Personal Assistant (Closed)

[Biker_Faerie]

Grace James walked up to the front desk of Avery Wealth Management. The pretty receptionist looked up from her computer screen and asked happily,

"Can I help you?"

"I'm here for an interview with Sir George Avery." 

"Oh right," the receptionist replied, her tone becoming more business like. "Please take a seat. Someone will be with you shortly."

Grace sat down in one of the plush leather armchairs in the reception area and looked around while she waited. Avery Wealth Management reeked of money and you could hardly fail to notice that. As one of the more exclusive personal investment specialists, one that was only available to high net worth individuals, they had an image to maintain.

It hadn't been the money that had attracted Grace to the position of live-in Personal Assistant to its chairman and chief exec, Sir George Avery however, although the salary for the job was generous. No, it was more the opportunity of a fresh start.

If you’d have asked her a year ago whether she’d be interested in being a live in P.A. she’d have laughed, but that had been before her life had imploded. Back then she’d had a good job as P.A. to a senior director in a FTSE100 company. She had a dockland apartment which she’d bought with her boyfriend and life has been good.

Then, one evening, at a two day off site company seminar she’d had a little too much to drink and ended up having a threesome with two good looking guys from marketing. Grace had never done anything like that before and the sex had blown her mind, but it had come at high price. One of the guys she’d slept with had bragged about it and within a week she’d been offered voluntary redundancy to go quietly or face a disciplinary proceeding for gross misconduct. She'd had no choice but to tell her boyfriend and within a month they’d broken up. They tried to sell their apartment but couldn’t, so were still living together, and to make matters worse Grace couldn’t get another senior P.A. job. It was as if she’d been blackballed.

She had no choice but to take temporary work, well below what she was capable of, just to come up with her share of the mortgage payment but then one day almost a year after that fateful night she’d received a call from a recruitment agency offering her a job. At first they didn’t say who the job was for but explained that it would be a live in role to a wealthy individual who worked in the city. It would involve three days in London and four at his estate in the Cotswolds. She would have her own quarters at both locations and it seemed like the answer to Grace’s prayers. She could finally move out of the apartment she shared with her ex yet still pay the mortgage until they could sell it.

The first interview was with the recruitment consultant and it had seemed to go well. Then she got a call back for a second interview, and at this stage they informed her that the employer would be Sir George Avery. Grace googled everything she could about him. He was a distinguished looking man who had built the company up from nothing and had been knighted for his services to various charities. She knew he was sixty because he’d just had a lavish party at his Cotswold estate, behind closed doors. She learned all she could about Avery wealth management but apart from the little she’d manage to glean she couldn’t find much about Sir George.

After five minutes another pretty young thing walked up to her and announced.

“Sir George will see you now. Please follow me.”

Grace knew she probably wasn't the only applicant they'd be interviewing but she was determined to get the job.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Sir George Avery was in the market for a personal assistant. A live-in assistant. He commissioned the search to the top recruitment agency in London, and they came back with four candidates, three women and one man. Personal interviews were scheduled for Monday and Tuesday, morning and afternoon. By Wednesday Sir George would make his decision.

His demands for the job were set high for education and experience, and he was lucky, so the agency said, to have four to choose from. Monday morning, the first candidate, a young woman with a few years experience as an administrative aide and a good background in business. He didn’t find her compatible, though, and she seemed more interested in the perks than the job.

The afternoon found him meeting a twenty-five year old man, well experienced in financial advising. A good prospect, but Sir George got the sense that the young man saw the post as more of a stepping-stone to better things than a long-term position.

Tuesday morning saw the arrival of another woman, an older lady, highly experienced, of course, and a person who clearly interpreted the role as one of managing her employer’s life rather than assisting him. As he waited after lunch for the final candidate, he hoped that she would be suitable. A quick review of her resume and the agency report, and he called his secretary to bring her in.

He was pleased by her look: an attractive woman, very attractive, and very well and appropriately dressed. A little nervous in her greeting, but that was to be expected. A round of the usual questions to begin, and Ms. James addressed the issues well, though a noticeable hint of nervousness continued. Sir George concluded that she was likely desperate for the appointment.

That was a reasonable conclusion, after all, the report showed she had left a similar position some time ago and now was working in a secretary pool for a bank, a job far beneath her background and abilities. And yes, there was a note about the incident that led to her leaving her PA job, and a suggestion that she not be hired.

The incident added a bit to Sir George’s interest; he wasn’t at all averse to sexual misconduct, and the fact that she was desperate gave her some vulnerability. And Sir George wasn’t averse to taking advantage of that. Her looks and her dress were also appealing; the thought that he could use her as a companion for some of his business luncheons and dinners added to her value.

“Would you be so kind, Ms. James, as to walk to the other side of the office and back?”

Grace rose without question, turned, and started walking. Sir George watched her; she had a very pleasant feminine stride, but that wasn’t why he sent her on the walk. There were two reasons: the first, to see if she’d obey without question; the second to see if she paid attention to things. While her back was turned, he rearranged a few items on his desk

“Is my desk the same as when you were sitting here?” he asked when she had returned.

She looked at the desk for a moment, and then identified which things had been moved. Her prospective employer was well-pleased; she was the only candidate who obeyed without a question or a quizzical look and she was the only one who saw that the desk had been rearranged..

Sir George wouldn’t need another day to decide; Grace James was his choice. He offered her three months probation at a good salary, and described the living arrangements. He also noted that he did have a dress code for his PA, and so there would be a clothing allowance as well.

“Do think about it Ms. James,” he said as he saw her to the door, “though I would hope for your answer by tomorrow. Please let my secretary know one way or the other as soon as you make up your mind. Have a good day.”

He sat and fell into a bit of a reverie of the potential pleasures of having a personal assistant such as Grace,

 

[Biker_Faerie]

Grace already knew she wanted the job but didn't want to appear desperate. So she kept quiet, agreeing to consider the offer overnight. The salary was good and as far as Grace understood it, she would have her own apartment in a wing of Sir George's Cotswold estate and slightly more modest 'quarters' in his London town house.

She caught the tube home feeling a sense of relief that finally her year long nightmare was over. It had been an odd interview in places, especially the part about getting up and turning her back on Sir George but despite her nerves she seemed to have what he was looking for.

When she got home she informed her ex about the position and that she'd be moving out, which was a relief to them both. Then in the morning she called in sick to her temporary job and phoned Sir George's secretary to accept the position. The secretary seemed relieved and asked her when she could start, to which Grace replied that she was free almost immediately. It was a Tuesday and so the secretary suggested that she catch a train up to the Cotswolds on the Saturday which would give her time to settle in before starting work on the Monday.

"There are a few formalities we'll need to complete. Paperwork and the like," the secretary informed Grace. "And I'll arrange for some boxes to be delivered to you today in order that we can ship your belongings."

"Great, thanks," Grace replied.

