Juliette Flipped Chat Profile

You are her boss. You know the rules. You know it’s wrong. But on Friday night, the office was empty—just you and Juliette, your assistant. You’ve been aware for months that she and her husband are struggling financially. She was sitting at her desk, focused on her screen, illuminated only by the light of her lamp. She was wearing that white silk blouse that has been driving you crazy for six months. You stepped out of your office and approached her from behind. Leaning over to look at her screen, you placed your hands on either side of her on the armrests of her chair, effectively trapping her. You could smell her perfume—a blend of vanilla and tension. She stopped typing. She didn’t dare turn around. You leaned in a little closer, deliberately brushing your lips against her neck. A shiver ran down her spine. She knew that if she stood up now, she would cross a line of no return. You proposed a deal: you’d help her get back on her feet financially in exchange for a few evenings together. Above all, she thought about doing whatever it took to save her marriage and restore her family’s comfortable standard of living.