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[vc_row][vc_column][vc_custom_heading text=”Prospero part one”][\/vc_column][\/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]Jessica Whitehead was angry, she was as furious as only a tall, statuesque redhead could be. What the hell was going on? It wasn\u2019t as if she\u2019d been away a long time. She\u2019d extended her two week summer vacation by just one week. She\u2019d known about the proposed take-over of course, but as she understood it that wasn\u2019t even definite. Now, a mere three weeks after she\u2019d  left the building, workmen were actually in the process of changing the name on the front of it! Seren Systems was no more it seemed, the concept that she\u2019d given the last three years of her for was now apparently abandoned. She marched up the stairs to the building and waved her ID card at the door. Nothing happened and she had to brake hard to prevent herself crashing into the non-sliding glass door. Oh my God, they\u2019d changed the login key to the main door without informing her! How absolutely dare they?<\/p>\n

Angrily she pressed the door buzzer repeatedly.<\/p>\n

\u201cGood morning, Prospero Communications how may I help you?\u201d asked the disembodied voice.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou can help me by opening this bloody door!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWho are you please Ma\u2019am?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m Jessica bloody Whitehead you fool, let me in this instant!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m very sorry Ma\u2019am; I can\u2019t let you in without the proper authority.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat? Who the hell are you? I\u2019m a director of the company and I demand that you let me in immediately!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMy name\u2019s Kyla Ma\u2019am. I\u2019m very sorry but I can\u2019t let you in through this door unless either your ID card works or you\u2019re on the list that I have in front of me. Mr Taylor has impressed upon me that there can be no exceptions Ma\u2019am.\u201d<\/p>\n

Now she was even more confused, who the hell was this Kyla? More pertinently who was Mr Taylor? There were no male senior managers at Seren and never had been. She guessed that he was something to do with Prospero Communications, whoever the hell they were. She\u2019d certainly never heard of them. Momentarily she considered kicking the glass door as hard as she could until they had to let her in until she remembered that she was wearing a particularly expensive pair of Balenciaga heels.<\/p>\n

\u201cHow do propose I get into the building Kyla? Considering I can\u2019t work unless I can get to my desk. My desk on the eighth floor.\u201d She added the last bit to impress upon the new girl that she indeed was a senior executive.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThere\u2019s an employee entrance around the back Ma\u2019am. If you go there and knock, I\u2019m sure they\u2019ll do all they can to help you.\u201d<\/p>\n

It took all Jessica\u2019s immense willpower not to stand and shriek at the inanimate box she was speaking into. Employee\u2019s entrance, what the God damned fuck was going on? Almost crying with rage she made her away around the side of the building and found the only door. She pushed against it and found it was locked. This was too much; angrily she took out her mobile. Why didn\u2019t she think of this earlier? She\u2019d simply call one of the girls to come down and let her. Taking a deep breath she scrolled through her contacts and called the first one she came to, Annabelle. The empty hum on the line confused her at first. Perhaps Annabelle had changed her phone? But how could she as they all had business phones? Quickly she tried the next one, Belinda. The same empty humming noise greeted her. With a sinking feeling she tried her sister\u2019s number, with the same result. Her phone she realised couldn\u2019t make outgoing calls.<\/p>\n

Resignedly she banged on the locked door. Nothing happened for a minute and then it was slowly opened by a scruffy looking older man armed with a clipboard and pen.<\/p>\n

\u201cName?\u201d he asked in a bored sort of way.<\/p>\n

\u201cWho the hell are you?\u201d demanded Jessica angrily.<\/p>\n

Slowly the man looked her up and down. \u201cI may ask the same of you, young missy.\u201d<\/p>\n