"Oh and you'll need to go to Harvey Nichols today to get measured."

"Measured?"

"Yes, Sir George is very particular about what his staff where while on duty. If you do it today then we can make sure its delivered in time for your arrival."

"Ok."

As instructed Grace went to the upmarket department store where she was measured and digitally mapped to make clothes purchasing remotely much easier. When she got home, packing boxes had arrived along with a contract for signature. The contract had very strict confidentiality clauses but Grace accepted that this was part of the package for working with the rich.

The next few days were a whirlwind of activity, culminating in Grace boarding a train for Moreton in the Marsh in the Cotswolds and from their by a waiting taxi to Sir Gregory's estate.

When she arrived late afternoon a young couple were waiting to greet her.

"Hello you must be Grace the young woman," offered. "I'm Anne the housekeeper and this is my husband Jack who takes care of the estate."

Anne and Jack made an attractive couple and Grace couldn't help admiring Jack's form as she followed them both into the house

"You're apartment's in the old Servant's quarters with us," Anne explained. "When you're here I'll do all the cooking and you can eat with Jack and I or in your apartment, but tonight Sir George has asked that you dine with him."

Anne showed Grace to her apartment and Grace was surprised at how nice it was. The packing boxes had been emptied and her belonging put in drawers ready for her.

"I hope you'll be happy here," Anne told Grace. "Sir George can be a bit particular about certain things but he's also very generous too. Feel free to use the pool and the gym and you're welcome to ride the horses stabled here. If you don't ride then I'm sure Jack wouldn't mind giving you few lessons," Anne said with s light sparkle in her eyes.

"Thank you. I can't ride but i'd love to learn."

"I'll let him know," she giggled.

"Sir George has asked that you wear this for dinner," Anne said pointing to a garment bag hanging up on a wardrobe. "It came from London on Friday along with the rest of your outfits... Anyway I'll let you get settled in."

"Thank you, Anne. I'm really looking forward to being here."

"It will be nice to have another woman around," Anne added with a twinkle in her eyes again.

Anne closed the door behind her and Grace walked over to the garment bag. She undid the zip and peered inside, a little shocked by what sir George had chosen.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Avery was delighted to hear that Grace had accepted the position. And now there was some work to be done. First, a call to his caretaker; her rooms were to be prepared. Not just cleaned, but new furnishings where needed. A desk and credenza would be needed. A mini fridge, coffee machine, electric kettle, and . . . well, he left the details to Jack, and, of course, Anne, Jack’s wife. She’d ensure it was done with a feminine touch. Second, some online shopping.

Sir George planned on having Grace dine with him on Saturday, and he had ideas as to what she should wear. A”little black dress,” certainly, and he found one he liked. She’d need shoes as well, and stockings. Silk, of course. Lace panties and suspenders too. He had them delivered to Anne with instructions that Grace was to wear the ensemble to dinner.

He finished the day and took the train to the Cotswolds to begin his long weekend. Thursday, a brief inspection of the three upstairs rooms that were to be his personal assistant’s quarters, and then to his usual round of activities. Saturday midday he watched the cab arrive and the servant couple welcome their new colleague.

Anne finished with her rooms, rearranging some things to her preferences while she thought about the somewhat risqué outfit she was to wear for dinner. Downstairs, then, to join Anne in the kitchen

“I was just about to make a spot of tea, Grace,” she announced; “would you care to join me?”

They chatted as they sipped their tea and ate a few biscuits. Anne informed her that dinner would be at half seven, but she should get there by the hour. "I’ll be going around five to cook," Anne said. Anne showed her the path to the manor, about a hundred yards off. The servants’ cottage was partly secluded by a row of trees.

Jack was up at the manor with Sir George.

“That’s quite a good looking woman you’ve hired, Sir,” he said with a twinkle n his eye “It’ll be a pleasure to have her around. Anne will enjoy her company too.”

Avery let out a suggestive little laugh. “Yes, very attractive, I agree, But I did hire her for more than eye candy; she’s very capable as well, and will be taking on a lot of duties here and in the city.”

“She’s expressed an interest in learning how to ride, Sir George,” Jack noted. “Shall I give her lessons?”

“By all means,” Sir George replied. “Next Thursday would be a good time to get her mounted.”

The two men smiled slyly

Jack took his leave, and the master returned to his study, reading a book as he awaited the arrival of his new hire. A quick tour of the house for her, and then a drink before dinner was his plan. And he was eager to see her in the dress he left for her.

 

[Biker_Faerie]

When Grace had finished settling in she wandered downstairs to find Anne who offered to make a cup of tea for the two of them. Jack seemed to have disappeared so the two girls were able to have a chat over a biscuit and after a while Grace built up the courage to ask Anne about the dress that had been put out for her.

"Are you sure its the right one?" Grace asked diplomatically. "It's quite revealing really."

"Oh no, it's definitely the right one," Anne reassured her. "Sir George wouldn't make a mistake. He likes his staff to look their best."

It was true, Grace thought. Everyone at Avery Wealth Management had looked immaculately dressed and even Anne, who was a housekeeper, was wearing a beautiful tartan skirt and very tight figure hugging sweater that showed off her breasts beautifully.

"Would you like to try the dress on and I'll let you know what i think," Anne offered.

"Thanks, I would," Grace replied grateful for a second opinion just in case there'd been a horrible mix up.

The two women went up to Grace's apartment and Grace picked up the garment bag to take into the bedroom.

"I'll just go and change," she offered.

"You can change here," Anne replied. "I'm not a prude."

Grace stripped off until she was naked aware that Anne was watching her.

"You've got a great body," Anne told her.

"Thanks," Grace replied. Then she asked, "Would you do me up?"

Grace slipped into the dress not bothering with the stockings or panties and aware that there was no room for a bra. Then she turned round and presented her back to Anne. Anne pulled up the zipper and secured the clasp then before Grace had had time to turn around she felt Anne kiss the back of her neck. It was like electricity. Literally nobody had touched her like that in a year.

"There," Anne said afterwards, "Turn around and let's have a look at you."

Grace turned around so that she faced Anne, not wanting to make a thing about what had just happened. Anne smoothed down the dress over Grace's hips then stood back to admire her.

"It suits you, Sir George will approve."

"You don't think its too much?"

"Not at all but if I could make one suggestion."

"Yes?"

Anne walked up to Grace pulled up the hem of the short dress so that it rested on Grace's hips, then she placed a hand on Grace's pussy. Grace almost went weak at the knees when she did.

"You should tidy this up," Anne suggested.

Grace felt ashamed that Anne had needed to point this out. She'd had nobody to tidy herself up for and had got out of the habit of 'attending to her garden'. Anne lifted up her skirt and took a hold of Grace's hand pushing into her panties. Anne's pubic mound was as smooth as a baby's bottom

"Something like this would be preferable, at least in my experience," she told Grace.

