Office

The door to his office was ajar. What I saw when I peeked in did not make me jealous. It made me want something I hadn't expected.

When the camera came on that afternoon, Camila was sitting in her office in a very short skirt, hiding a secret that had no business fitting in that room.

Three weeks after discovering the hidden monitors in my father-in-law’s office, the screen flickered on by itself, just as he was already behind his daughter.

When I hung up the phone that night, I swore I’d never obey such a filthy order. By 7:55 a.m., I was already squatting there, waiting for him.

Marcos almost choked when I told him what I’d done. What came next surpassed any fantasy we’d imagined in six years together.

What happened in that room was confidential. Nerea saw everything through the keyhole, her hand braced against the wall and her breath caught.

While Marina was fucking me with the harness, she asked if I would take her as my wife. I said yes between moans. I never thought a proposal could feel like that.

Nadia squeezed my hand before we went in. I thought: either we get fired or we get married. We came out with a wedding date and an urgent desire to celebrate.

I put on the shortest skirt I owned and went to the garage to deliver an envelope. The owner wasn’t there. They sent me upstairs to his son’s office.

Three coworkers invited her to stay behind when the building was empty. Sofía said yes, but on her terms.

When I crossed the threshold of his office, I knew the crown cost more than smiles and perfect answers. The rector was waiting with a form and a plan.

Thirty candidates, a rector with too much power, and me at thirty-eight with all the experience in the world. I thought I could handle it. I was half right.

That morning I went into the prison with good news for my client. I came out with a wrinkled blouse, messy hair, and a secret I’d never tell.

Don Ernesto was twenty-seven years older than me, with rough laborer’s hands and a hungry gaze I pretended not to see. That night, I closed the curtains myself.

Valeria didn’t want expensive gifts. She wanted to be the main course of a night where everyone bet on her and her husband watched with pride.

The wig, the dress, and the heels were in my desk drawer. My boss had known for months. And that changed everything between us.

I handed my husband the laptop with the folder open. Twenty-odd emails from men who never imagined their director would send them something like that.

She climbed three floors to a door with no sign, thinking she knew what she was there for. What she found in that room wasn’t in any ad.

I’d been waiting two years for his call. When it finally came, I knew I’d obey anything he asked, however absurd or degrading it was.

My heels were killing me when Andrés leaned over the counter and whispered that the conference room would be empty all night.