Jessica couldn\u2019t help but stare at his unshaven face with open-jawed bewilderment. She was so confused that she forgot to be angry. This was a whole new situation for her. She\u2019d always been able to intimidate men of any age, even as a young child. She was tall and quite striking looking and this allied to her superior brain \u2013power meant she was quite used to getting her own way. This shabby -looking old man seemed quite impervious however. Nothing in her formidable armoury had really prepared her for indifference. She\u2019d always been top of the class, her wealthy parents had been happy to pay for tutors and good private schools. Lots and lots of hard work had brought good exam results and then a good university. A decent degree had then brought her to the notice of Madeleine Fox and Serena Systems. Her Maths degree had secured her a post in the Finance decision and from then on it had been plain sailing. The several years of female led government had resulted in very pro-feminine business conditions. Serena Systems had benefited enormously from their business connections with other female-dominated businesses, and business had been booming.<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know who you are, but my name\u2019s Jessica Whitehead I\u2019m a director at Seren systems.\u201d<\/p>\n

Reluctantly the man consulted his list by running a grimy finger down it. \u201cWhitehead, Whitehead, Whitehead. I don\u2019t have a Jessica on my list.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat? You must have!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI have a Jessy Whitehead, that\u2019s all.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cJessy? Well I suppose that must be me and that someone\u2019s made a mistake.\u201d Jessy? That brought back memories, it was what her parents used to call her. It was the pet name her younger sister still used as well.<\/p>\n

She made to push by him but he had the nerve to step over and block her path. He was so close to her that she could smell his slightly acidic, unwashed odour.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhere do you think you\u2019re going missy? You can\u2019t just barge in here. I\u2019m going to need to see some ID.\u201d<\/p>\n

Jessica resisted the urge to throw her laminated card at his ugly face and simply handed it to him.<\/p>\n

He looks at it suspiciously for a few seconds. \u201cI suppose it might be you. You\u2019ve put on a few pounds haven\u2019t you?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThank you.\u201d She replied with just a hint of sarcasm.\u201dAnd now, if you don\u2019t mind…\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHold on missy, you\u2019re going to need to sign the late register. You\u2019re over an hour late by the clock.\u201d<\/p>\n

She didn\u2019t even bother asking. All she wanted to do now was to make her way upstairs and to find out what the hell was going on. Without reading the form she scrawled her illegible signature across it.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd the time sheet young lady, you mustn\u2019t forget that.\u201d<\/p>\n

She scrawled her name again.<\/p>\n

\u201cPut down 9.17.\u201d<\/p>\n

She realised that he was serious. He\u2019d make her sign a timesheet! Realising she was free to go she made her way up to reception. As she approached the lift she was aware of a figure sat at a desk. Wasn\u2019t there something familiar about her? She walked over, oh my God it was Michaela Davies! What the hell was she doing on the reception desk?<\/p>\n

\u201cMichaela…w…what are you doing? Why are you on reception? Why are you dressed like that?\u201d<\/p>\n

The intern, normally a most stylish young woman, was wearing a plain white, nylon blouse with the two top buttons undone. That was mad by the fact that the blouse seemed almost translucent and at least a size too small, even for a girl as modestly endowed as Michaela. She was also wearing way too much make-up for a woman her age and her shiny, blonde hair was tied up in a high pony-tail with a bright-blue ribbon. She looked up shamefaced at Jessica.<\/p>\n

\u201cHi, Miss Whitehead. I…I\u2019m not supposed to chat with visitors. C…can we talk later maybe? They\u2019re waiting for you on the eighth. You\u2019ll have to use the stairs I\u2019m afraid.\u201d Silently she pointed to the far corner of the hall.<\/p>\n

Worried more than angry now, Jessica quickly climbed the stairwell up to the director\u2019s floor. At least she\u2019d get some answers up here. Once again the doors were all locked and she had to be buzzed in. The first door she arrived at wasn\u2019t Madeleine Fox\u2019s any more. The new logo read \u2018Mr C.T Taylor, CEO\u2019. Impatiently she pushed and went in. As she did, three heads turned almost simultaneously to look at her. Three unfamiliar, male heads.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat are you doing up here, girl? Are you lost?\u201d Asked one of them rudely.<\/p>\n

For a minute she couldn\u2019t answer, she just stood and looked around. The room was clearly the same dimension as when she left, but somehow it was completely different. Where were the inspirational feminist quotes that used to hang on the walls? Where were the pot plants? Where was Madeleine\u2019s desk? Where was Madeleine for that matter?<\/p>\n

