Page 69 of Making Home with You

“I won’t,” I insist and I know I should just shut up because the more I talk the more he gets turned on by my inability to submit to him.

This has become a game to him and I am his latest conquest.

“I won’t fire you, Sarah and you won’t quit, so eventually I’ll win.And when your perfect pink mouth is wrapped around my dick I’ll remind you of this conversation.”

I can’t listen to him anymore, my stomach churning with bile as I exit his office and find a small bit of solace behind my own desk.

The tears come fast but silent as I brush them away with my trembling hand, and all I keep thinking is that no job is worth this.No job is worth risking my safety, my sanity or my self-esteem, and I decide I’m going to quit.

But I don’t, because I’m hit with a sudden realization that if I leave, some other girl falls into my place and this grotesque cycle continues.I won’t be the reason this happens to someone else.

I’m going to be the reason it doesn’t.

I think back to Lauren, the polished sales girl with the designer wardrobe and fat paycheck.The one who advised me to just let Andrew have his way with me, but fuck her.I’m not that girl and the money and the status and the title mean nothing to me if I didn’t earn it.

But as I sit here thinking about Lauren and her unearned high-level position, I recall the tiny blonde in Andrew’s office a few weeks back.Her face is one I’d recognize anywhere because as I watched her squirm out of Andrew’s grip, the fear in her eyes was tangible.It’s something that is burned into my brain because her face is exactly what I imagine mine looks like when confronted with Andrew.

I have no idea who she is or what division she works for, but I will find her.

And for the rest of the day, that’s exactly what I do.

It takes me nearly four and half hours to find her, but when I do I slam my hands down on my desk and shout out a loud “yes”, hoping that slimy dildo hears me.

I used the company’s directory and literally clicked on every single name, in every single department of a massive corporation until I found her.

Eliza Anderson.

She’s an admin in the billing and accounting department.She has a degree in accounting from the College of the Holy Cross and right now, despite my complete lack of religious upbringing, I’m praying like fuck that her Catholic lifestyle isn’t the only reason she won’t blow Andrew.

I need someone on my side, someone who sees him for exactly what he is: a manipulative, power-hungry, self-absorbed pervert.

And as much as I hate this fucker, I hate to call him a rapist because that means it’s gone far beyond just harassing.

I make a memory of her floor and head immediately to the elevators, passing Andrew’s office with its tightly drawn blinds and dim lights and I wonder if he’s got some other poor unsuspecting new girl in there with him.

The elevator doors swing open on the twenty-second floor and I walk right up to the admin sitting at the front desk.

“Can I help you?”she asks, her tone bored and slightly unwelcoming.

“I’m looking for Eliza Anderson,” I say, glancing around and leaning to see the numbers on the doors in the hallway to the right of me.

“You’ll have to give me a second, I’m just a temp.”She then pulls out a list of employees and runs her finger up and down, and I shake my head, letting out an annoyed huff.

Her last name is Anderson and the list in alphabetical order.Fuck me, it’s no wonder she’s just a temp.

I lean over the desk and point to Eliza’s name on the list, sliding my finger to her office number.

“One-ten,” I say not waiting for the temp to give me the number and I start down the corridor without even thanking her.

The office directory didn’t have a number listed for her and a part of me wonders if she was just placed in a cubicle prior to landing a legit office space.Maybe Andrew already got to her and she’s sitting in her plush new office not giving a shit that she had to suck his dick to get there.

When I reach her office, I rap gently on the door and a voice calls for me to come in, and when I do I’m more disappointed than I ever thought.The high I felt just moments earlier comes crashing down and I feel like my legs won’t be able to keep me standing.

The woman behind the desk is not Eliza.

“I… I…I’m sorry,” I stutter out.“I’m looking for Eliza Anderson.”

“Oh, this used to be her office.She quit last week.I’m just filling in,” the woman says, shrugging her shoulders.