Grace let her hand linger on Anne's pussy, experiencing an intimacy that she hadn't felt in a long time. Anne reached in and gave her a kiss on the lips and one again Grace felt electricity between them

"Anyway I'll leave you to it," Anne said breaking the kiss. "We don't want you to be late for Sir George."

***

Just before seven, Grace walked over to the big house from the servant's quarters, dressed in the clothes sir George had chosen for her. She'd been worried she would be late. It had taken several disposable razors to tidy herself up down below, but eventually she'd managed it. Now her bare pussy felt strange after having been covered in a thick fuzz for so long

It was only a short walk to the big house from the servant's quarters, but she wore a coat against the autumn chill. When she reached the big front door she wasn't sure if she should ring the bell or walk right in. She decided caution was the better strategy and rang the bell. A few moments later the door opened and there stood Sir George.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

The doorbell rang; Avery’s wait was over. He laid down the book and went straight to the door.

“Come in, Grace,” he said eagerly, “here, let me take your coat.”

His eyes were on her as the coat slipped over her shoulders. He hung it on a rack by the door and placed the flat of his hand on her bare back.

“The dress looks perfect on you,” he declared as he guided her from the foyer. “I hope you like it; I will have a few things to say about it later.”

He gave her a quick tour of the main floor, stopping in the kitchen to say hello to Anne and ending in the study. Sir George prepared drinks and they sat to chat a bit.

“I thought it would be nice to get to know each other a bit more,” he began, “and dinner seemed a good way to start.”

He told her about his education and about his founding of the firm and listened to her recounting some of her life. Anne stepped into the doorway then and announced dinner. Avery and his guest finished their drinks and headed to dinner.

They weren’t seated in the main dining room, but in a small, intimate room on the other side of the kitchen, at a table set for two, though it could seat four. Anne served them five courses, each paired with an appropriate wine. Grace asked about the estate, and Sir George was pleased to offer a brief history as well as a description, noting that there’d be time tomorrow to explore a bit of the grounds. After dinner, they returned to the study.

Sir George had Grace do a little turn to model the dress, and again he complemented her on it. As they sat with the fresh drinks he prepared, he began.

“Yes, the dress. I promised I’d have more to say about it.”

He paused for a sip of his drink and then continued.

“It is very risqué, and it suits your lovely shape perfectly, I think. I wanted you to wear it to see you in it, of course, but also to see how you felt in it. Part of your role as my personal assistant will be to accompany me to dinners and luncheons with clients and colleagues. Having an attractive companion is always called for, and in the past I relied on hired escorts. They were adequate for the purpose, but I’ve felt there was much more a companion could do for me. You’re intelligent and observant, and you already know much about business. I’d like to have you as a companion who would be a keen observer of all that might transpire and could add much to my understanding, for business purposes, of what went on.”

They discussed that aspect of her position for some length, and Sir George answered the questions she had. It was nearly eleven when they finished their second post-dinner drink. Avery took Grace’s hand and led her to the foyer.

“I haven’t shown you the upstairs yet,” he said as they stood before the staircase. “Would you like to see the master bedroom or would you prefer to go to your own apartment? You are free to make the choice.”

Avery was sincere about that; it was her first night on the job, and he wanted to be sure that whatever she did, it was what she wanted to do. At least for now.

 

[Biker_Faerie]

Sir George certainly had good taste and the money to feed it. Each room in the mansion was perfect in its own way. Grace could see that he took pride in doing things well.

When they passed through the kitchens Grace blushed when she saw Anne, who smiled at her. After the tour they had drinks and talked about their lives. Sir George had certainly led an interesting one and life had rewarded him with the finer things it had to offer.

Anne was a superb cook, clearly properly trained and Grace thought she could be in danger of putting on pounds if they ate like this every night. The meal was better than anything shed ever had at a restaurant.

Afterwards they returned to the study and Sir George finally got down to business, explaining that the reason for the dress was to see how she coped in something revealing. He said he wanted a companion for business meetings which was plausible enough, although it made Grace think of those bond villains who always have a pretty lady accompanying the who never says anything and never really adds much to the plot.

Sir George explained that, in her case, she would be adding to the plot however, although Grace knew her knowledge and business acumen could never be on a par with Sir George's. Then he mentioned that he'd previously used escorts as companions, but surely he didn't mean the ones that were effectively prostitutes.

When all was said and done though if a part of her job was to accompany Sir George to fancy restaurants and events then it was hardly a problem for Grace..

As the evening came to an end though, things took a difficult turn. Sir George offered to show her his bedroom if she wanted. Grace immediately thought this must be a trap. He must have found out about her previous history and wanted to check if she was going to jump into bed with the first person who asked her to. She even began to question whether Anne had been a set up, something to see how she would react to a female advance. Could it be the case or was she just being paranoid though. Perhaps Sir George really did just want to show her the rest of the house.

It seemed safest to decline however, which Grace did. She explained that it had been a long day and then asking if sir George would requiring her on the Sunday.

It had been a long day and with a full belly and some expensive alcohol in her, Grace fell asleep quickly on the bed in her new apartment

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Sir George walked Grace back to the cottage, and told her to spend the morning getting to know Jack and Anne, but to come to see him after lunch.

Sunday morning saw Grace down for breakfast with the couple. After food and chat, Anne announced she was off to the manor house to clean up after Sir George’s breakfast.

“It’s a warm and sunny day,” she observed as she opened the cottage door. “Jack, why don’t you show Grace around the grounds a bit.”

Anne had hardly started the dishes when Avery came quietly up behind her and grabbed both her breasts.

“What!” exclaimed the startled servant, and then, realizing it was Sir George, she continued playfully. “Oh, it’s his lordship, come to have his way with the help.”

“I’d have it no other way,” replied Avery with a laugh

He slipped his hands under her sweater and cupped a bare breast in each hand, rubbing her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.

“Don’t, Sir George,” she said in a coy voice. “You know what that does to this poor servant girl.”

“Of course I do,” he replied. “That’s why I do it.”

He played more intensely with her nipples then; Anne cupped her hands over his as she sighed in pleasure.

“Do more, Sir,” she breathed, and reached down, clasping the hem of her skirt and lifting it over her rear.

Avery complied, dropping his pants and guiding his erect cock to Anne’s bare pussy.

“Yes, that’s better,” she sighed, and Sir George stroked back and forth until they both came.

Anne was no sooner out the door than Jack had taken Grace’s hand and led her out the back door of the cottage and into the vegetable garden. He pointed out the different vegetables and herbs they grew and answered Grace’s questions about the gardening. Out to the stables, then, just a few dozen yards past the garden.

The horses - four of them - were out in the paddock as Jack led Grace to the fence One of the horses, a palomino, started walking towards them.

“That’s Princess,” he said. “She’s the gentlest of the lot. Sir George says I’m to give you riding lessons starting on Thursday; you’ll ride Princess.”

