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It was seven a.m. in the morning, and everyone in the building was preparing work. There was barely anybody in the building, really-just the janiter and some other secretaries. I was the head C.E.O., so I didn’t have to come here early at all, but I had to since MTV was interviewing us for our work. I was the founder and owner of Paws Pets, a huge chain of pet stores specializing in cats and dogs. In the work building, there were no pets, since in this building we did the papers and interviews. I was heading up to my office in the elevator. As I waited, I tapped my foot impatiently on the marble floor, waiting for the slow elevator to arrive. Across from me, there was a mirror between both elevators. I took a good look at myself. Me-Anniel Johnsons-didn’t look so bad, really. I had brown, wavy hair that went to my shoulders, curving up. I was slender, with small but firm breasts, a flat stomach, and a tight ass with long, slender legs. Reflecting off the smooth mirror, my skin looked almost albino white. I laughed inwardly. I was çankaya escort 24 and still looking good. I carried my big Gucci purse into the roomy elevator. I pressed “6” button and the elevator started slowly going up. First we stopped at floor 2, where two chatty secretaries came in and waved at me, shutting up immediately. They left abruptly at floor 4, and there two men stepped in. I recognized the first man, who was my secretary’s son. Lily, my secretary, was 54 years old, and her son, James, was 25. James was really cute-all the girls in our building gossiped and giggled about him. He had a tan, toned body, a dazzling smile, sparkling blue eyes and muddy blonde hair. I knew he thought I was sexy since whenever I was near him, his cock made a huge erection. He tried to flirt with me a lot of times, but I wasn’t about to fall for that. The second man was also well known in our busniess. He was my cousin’s nephew, and his name was Johnson. He was equally handsome, except keçiören escort maybe a head shorter than James. “Hey, Anniel,” James said, waving. They both stepped in and chatted loosely about the weather. At floor 5, Johnson got off and it was only me and James in the elevator. It was a little awkward, but James quickly started conversation. “So, how are things?” he grinned. “Things are good,” I laughed. “Busy, huh?” “Yeah, with all the interviews and all.” I pretended not to notice when James ran his eyes over my slender body. “You look great, Anniel.” “Thanks,” I said, a hint of suspicion crawling into my usually even voice. James was quiet. He still watched my tits and ass, but more quietly. It was a moment later that I realized we had been in the elevator for a really long time. “Hey-what’s wrong with the elevator?” I cried out. James noticed, too. He pressed the up button, but we didn’t budge. “Lets wait and see if it moves.” Five minutes later and there etimesgut escort had been no movement. I was panicking by now. My hands flitted up and down, like it had no where else to go. Words of worry spilled out my mouth. “Oh, damn it, what do I do? There’s the interview and my work, and now its all postponed! What will happen to my business? I can’t just be here for hours waiting for someone to help us! Oh, its over. Its all over. What will we-” “Sh, its okay, Anniel,” he calmed me down. “We’ll call the office.” I flushed with embarrassment that I hadn’t figured that out. He pulled out his cell phone and punched in the office’s number. “Hello? Yes, this is James. But ma’am, I’m with Anniel. Yes, Anniel, the C.E.O. We’re stuck in the elevator. Can you call for help?” he spoke angel-like into the phone. “Oh. Okay, that’s alright. Okay. Yeah, we’ll be okay.” Suddenly something the office secretary said made him blush like crazy. “Aunt Emmy I won’t. Yeah, whatever. Bye.” He turned to me with a grim mask hiding his delight. “The janitor isn’t here yet. We’ll have to wait until nine thirty, but that’s okay, since the interview’s at ten.” I should’ve been relieved, but I wasn’t. “What’d she say to make you look like a cherry?” I teased. He stratched his head, blushing again. “Er, nothing.” I poked him in the ribs playfully. “Oh, c’mon, just tell me.” He sighed.

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