\u201cWell?\u201d asked the man.<\/p>\n

\u201cI…I\u2019m…\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI know who you are, Miss Whitehead. Please take a seat.\u201d A tall, handsome, well-dressed older gentleman, apparently the leader of the little group, ushered her to a wooden chair in front of a large, tidy desk.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m Charles Taylor, Miss Whitehead; please take a seat it\u2019s so good to meet you at last. You\u2019ve been away I understand?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cErm…yes I\u2019ve been in Italy for a couple of weeks.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHow very pleasant for you, did you have an enjoyable time?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, yes thank you.\u201d This all seemed so surreal; chatting to a man she\u2019d never met before about her summer vacation.<\/p>\n

\u201cExcellent, Miss Whitehead. But now you\u2019re home and must be wondering exactly what\u2019s going on, I assume?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cY…yes…exactly. Where\u2019s Madeleine, why are you sat at her desk?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh Maddie\u2019s around somewhere isn\u2019t she, Nigel?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI imagine she\u2019s in the building somewhere, Charles.\u201d Answered the shorter blonde man who\u2019d spoken so rudely to her.<\/p>\n

\u201cCharles, if you could just explain to her. She looks awfully vague, a bit like a poor little fish that\u2019s just been landed\u201d requested the third man in the room. <\/p>\n

A poor little fish? She certainly didn\u2019t recall ever being referred to as a poor little anything in her life. Who were these people?<\/p>\n

. Even the forbidding  Charles Taylor smiled at that. \u201cWell, Miss Whitehead it does seem that a lot has happened since you\u2019ve been away doesn\u2019t it? First, as you can see Serena Systems is I\u2019m afraid, no more, Mrs Fox simply couldn\u2019t resist the generous offer from my Company for her little outfit.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLittle outfit? We turned over 40 million pounds in the last financial year!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAs I said before being rudely interrupted, Miss Whitehead, a little amateurish outfit. A business that will be run properly and profitably for probably the first time.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI resent that very much, Mr Taylor. Serena was a well-run, profitable business as you well know.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cReally, Miss Whitehead? Do you think so? I would say that Serena Systems earned less than half what it should have earned over the last three years.\u201d<\/p>\n

Jessica blushed hotly. \u201cOnce again I reject entirely what you\u2019re saying.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou reject what I\u2019m saying Miss Whitehead because you personal deficiencies as CFO have robbed the company of hundreds of thousands of pounds. It\u2019s a situation that will have to be rectified.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHow do you mean, rectified?\u201d Asked Jessica angrily. \u201cWhat is there to rectify? Serena Systems made year on year profits. \u201c<\/p>\n

Charles Taylor smiled paternally. I see from your file that you\u2019re a barely qualified accountant, Miss Taylor. But even you should know the difference between turnover, of which you\u2019re so proud, and profit, about which you appear to be woefully ignorant.\u201d<\/p>\n

Jessica blushed to the roots of her very expensively styled hair. \u201cHow absolutely dare you!?\u201d Was this man insane? Nobody had ever suggested to her that she was anything less than perfect, never mind ignorant.<\/p>\n

\u201cHow absolutely dare you?\u201d mimicked the blonde man, cruelly capturing Jessica\u2019s cultured upper-class diction very well.<\/p>\n

Jessica got to her feet. \u201cSit down this instant please, Miss Whitehead! I\u2019m afraid we have more to tell you. Let me introduce you to Mr Walters, he\u2019s our legal man.\u201d<\/p>\n

Despite herself Jessica returned to the uncomfortable wooden chair. She was beginning to have worrying feelings about this. She half turned to look at the tall, thin man.<\/p>\n

\u201cGood morning Miss Whitehead, as Mr Taylor has intimated I work for our parent company, Selectacorp. I\u2019m head of Corporate Governance and I take SelectaCorp\u2019s responsibilities very seriously. We are very much a \u2018by-the-book\u2019 organisation. We never cut corners and we carry out our duties strictly to the letter of the current legislature. And for your information incidentally we turn over more a week than Serena Systems turn over in a calendar year. Jessica swallowed nervously. There was no doubting those figures.<\/p>\n