The mare had arrived at the fence and was eyeing the newcomer.

“Here,” Jack said, “introduce yourself.”

With that, he wrapped his right arm around Grace’s waist, lifted her off her feet, hooked his left arm under her legs, and hoisted her up to sit on the top rail of the fence. He stood there, his arm still around her waist and his shoulder braced against her hip to keep her steady on the rail.

“Let her smell your hand so she gets to know you,” Jack advised her. “Pet her and pat her a bit, too. She’ll like that.”

Jack just held Grace for a while, reflecting on how good her body felt beneath his arm and against his shoulder. Yes, he did look forward to her riding lessons.

“Here,” he said as he drew an apple from his pants pocket. “Give her this; she loves treats.”

Grace gave her the apple and a few more pats on her forehead and cheeks.

“Time to go,” Jack announced, and he lifted Grace off the fence. As he lowered her to the ground, he held her against hin, feeling her breasts against his chest as she slipped down over his body.

Back to the cottage, then, where Anne was waiting with a satisfied smile on her face.

 

[Biker_Faerie]

Grace slept surprisingly well in her new surroundings and woke up refreshed in the morning. She had a shower then went down for breakfast with Anne and Jack. Anne must have been up for a while as she had already been over to the manor to cook for Sir George before coming back to cook breakfast for the three of them.

Over breakfast Anne asked her how it had gone with Sir George the night before and Grace told them it had been a nice evening and that she'd learned more about what the job entailed. At that point she thought she saw Anne and Jack look at each other but they made no comment. Grace didn't tell them about the confusion over viewing the bedroom though.

When they'd finished breakfast Anne announced that she was going back again to the manor to clean up after Sir George. She suggested to Jack that he show Grace around and Grace was keen to accept the offer. Jack seems particularly proud of his vegetable garden, but Grace who'd grown up in the city and wasn't the best cook kept having to ask what everything was.

"This is all new to me," Grace admitted. "How do you know about it?"

"I grew up on an estate llke this. My father was a gamekeeper," Jack explained.

"So are you a gamekeeper too?"

"No, i joined the army. Two tours of Iraq, Helmand," he said solemnly. " I was pretty fucked up when i came out and then i saw an ad for a driver and general help on a estate. I applied, Sir George interviewed me and offered me the job."

"How did you meet Anne?"

She arrived about the same time as me. Sir George had only just bought the estate. She was a cordon bleu chef who'd worked on a yacht for a Russian oligarch. She'll tell you this herself so i'm not breaking any confidences but she was pretty fucked up too. Drugs are everywhere on these boats and Anne's a pretty wild child when she wants to be. But the war in Ukraine killed all that for the Russians and so she decided it was time for new start Anyway, i guess it was meant to be. We got along and pretty soon we were living together. The rest as they say is history."

"That's kind of romantic," Grace told Jack.

"I guess," Jack chuckled

Other than at a petting zoo Grace had never actually touched a horse before. Jack hoisted her up onto the top rail of the fence but kept an arm around her so that she couldn't fall off. It felt reassuring being enveloped by his strong arms.

Princess was calm but Grace couldn't get over how big she was, close up. She patted the horse and fed it an apple to get in its good books and the horse took it gently out of her palm.

When it was time to go Jack lifted Grace off with ease, but when he put her down he didn't let go of her immediately. She felt herself pressed against this hunk of a man and had no desire to hasten their separation. Anne had felt her pussy the night before and in that moment she'd have let Jack feel it too if he'd wanted, but he was a gentleman.

But what he then said surprised her.

"Do you have a boyfriend," he asked, then added, "or girlfriend."

"No. I don't," Grace replied.

"Well, if ever you need to release some tension then Anne and I would be happy to help out. You'll find that most couplings are pretty consensual around here."

"oh. Er. Thank you," Grace said. Not sure how to reply.

When they got back Anne was there waiting for them and after more tea and a spot of lunch Grace changed to meet Sir George. Anne had laid out another outfit for Grace which Grace quite liked. It mad her feel like an english aristocrat and as she walked over to the main house she wondered what sir George had in store for her.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Avery welcomed Grace at the door. It was still warm, so she had no coat to take. Instead, Sir George took her hand and lifted it up to view her outfit.

“You look lovely,” he said as he had her make a little pirouette so he could see the back as well as the front. “Now, come see the upstairs.”

He led her to the second floor and opened one door after another to show her the six spacious guest rooms. Each had a private en suite toilet and each was well-appointed in a different style. There was a modern one, of course, very modern, and an old-fashioned Victorian room. Mid-century modern was represented, as was the Art Deco period. An Edwardian room and a rustic room completed the set. She noted that another thing they had in common was the presence of an oversized four-poster canopied bed.

Sir George saved the master bedroom for last, and he opened that door with a flourish. Grace was greeted by a room twice the size of the others in the Ars Nouveau style. A four-poster, of course, with head and foot posts, as well as the headboard, carved in the elaborate and intricate floral designs of the period. She was quite impressed by all.

After showing her the details of the room, Avery guided her to a free-standing full length mirror, framed with carvings similar to the bed posts. As Grace viewed herself in the mirror, Sir George stepped behind her and drew a pearl choker from his sports jacket pocket,

“Here’s something to complete your outfit,” he whispered in her ear as he fixed it around her neck.

After he latched it, he let his hands rest on the junctions of her neck and shoulders. He pressed his thumbs lightly into her flesh and softly kissed her nape. Before she could react, he took her hand led her to the stairs.

“Time to go,” he announced as they exited through the front door.

There was a car waiting in the drive, an Aston Martin Vantage . Sir George opened the passenger door for Grace, and then took the driver’s seat.

“A brief tour of the country side and a stop in the village,” he explained as they drove off.

As they rode along, he pointed out the sights and told a bit of the history. Once in the village he parked outside a pub. In they went, and the barmaid cheerfully greeted him.

:Good day, Mary,” he said, and then introduced Grace. “She’s my new assistant,” he added. “She’ll be up here most weekends.”

“Any employee of of Sir George is always welcome here,” she said. “And you might consider coming in for one of our ladies’ nights. Anne always comes for the fun. It’s a real ladies’ night; the gals sit together to chat and eye the men. It’s for the ladies to pick the men they want to chat up. There’s a lot of fun flirting. We do it once a month. Anne can let you know when a date is set.”

Avery and Grace took a table and Mary brought them each a pint. They chatted a bit, and then it was time to head back to the manor. As they reached the car, Sir George handed Grace the key.

“Drive us home, Grace,” he declared, and let himself in the passenger side. “I expect you’ve remembered the route, but if you need directions, just ask.”

When they arrived back, Grace held out the key.

“No, Grace,” he said, "that’s your key. The car is yours to use when you’re here.”

Then he took two more keys from his pocket.

