly taken aback I sat staring at him, confused. ‘I am offering you. But anyway….“Over my dead body…” Now, you know me by now, and I could bat that back in 50 different ways, no problem, but lets try the fun way.“Me and your gorgeous friend have a small noose end, sorry, I mean loose end, to tie up. It won’t take longer than a nice long, long, long coffee break. Talking of long, I wonder if I’ve got my tape with me?” I tap at a few pockets on my jacket, then hold my hand still pressing on one and declare, “Ah, yes,.