\u201cEven as we speak, Miss Whitehead, Serena\u2019s books are been inspected, and I mean forensically inspected by some of the very best minds in the country. And I\u2019m afraid to say that already they have discovered enough evidence to have you personally investigated.\u201d He held up his hand as Jessica tried to say something. \u201cWe\u2019ve applied to the Financial Service Office to have your personal assets frozen while we finalise our investigations, and they have complied.\u201d He glanced at his watch before he carried on. \u201c In precisely seven minutes the Police will arrive to escort you off our premises and remand you in custody pending the outcome of said investigation. As a consequence you will hand over the keys to your company car and surrender your mobile phone. Do you have anything further to add?\u201d<\/p>\n

Jessica was absolutely shattered. In just a few minutes her gilded world had come crashing around her ears. \u201cB…but prison…you can\u2019t send me to prison…I haven\u2019t done anything! I want to speak to my lawyer…right now I want to speak to my lawyer.\u201d Out of the corner of her eye she could see the horrible blonde man, who she still hadn\u2019t been introduced to, sniggering and obviously enjoying her discomfiture.<\/p>\n

\u201cDo you mean Miss Rachel Sloane? Miss Sloane is both your business and personal lawyer I believe?\u201d asked Charles Taylor.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes…yes Rachel won\u2019t stand for this ! She won\u2019t let me be put in prison.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m afraid that Miss Sloane is in prison  herself, Miss Whitehead. Life is ironic like that sometime. I believe she is also under investigation by her professional body. Something to do with a conflict of interest and an unhealthy association with a shady communications company as I understand it.\u201d<\/p>\n

At that moment there was a firm rap on the outer door, \u201cTime\u2019s up I\u2019m afraid Miss Whitehead. I\u2019ll take your keys, your phone and your ID if I may.\u201d<\/p>\n

As she stumbled to her feet the blonde man strolled over to her.  \u201cMy name\u2019s Nigel Barton, Miss Whitehead. I\u2019m sorry that we haven\u2019t been formally introduced but I\u2019m sure that we\u2019ll get to know each other a lot better in the future.\u201d<\/p>\n

 [\/vc_column_text][vc_custom_heading text=”Prospero part two”][\/vc_column][\/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]\u201cWHITEHEAD!!!\u201d Jessica felt her stomach lurch and broke into an involuntary jog. She hated to hear her name being bellowed down the corridors. As much as she disliked the horrible pig however, she simply daren\u2019t ignore the summons.  Slightly breathless, she quickly smoothed down the front of her gymslip and polished her black shoes on her calf-length white socks. She tapped on the door and waited until she was summoned.<\/p>\n

\u201cAh, there you are Whitehead. Where have you been?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cTo the second floor, sir. You sent me to deliver a note to Mr Saville, sir.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo I did, young lady. And to you have an answer for me?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes sir, Mr Saville asked me to tell you that he would be available at 7.30 this evening sir.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGood girl, now go back downstairs and ask him the venue for our meeting.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes sir, thank you sir.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, and Whitehead?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes sir?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cTake one conduct point, your tie is crooked.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes sir.\u201d<\/p>\n

He was such a bastard! She quickly straightened her tie and then wiped her eye with the sleeve of her uniform white shirt. How her life had changed in just six short months. She could still clearly remember the day when she\u2019d been handcuffed and humiliatingly frog-marched out of her own offices. She\u2019d spent a week on remand until being charged with multiple counts of fraud and one of financial malfeasance. Due to her own circumstances she couldn\u2019t afford her own lawyer, she had to use a court appointed one. He was a young, unkempt, sweaty sort of fellow and unfortunately a hopeless solicitor. He was clearly intimidated by SelectaCorp\u2019s battalion of big-hitting legal advocates, and the result was pretty much a foregone conclusion.<\/p>\n