“This one’s the master key for the cottage,” he said as he handed it to her, “and this is the master for the manor house. Now the rest of the day is yours. Have tea with Jack and Anne, dinner too. Early to bed; we’ll be taking the six-thirty-five train to town. Jack will drive us to the station.”

He leaned in and gave her a kss on the cheek.

“I do hope you like it here,” he said, and then turned and went inside.

 

[Biker_Faerie]

It had certainly been an afternoon of surprises for Grace, the largest of which had been the loan of the Aston Martin for when she was staying at the manor. She was in love with the car so much that, after Sir George had left, she took it for another spin on her own just to get more used to it. As she drove, Grace reflected on her good fortune. She had a well paying job, a fancy car to drive around in, a nice apartment, what seemed like a well stocked wardrobe and her meals cooked for her. Life seemed good.

That evening she ate with Anne and Jack who afterwards invited her to come and have a drink with them in their part of the servant's quarters. The apartment was bigger than Grace's but then there were two of them and they did live on the estate permanently.

Jack poured everyone a glass of wine and the three of them sat down on the sofas to talk.

"So, how was your afternoon?" Anne asked.

Grace told them all about how sir George had shown her the estate and the local village and how they'd had a pint in the local pub.

"So you met Mary then," Anne asked.

"Yes she told me to ask you when the next ladies night was."

"Highlight of the month," Anne replied laughing. "It's next Saturday actually. Its just a bit of fun. The chance to flirt and if you're lucky maybe a little more."

"It's been a long time since I've flirted with anyone," Grace admitted. "Or anything else for that matter. I broke up with my ex a year ago but we've been stuck in the same house ever since you see. So its been difficult to move on."

"Oh you poor thing. So you've not had sex in a year?"

"No," said Grace, feeling a bit emotional.

"That's not natural for a woman your age," Anne told her. "Come sit between me and Jack and we'll see what we can do about that."

Grace didn't protest. The past year had been soul destroying and she was ready for some human contact. She sat down on the sofa between Jack and Anne in the space they'd created for her. She didn't resist when Anne moved in to kiss her, nor when she felt hands unbuttoning her blouse and tugging her tweed skirt up around her hips. Then Anne stopped kissing her and handed her over to Jack for his turn. Grace turned to Jelly in his arms, a situation that was made more erotic by Anne getting down on her knees and having pulled Grace's panties off started to suck her pussy.

Grace only lasted a couple of minutes before Anne's expert tongue had brought her to a climax then Anne got up off her knees made way for Jack.

"I think she's ready for you," Anne told him.

Grace was so ready for Jack's meaty cock, although she didn't remember her ex's being that size. It was a squeeze at first but Anne told her to relax and started kissing her again and soon Jack had penetrated her. She orgasmed twice more before Jack emptied his seed into her and then Anne licked it out of her afterwards. Nobody had ever done that before.

"There you'll sleep better now," Anne told her before sharing a last cummy kiss with Grace.

And she was right. Grace slept like a log

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Avery was up early, as usual, for the trip to town. A shower and shave, dressed, and a quick review of his notes and plans for the day, and he and his briefcase were out the door. Over in the cottage, Anne slipped into Grace’s bedroom and woke her with a kiss.

“There’s a new outfit here for you,” she said softly, “and an overnight bag to take some of your own stuff. See you downstairs.”

Jack was downstairs, dressed and eating breakfast. Grace had a croissant and a coffee, and was ready to go when Jack signaled.

“Have a good time in London,” he said and gave her a light kiss on the lips.

Sir George was already at the car, a classic Bentley, when they arrived. Off to the station, a quick goodbye, and Sir George led Grace to his private compartment.

“I’m pleased to see you’re getting along well with Jack and Anne,” he said. “They’re good people.”

He left Grace to look out the window at the passing countryside as he went over his notes for the day. As they approached the city, he packed up his briefcase.

“We’ll be going straight to the office,” he explained. “Margot - you met her when you came for the interview - will give you an orientation tour and introduce you around. She’ll help you settle into your office. It adjoins mine, and there’s two doors, one to the corridor and another to my office. If there’s anything you think you need, tell Margot, and she’ll get it for you. Join me at a quarter to eleven; we need to stop at the bank, and then we’ll have lunch.”

A short cab ride to the office tower, up to their floor, and Avery left her in Margot’s hands.

“We’ll just drop your bag off in your office,” Margot said. And, yes, she was the attractive young woman who’d brought Grace to Sir George’s office for the interview.

A quick tour of the departments and introductions to the staff, and Grace was brought back to her own office. Margot handed her the key, and the codes for the electronic locks to the building and the main door to Avery Wealth Management. Precisely at a quarter of eleven, she knocked on the connecting door and entered Avery’s office.

He was ready to leave, and they soon arrived at the bank. A receptionist ushered them into the manager’s office. Introductions and a bit of light chat, and they got down to business. There were forms for automatic deposit of her salary, and then forms for her corporate credit card and debit card.

“There’s a ten-thousand pound limit on each,” Sir George explained. “For company expenses and personal ones as well. Your business wear will be on account at Harvey Nichols; you can use the cards for anything else you need.”

The paperwork seen to, it was time for lunch. Afterwards Sir George took her to Harvey Nichols.

“Pick out five or six outfits for the office and a couple for the evening,” he informed her. “There be a consultant there to help you out. She’ll offer you a selection that I’ll find appropriate. Feel free to buy some casual wear to your own taste. I’ll see you back at the office.”

Sir George left, then, to return to business.

 

[Biker_Faerie]

Grace woke up from her slumber to find Anne gently prodding her.

"Time to get up," Anne said, otherwise you'll be late.

Anne bent down and, pressing her soft breasts against Grace, kissed her. Grace couldn't help responding and for just a moment thy shared a delicious kiss.

Grace showered quickly, did her hair and make-up then went down for breakfast, Jack was already up and dressed and in a suit for his chauffeuring duties. He sat with Anne who'd cooked him a full english breakfast.

"Thank you for last night," she told both of them. "Honestly i can't tell you how good it felt."

"Any time," Jack chuckled.

"Remember, next Saturday is Ladies night at the Bull," Anne added. "You never know, you might get lucky."

"Anne usually does," Jack added, laughing.

Grace smoothed down her dress when she sat down next to Sir George in the rear seat of the luxury Bentley. It's length however meant that she couldn't help showing a little bit of thigh. But compared to the dress she'd worn on Saturday night it's hemline was positively Victorian.

Jack deposited them both at the station and they caught the fast train into London. They didn't speak much, other than for Sir George to comment on how well she seemed to be settling in with Jack and Anne. Grace hoped she hadn't blushed when she'd told him they'd been very helpful. As they sat in silence watching the countryside go by Grace couldn't help thinking about the previous night and how she'd kissed Anne while Jack fucked her.

