Secretary enslaved

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"I don't see that you have much choice, Miss Jones," Alex Hazen said, leaning back into the heavily-padded, monstrous swivel chair behind his desk.

The chair was made of rich black leather and it's back reached high up over her boss' head, reminding Sharon of a seat for some stem judge who might slap her into chains. The frightened young woman squirmed uncomfortably in a small chair at the front of the massive oak desk.

"Mr. Hazen," she said emphatically, straining to show her honesty with her voice, "I promise you, I didn't have anything to do with the money that's missing, no matter what you or anybody else might think!"

"Look," Mr. Hazen said, leaning forward and dropping his hands to the desk. "There's no sense in arguing about it, because my office manager confirms that it's true. Miss Lentz says she gave you the locked box with two-hundred dollars in it to put away and when she checked it later, the money was gone. She went through your desk while you were at break, and she found the missing key to the box in your top drawer."

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