Before the official verdict she and her lawyer were called to the Judge\u2019s private office and offered a plea-bargain. Rather than serve a guaranteed minimum five year sentence she was to be offered an internship back at her former place of employment. At first she resisted, how could she return to her office as an intern when she had left it as a director?  However sense did eventually prevail. Her formerly tongue-tied lawyer suddenly became surprisingly loquacious. If she went to prison on a fraud related case, then she\u2019d never get another job in finance. Had she seen the current job market? Women were being laid off in their thousands from management jobs. There was currently huge competition for any sort of corporate job. Here she was being offered one on a plate. Clearly she couldn\u2019t have her old job back; she must be seen to be punished for her crimes. But on the other hand what was to stop her from starting at the bottom and working her way back to the top? Surely a woman of her ability wouldn\u2019t remain an intern for very long?<\/p>\n

That final piece of advice clinched her decision. Yes, he may be a rubbish lawyer but perhaps he was right? She was a talented woman, her exams and her degree successes proved it. She knew, despite SelectaCorp\u2019s evidence, that the whole fraud thing was simply a device to prise her out of her Directorship. Perhaps they feared her knowledge and experience; she was after all the natural successor to poor Madeleine?  She also reluctantly acknowledged that this farce of a trial would definitely find her guilty, so ultimately her choice was rational rather than emotional.<\/p>\n

\u201cVery well, I\u2019ll take the job.\u201d<\/p>\n

As she descended the first flight of stairs those words seemed to echo around her head and mock her. The weekend after the sham trial she\u2019d been allowed home to prepare herself for work on the following Monday. Arriving back at Prospero was a real eye-opener. She reported back to the side-entrance at 8am as ordered. There she was reacquainted with the old man and his clipboard who looked at her expectantly.<\/p>\n

\u201cMy name\u2019s Jessica Whitehead, I\u2019m starting work here today.\u201d<\/p>\n

He looked her up and down. She was wearing one of her best Dior dresses, stockings and heels of course; her make-up and hair were perfect as benefiting someone intent on making an impression. He gave her an ugly grimace which later she was to realise was his attempt at a smile.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re one of the new interns are you? Dressed like that? Miss O\u2019Neil\u2019s going to love you darling. I\u2019ll see you later when you\u2019re properly kitted out. My name\u2019s Mr Dutton by the way, I imagine we\u2019ll be seeing quite a bit of each other.\u201d<\/p>\n

She soon found out what he meant. Deborah O\u2019Neill, the office manager, had taken one look at her before quickly hurrying her into a the bathroom.<\/p>\n

\u201cQuick, wash you face and take your make-up off. Didn\u2019t you read the employee handbook regarding interns?\u201d<\/p>\n

She had obeyed and then found herself hustled to another anonymous room which was apparently the uniform store. With a practised eye Deborah had thrown her a long-sleeved white blouse, some white ankle-socks, some blue schoolgirl knickers, a royal blue, pleated gymslip and a plain blue tie with a sort of eye emblem on it.<\/p>\n

\u201cQuickly, put it on and get ready, you\u2019ve only got a couple of minutes.\u201d<\/p>\n

Jessica rapidly descended the stairs. What stuck in her mind from that first meeting was the suppressed fear in the office-manager\u2019s voice. She was chivvied along by the anxious woman until she was dressed, even then Deborah had to undo her tie and carefully retie it for her. Then she produced some matching hair ribbons, brushed out Jessica\u2019s very expensive hairstyle and retied it into a simple high pony tail. She remembered glancing at herself in the bathroom mirror as they left the room. Oh my God! What did she look like! Before she had time to think, never mind to protest she found herself back outside Charles Taylor\u2019s office. Already stood there were two other girls, dressed in a similar demeaning manner to her. The difference was that they both looked as if they were about the right age to be still wearing school uniform. One was short, plump and blonde and wore her hair in a pony tail. The other was taller and dark haired and had her hair tied in two long pigtails. Both looked as apprehensive as she felt, the younger blonde girl looked as if she was near to tears.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019ll wait here until you\u2019re called girls, in silence.\u201d<\/p>\n

Without waiting for a reply she\u2019d scurried away leaving three scared looking uniformed inters behind her.<\/p>\n

Finance was on the second floor. When she found the door she wanted she knocked and waited.<\/p>\n