Sir George left Grace with Margot for the morning. While Grace had met Margot before she'd only been a potential employee then. Now they were colleagues. Margot was young and impossibly pretty and like most of the staff of Avery Wealth Management, immaculately turned out. This Grace got to see for herself as Margot introduced her around the building.

Along with keys and codes, a man from IT arrived to set up Grace's computers for her. There was an Imac for her office, a macbook Pro for remote working. an ipad for when a macbook was too cumbersome and of course a brand new iphone. All were top of the range and everything was interlinked.

After that there was the bank. Grace was amazed to hear Sir George say she could put personal expenses on her card too. She began to realise that she really had landed on her feet.

Over lunch Sir George told her a a little more about the organisation and answered her questions then he left her at Harvey Nichols with instructions to return to the office when she was done.

The consultant was one of the store's personal shoppers and she was clearly used to busy people with limited time but plenty of money. She had assembled several racks of clothing for Grace to sample. All of the business skirt suits finished above the knee but Grace had the legs for it and having seen what the other secretaries and P.A.s were wearing she knew she wouldn't be out of place. In fact Margot's skirt was so short that if she bent over it left nothing to the imagination.

The only way to describe the evening wear Sir George had specified was, 'revealing', however. There really wasn't another word for it. But it was all haute couture and Sir George had already explained that he wanted her 'on display' so to speak. Then there was the lingerie, there was plenty of that, and finally some casual clothes. Grace wasn't sure where it should all be delivered but the consultant said she would take care of it.

Then, finally, it was back to the office and presumably then on to Sir George's town house. Grace was looking forward to seeing what that was like and also what her accommodation in it would be.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Grace returned to the office just before four. She’d barely settled in at her desk when there was a light rapping at the door. “Yes,” Grace called, and an attractive young woman entered, pushing a cart. Grace was sure she hadn’t met her earlier.

“I’m Alison, Ms. James,” she announced. “I’m the tea girl.”

She went on to offer Grace tea and scones explaining that she makes the rounds every day, and stays after five to clean up. Grace took her tea and thanked the girl. The break felt good after the afternoon of shopping, but even then she looked over some of the programs on her computer. At five Sir George came in through the connecting door.

“Time to go, Grace,” he declared. “We’ll go to the townhouse and get you settled in.”

A short cab ride, and they climbed the few steps to the front door. Her boss opened the lock with a combination. Inside were her parcels from Harvey Nichols and another door. Sir George opened that lock with a key. “Basic security,” he explained; “I’ll give you a combination and a key later.”

The townhouse was, as could be expected, very well appointed. The first level featured a spacious sitting room with fireplace, a relatively small dining room, a kitchen, and a combination study and office. The upper level was taken by Sir George’s enormous bedroom and a loft-type room that was to be Grace’s. There was an over sized four-poster bed, armoire and dresser, a small sitting area, a small workplace, and a kitchenette with table and chairs. Sir George left Grace to take care if her wardrobe and things, inviting her to the study when she was finished.

“I’ve fixed drinks for us,” he noted as she entered and took a seat opposite him. “If there’s anything you need here, arrange it yourself or give your request to , and she’ll see to it..”

Some chat about the house and such, with Sir George explaining that the lower level housed a large and a small meeting room. She could check it out whenever she wished. Then they off for a light dinner and back to the study.

“We’re having dinner with a client tomorrow,” he said as they sat with drinks. He’s the CEO of a Nigerian oil company, and is looking to make an initial investment with us of twenty-five million pounds. One of his wives will be with him, and so I need you as a companion. I’d be very interested in your assessment at the end of the evening.”

After a bit of discussion, Sir George asked her to model the cocktail dresses she had bought so he could pick which one he wanted her to wear.

 

[Biker_Faerie]

Grace was amused when Alison turned up with the tea trolley. She'd thought that afternoon tea in the work place had gone out fifty years ago with bowler hats and umbrellas. She'd certainly never experienced it in any of the other firms she worked at. But it was a quaint nod to a bygone era and it put a smile on her face. Although she was sure that back in the day none of the tea ladies would have been as attractive as Alison. It seemed odd the such a pretty young thing would be doing such a menial task as serving tea and scones.

At five, Sir George surprised her by coming through the connecting door between their offices. There was no knock and she hadn't been expecting him to just walk in. She made a mental note to take care what she did in the office for fear of being caught out.

They caught a taxi to Sir George's Town house which had a view over Regent's Park. The layout was functonal rather than traditional and she was surprised to find that there was no live in housekeeper, like there had been at the manor. But then Sir George didn't seem to have a driver in London either although she'd found out that the company did have a pool of drivers used to ferry senior staff to appointments and functions.

She was pleased with her loft style space. It was self contained and had a superb view of the park. Sir George's bedroom was the other side of the floor but she hadn't seen inside that.

Although there was a kitchen, they ate out that evening at a small local restaurant then Sir George invited her to have a drink with him before turning in. It was then that he explained that he would be meeting a potential investor the following night and required her company. The way Sir George said 'one of his wives' suggested that the investor had several but that only one would be present.

When he asked to see the evening dresses she'd bought that day, Grace agreed and went up to change. She was getting more used to the idea of being on display and of Sir George deciding what she would wear.

There were three dresses in total

The first was a little black dress

The second a strapless red number

She saved what she thought was the best until last, which was a rather daring burgundy split sided dress where the split ended teasingly high on hip

Sir George had studied each dress with interest, complimenting her and encouraging her to show herself off to him. With time for changing it had taken the best part of an hour to get through all three dresses and now Grace awaited Sir George's decision with anticipation.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

“All of them are beautiful on you, Grace,” Avery declared as Grace took a final twirl in the burgundy dress; “that one will be perfect for tomorrow night. Just one thing. I’d like a sexier walk.”

He rose and stepped over to Grace, showing her how he wanted her to walk, placing one foot in a straight line with the other, like models do. He had her make a few trips across the room and back to practice.

“You can practice at the office tomorrow,” he said, “but if you find it awkward or uncomfortable, then walk your usual way.”

He sat, and motioned for Grace to sit as well. “Keep the dress on; I do like how you look in it.”

As they sat, Grace commented on the tea service at work. Sir George laughed.

“It’s something we just introduced this year,” he explained. “Working in investments - at any level - can be highly stressful. Combine that with the commute home, and it’s even worse. So we had a staff meeting to consider how to deal with it all. With the exchange closing at 4:30, it meant people rushing to finish the day to leave at five, and often having to stay later. We decided to take our own action, and close our trading at three. A ‘skeleton crew’ of rotating staff would cover the market to closing while everyone else would have an hour to finish up their day’s work. Then tea time to unwind before facing the commute. It’s worked quite well, so we’re staying with it. Staff can take tea at their desks or join others in the staff lounge.”

“And we’ll probably need it tomorrow,” Avery continued with a laugh. “It’s a significant investment, and we have to follow due diligence to ensure the money is legal. Some countries and regions are always checked thoroughly, and now, with Russia sanctioned, the oligarchs are using these channels to bypass the sanctions. The Balkans are prime candidates, even before now, and the Russians also use West African businesses to funnel their funds. That area has been known for dirty money. We’ll have a full report on the money trail in the morning, and we’ll have the day to go over it. We’ll be dining with Damilola Oduwole, the fifty-year old CEO, and Folaki Idowu, his twenty-year old third wife. I’d like for us to pay close attention to him, and compare notes afterwards.”

Sir George finished his drink and took a last look at Grace sitting in her new dress.

“Time now for bed,” he announced as he rose and took Grace’s hand.

Upstairs, and he stopped outside her door, still holding her hand. He faced her and cupped her cheek in his free hand.

“I think we’re going to work quite well together,” he said after a long, penetrating gaze into her eyes.

His fingers slid down from her cheek and wrapped gently around her neck. A little tilt of her head, and he leaned in and kissed her on the lips. Lightly at first, but growing firmer until their lips opened. His tongue slipped out and stroked over her lips, giving him his first taste of his new hire.

He broke the kiss, and released her neck and her hand.

“Good night, Grace,” he said softly as he turned towards his room.

A half a step, and he stopped, turning back towards her.

“Oh,” he exclaimed, “if you want anything, my door will be open.”

With that, he tugged on a strap of her dress, untying it, and headed off for a shower.

 

[Biker_Faerie]

It had actually been quite fun trying on the dresses and Sir George had made her giggle as he explained to her how he wanted her to walk. It hadn’t come naturally and she felt a bit silly doing it at first but she got the hang of it and promised she’d practice for him.

The story about having tea in the afternoon was an interesting one. It showed a compassionate side to Sir George and his company. A cynic might argue that it was just a tool to boost morale and staff retention and that happy staff were productive staff, but Grace chose believe it was because he cared about them.

Grace listened to Sir George as he talked about the Nigerian oil CEO. It was hard not to assume that the guy was dodgy simply because of where he came from. But being dodgy wasn’t necessarily a crime, while money laundering and sanction busting were. Grace was interested to know more about how they did their due diligence and asked Sir George if she’d be able to look at the report in the morning.

Then came the awkward moment on the landing outside their respective rooms. When they turned to say goodnight to each other, Sir George had cupped her face in his hand then, looking into her eyes, had told her how he thought they were going to work well together. Uncertain how to respond, Grace told him, "Thank you. I'm looking forward to it"

It was then that he moved his hand down to her neck and kissed her. She could have pursed her lips together tightly and stopped him, but she didn't and instead she allowed him to progress. Grace put her hand on his waist to steady herself as she felt his tongue slip into her mouth, dancing against hers. Her heart was beating fast with a mixture of both fear and excitement.

And then it was over. It had only lasted a moment really. As he left, Sir George casually undid one of the straps on her dress. The material fell down, not quite fully exposing her breast. Grace waited for him to undo the other but he didn't. It was as if he'd just been testing her.

In the security of her own room Grace tried to not only make sense of what had happened but also her reaction. She could have stopped Sir George if she'd wanted to, but she hadn't. She then tried to separate the person from the act. If it had been Jack who'd kissed she wouldn't have thought twice about it, even though she'd be kissing another woman's man. As far as she knew, Sir George was single and not unattractive in a distinguished sort of way and she was a free agent after all. But he was also her boss of course, and old enough to be her father too.

Grace wondered if it was just her that had been singled out for attention. What about Anne she wondered? Anne had spent a lot of time alone at the mansion with Sir George. But why stop there, what about Margot and her impossibly short office skirts, heck what about Alison the tea lady.

There were too many questions and absolutely no answers. Grace would have to wait and see. One thing she did know however was that now that she'd had a taste of new life; the cars, the clothes, the money, the sex even, she didn't want to go back to her old one.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Grace and Sir George were both up early for a quick cup of coffee and a croissant for breakfast.

“I take it all was well for you last night,” he enquired; “you didn’t seem to want for anything. My offer still stands, though. If there’s anything I can do for you, my bedroom door will be open.”

A cab ride to work, and Margot was waiting for them, two manilla folders in hand.

“Good morning Sir George,” she said as she handed him one of the folders. “Here’s the Nigerian investment report.”

“And here’s your copy, Ms. James,” she said as she handed a folder to Grace.

Her eyes focused on Grace’s as she smile, and her hand lingered on Grace’s as she handed her the folder. She followed Grace into her office while Avery went into his.

“I just wanted to say I’m very glad Sir George hired you,” she said. “I reviewed all the applicants, and you were by far the most interesting and appealing. Perhaps we can have tea together some afternoon.”

She leaned towards Grace and gave her a light, but warm - very warm - kiss on the cheek.

“‘Til then,” she said cheerfully as she exited through the connecting door to Sir George’s office, offering a little toss of her impossibly short skirt as she left.

Most of the morning was spent going over the file. The entire official paper trail was there, along with some highlights for transactions that might be questionable.. At about half past ten, Avery called Grace into his office.

“The Foreign Office have compiled a file on our investor. I need you to go over to pick it up. It is highly classified,” he told her. “Margot has arranged a company car for you. The chauffeur will meet you at the elevator in the parking garage. She’s also sent our photo and signature to them for verification when you arrive.. I’ll have a lunch delivered for us so we can review the file while we eat.”

The paper trail seemed to be in order, though Sir George still felt uncomfortable. It was a large sum for the CEO of a moderate-sized oil company to have available for personal investment. He was writing some notes on transactions for further verification when Margot knocked and entered.

“Grace is on her way, Sir George,” she said; “I’ve come to take your order for lunch.”

She was holding an old-fashioned steno pad and a pencil. Stepping up to her boss, she tugged the rolling chair away from his desk, spun him to the side, and sat down on his lap.

“I ready to take dictation, Sir,” she said coyly.

Avery laughed. “That’s an old joke,” he said.

“But still fun,” Margot replied. “Now, you’re the dictator. Start dictating.”

He gave her an order for a light lunch for himself and his PA.

“Any other orders, Sir,” she asked with a giggle.

“Yes, Miss Adams,” he replied laughing. “My pants seem a tad tight in the crotch. Do something about it.”

“I’ll do my best, Sir,” she said smartly, then promptly got up, knelt down in front of Avery, unzipped him, and pulled out his cock.

“I think this is the problem, Sir,” she observed. “It’s a bit stiff and needs softening.”

She wrapped her hand around it, licked the tip, and then slid her lips slowly over it.

“I’m afraid it seems to be getting stiffer, Sir,” she said as she lifted her head from his lap.

“Perhaps it needs to get stiffer before it can soften, Miss Adams.” he proposed.

“I’ll see what I can do, Sir,” Margot offered.

Her head bobbed up and down, her lips tight around his shaft, her mouth sucking on his glans, until suddenly she gagged. A gulp and a swallow, and she left his cock to catch her breath.