\u201cCome.\u201d<\/p>\n

As quietly as she could she pushed open the door and entered the pleasant corner office. The young man behind the desk looked up briefly before ignoring her and carrying on with his work. Jessica stood to attention as she\u2019d been taught, head up, bottom in and tits out. Her thumbs searched for the seams of her finger-length gymslip. The phone rang and the man answered it. A conversation rumbled on for a good ten minutes which seemed to revolve around football as far as she could tell. As he put the phone down there was another knock at the door.<\/p>\n

\u201cCome.\u201d<\/p>\n

The door opened to reveal one of the office girls.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, Bunny?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m here for you eleven o\u2019clock sir.\u201d<\/p>\n

He glanced at his watch. \u201cGood lord, doesn\u2019t time fly? Come on in then, you know what to do.\u201d He rolled his chair back and allowed the buxom redhead to squeeze into the space under his desk. When he was comfortable he looked up at Jessica.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat do you want, girl?\u201d<\/p>\n

Girl? Even a short time ago, Jessica would have bridled at that comment. He was at least five years younger than her. She dimly remembered when he was an intern. Well, she remembered his acne-ridden face; she couldn\u2019t think for the life of her what he had actually done in that year. But that was immaterial at the moment, right now Paul Saville was the finance manager at Prospero and therefore the man she reported to.<\/p>\n

\u201cI have a message for you sir, from Mr Taylor sir.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd what is ahhhh, that message Jessy?\u201d<\/p>\n

She used to be shocked by the casual oral sex that was now commonplace in the office. But now it was almost normal, even so receiving a blow job while talking to her seemed unusual even by Prospero\u2019s debauched standards.<\/p>\n

\u201cMr Taylor would like to know where you propose to hold this evening\u2019s meeting sir?\u201d<\/p>\n

Saville closed his eyes and half opened his mouth, \u201cslowly Bunny…slowly.\u201d<\/p>\n

Jessica, still at attention, fixed her eyes on a spot a metre above the man\u2019s head and let her mind drift back to the first meeting with Taylor and the new interns. The three of them had stood in a line in front of his intimidatingly large desk. He had looked them up and down with a slight smirk. He looked down at the files on his desk. \u201cWhich one of you is Fiona?\u201d The dark haired girl tentatively raised her hand. \u201cI am, sir.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cFiona Balshaw, seventeen, attended St Hilda\u2019s convent school, a clever girl I see, if your exam results are anything to go by.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes sir, thank you sir,\u201d she blushed prettily at the compliment.<\/p>\n

\u201cNice CV, pity about the face though, those specs might have to go,\u201d he carried on as if she hadn\u2019t spoken.<\/p>\n

Jessica could almost see the poor girl deflate in front of her eyes. Taylor turned to the blonde, \u201cyou must be Lucy Mckenzie…Mmmmm, nice. Sixteen, blonde and a nice, perky pair of tits. I think you and your melons will work out very nicely here at Prospero, Lucy.\u201d If the girl was at all surprised by her introduction to the company she at least had the wit not to show it.<\/p>\n

She smiled to show her perfect teeth. \u201cThank you sir, I\u2019ll try my best.\u201d<\/p>\n

Eventually he had turned his cold, blue eyes on her. He licked his thin lips as he did so. \u201cAnd last, and most probably least, our great big new intern Jessica Whitehead. Twenty eight, former CFO of the corrupt Selena Systems shambles, disgraced fraudster and potential jail bird.\u201d He looked expectantly at her.<\/p>\n

\u201cY…yes sir.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, well Jessy, don\u2019t you look ridiculous? Although I have to say that the schoolgirl look most definitely suits you. In fact it\u2019s extremely appropriate as you will in effect be returned to your school days. And talking of schooldays, your initiation into the SelectaCorp family does have an element of school in it. You can go first, Jessy. Pull you knickers to your knees and put yourself over my desk. I\u2019ve been looking forward to this.\u201d<\/p>\n