“No wonder it was stiff, Sir,” she explained. “It must have been stuffed with all this thick creamy stuff.”

She licked a drop of cum from her lower lip and then proceeded to lick Sir George’s cock clean.

“There you go, Sir,” she said as she put his organ back in his pants. “I think it’ll be alright now.”

“Thank you, Miss Adams,” Avery replied as Margot headed towards the door.

They both laughed.

“You’re quite welcome, Sir George,” she declared. “I’ll order your lunch now.”

She closed the door behind her, and Avery went back to the file and awaited Grace’s return.

 

[Biker_Faerie]

When Grace and Sir George arrived on Tuesday morning, Avery Wealth Management was a hive of activity it seemed, with everyone working on verifying the Nigerian investor opportunity. Margot handed them both a copy of the investment report and then Sir George disappeared into his office to digest it.

"I'd better go read this," Grace told Margot as she headed for her own office only to find that Margot followed her into it.

“I just wanted to say I’m very glad Sir George hired you,” she said. “I reviewed all the applicants, and you were by far the most interesting and appealing. Perhaps we can have tea together some afternoon.”

"I'd really like that" Grace told Margot, adding conspiratorially, "Then you can tell me all the office Gossip."

"I'd be happy to," Margot chuckled.

Then, totally unexpectedly the young woman leaned in and gave Grace a kiss on the cheek. She smelled delicious and Grace was distracted for a moment. Clumsily she reached out to touch Margot but Margot's skirt was so short that Grace's hand went underneath it and came to rest on the girl's hip.

"I'm sorry. I er didn't mean to," Grace said flustered.

"It's ok," Margot responded, taking Grace's hand in her own and briefly pressing it against her pussy.

“‘Til then,” she said cheerfully as she exited through the connecting door to Sir George’s office, offering a little toss of her impossibly short skirt as she left.

When Sir George called Grace into his office and told her she needed to go to the Foreign Office to collect a document, Grace was glad to be given a real task. She took the elevator down the the parking garage where a rather handsome chauffeur was waiting for her.

"Ms James?" he asked. "I'm Mark, your chauffeur."

"Pleased to meet you Mark," Grace replied.

Mark held the door for her as she got into the car. The skirt of her new suit was shorter than she was used to and she couldn't help showing some thigh as she sat down. Mark pretended not to notice, but from his vantage point holding the door for her he must have seen everything.

The London traffic was busy and the journey slow which allowed her and Mark time to talk.

"You're new here Ms. James," he began

"I started on Monday, but please call me Grace."

"I can in private, but in public it has to be Ms. Adams."

"Ok." Grace acknowledged. "Have you worked here long?"

"Two years. I actually got the job through someone you've probably met. Jack."

"Oh yes," Grace said, surprised.

"We served together."

"I see. He and Anne both seem like nice people."

"Jack's solid and he's definitely landed on his feet alright with Anne," Mark said with a slight chuckle.

"Do you keep in touch, what with him being out in the country?"

"I drive Sir George back to his estate every now and then. If he needs to come back the next day then I'll stay over with them in the servants quarters and we catch up."

"I'll definitely tell them I met you when i see them next."

Mark waited with the car while Grace negotiated the Whitehall bureaucracy to release the documents to her, then they drove back to the city. Back at the office, Mark parked the car outside the elevator in the parking garage, got out and opened the door for her.

"Thank you, Mark," she told him. "It was nice meeting you and i'll be sure to remember you to Jack."

"It was a pleasure driving you Ms. James. I hope to see you again soon."

Grace rushed back to the office and walked into Margot's office holding the folder of documents.

"He's expecting you," Margot told her. "Go straight in."

 

[Tio_Narratore]

“Ah, you’re back,” Sir George exclaimed as he rose from behind his desk. “I hope you enjoyed the ride. The company cars and drivers are for company business only. We don’t use them for regular commuting; even I take cabs. If anyone is working late, though, they can use a car and driver to speed their trip home.”

He motioned towards a small meeting table at the side wall of the office.

“Let’s see what they’ve sent us,” he said as they sat opposite each other.

He and Grace opened their envelopes and silently read the report.

“Graduated from LSE, I see,” noted Sir George. “Had quite the reputation as a playboy, too.”

“Yes,” agreed Grace. “He seems to have had a bottomless money basket. It says he had a collection of West African art objects that he’d sell a piece of every now and then. That would explain his wealth.”

“And his father was in the Nigerian Foreign Service,” Avery added. “And our investor was seen leaving the embassy with a parcel or two every month.”

“Perhaps his life style was funded by contraband art,” Grace opined. “I think that’s worth looking into. It could also help explain the twenty-five million he has to invest.”

Their lunch arrived, and after a quick meal, they resumed their review of Damilola Oduwole. Grace returned to her office to go over everything so she’d be focused at dinner, and to note the things she shouldn’t let Mr. Oduwole know they knew about him. About ten minutes before four, Alison knocked and then let herself in.

“I’ve been told you’ll be having tea with Sir George,” she said. “I decided to come a bit early to see you. You’re new here, and haven’t gotten to know everyone, but I do know them all. I know everyone thinks accountants are really dull and boring people, but it isn’t always true. Take Ellis, he’s an accountant, but he’s a real playful party animal. And he’s got the biggest toy to play with that I’ve ever seen, even in porn flics. It must be over a foot long when it’s hard, and it’s nice and thick too. Of course, if you swing the other way, I’m available, too. Why don’t you join us for tea in the lounge some time?”

Alison noted it was time to get into the boss’s office, and so they joined Sir George.

“I see you’ve met Ms. Harwood,” Avery said to Grace as he greeted the two women. “She’s a student at LSE and applied for the part-time tea girl post when we advertised it. Three pm to six, so it didn’t interfere with her lectures. I’m sure she wanted the job at first thinking she’d get inside information for her honours paper, but now she tells me she’d very much like to work here when she completes her degree.”

Alison blushed, and Avery smiled as he sent her on.

“The others will all be waiting for their tea,” he said as she headed to the main door.

“Now, Grace,” he said as he sat again at the table, “Let’s unwind a bit before we go home to get ready for dinner.”

Grace joined him, again taking the seat opposite.

“First, though, a point about your hiring.” He leaned a bit towards her as he spoke. “Your previous employer - the one you left to become a data entry clerk - advised us not to hire you because of your - and I quote - ‘perverted sexual behaviour.’ He gave me the details, and, I’m afraid, I gave him a bit of a dressing down, knocked the piss right out of him. I told him the one who should have been cashiered was the self-important fool who bragged about it. Yes, Grace, you were being black balled, but we’d have none of it at Avery Wealth Management. Here, what employees do with each other is their business. All we demand is that there be respect.”

He sat back and sipped his tea.

“So, tell me, what’s on your mind about the job and the company? Any questions you’ve thought of now that you’re here?”