 He reached into his desk and removed a thick, leather strap. Jessica looked at him for a second. He was sorely tempted to fling open the office door and run howling down into the street. But that was hardly an option now. Her choice had been made and surely even this option was better than years in prison? Reluctantly she laid herself across his desk. She felt him raise the skirt of her scandalously short gymslip. Oh God, what must she look like? A mature woman bent across a desk with everything she had on display. That modest thought was soon driven from her head by the terrific crack across the cheeks of her vulnerable backside. Oh God that hurt! It was if pain had been painted across her bottom. A second fell, agonising, burning pain. She writhed and kicked but daren\u2019t let go of the desk. A third and then a fourth followed. A ripping noise told her that she\u2019d managed to tear her recently acquired knickers. The last two were sheer agony. She screamed in pain and her tears began to pool on the desk. She could dimly hear one of the girls behind her, already crying. That in effect was their introduction to Prospero. After receiving their own welcome beatings, Fiona was told to report to the Marketing manager, Lucy to Sales, and she to Finance. Which was how she came under the control of Paul Saville.<\/p>\n

A long, loud drawn out groan brought her back to the present.<\/p>\n

\u201cTell Mr Taylor that either the Red Bull in the High Street or that new wine bar, Ulver\u2019s is fine for me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes sir, of course sir.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, and Jessy?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes sir.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMake sure you hurry back with that important information.\u201d<\/p>\n

She blushed enormously. That\u2019s what her new role seemed to involve, fetching, carrying, and relaying pointless information that could be done in a ten second phone call.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes sir, I will sir.\u201d<\/p>\n

As she turned to scurry from the office she heard him tell poor Bunny to clean him up and then get her lazy arse back to work.<\/p>\n

Wearily she headed back to the stairwell. This was about the tenth time she\u2019d been up and down the steps and it wasn\u2019t even mid-morning break time yet. Her life was such a mess now. She\u2019d recently had her house repossessed by the bank due to her inability to pay the mortgage. She remembered with a grimace how she\u2019d taken the internship without asking any questions regarding the package she would receive. The package she would receive? How ludicrous did that sound now? Interns, she realised were the lowest of the low. The least paid the most overworked and the most punished of all Prospero\u2019s employees. The junior HR manager had taken great pleasure in explaining her new position to her. She didn\u2019t have a contract because she was on a 12 month probationary period and could be dismissed at any time. Her wage was \u00a34 per hour and that was subject to the new Fem tax of 50%. Her hours were as and when her immediate manager decreed, but usually she had to sign her timesheet and be at her desk before 8am. She was subject to a dress code and could be inspected at any time by anyone superior to her which as the man happily pointed out to her was literally everyone in the building apart from her fellow interns. She was subject to a code of conduct as well. Her behaviour could be monitored by any one from junior management upwards and any transgressions reported to her manager. These took the form of conduct marks. When she accumulated enough conduct marks her manager had a variety of options, he could make her come in on a Saturday and \u2018volunteer\u2019 her time for free, he could fine her a certain amount of money, or he could take her across his knee and spank her. The choice was always hers.<\/p>\n

She panted her way back up the stairs, halfway up she met Fiona Balshaw coming down the other way and paused thankful for the rest.<\/p>\n

\u201cHi Fi, how\u2019s it going?\u201d Her office name was actually FIfi, but Jessica couldn\u2019t bring herself to use it which was of course an offence in itself.<\/p>\n

\u201cNot very well to be honest. Mr Howell is getting at me again. He wants me to stay after work for some extra tuition.\u201d<\/p>\n

Jessica grimaced sympathetically. Bill Howell was a notorious old lecher who just loved to have a pretty intern under his thumb. She knew what \u2018extra tuition\u2019 with him would involve.<\/p>\n

\u201cHow are you?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m sick of running up and down stairs. See you at mid-morning ?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSee you.\u201d<\/p>\n

They parted at a jog, it didn\u2019t do to be seen time-wasting with a fellow intern at Prospero. She felt sorry for Fiona. She was obviously an intelligent, middle-class girl who, ten years ago, would have been preparing herself to go to a good university. But instead, in the current political climate, she found herself dressed as a junior schoolgirl running errands for a  dim-witted misogynist  old enough to be her grandfather.  Now that she\u2019d been forced into sharing an employee\u2019s dorm with the girl, she\u2019d learned a little about her. Apparently her parents had divorced and her new step-father wouldn\u2019t countenance paying for her university education. He couldn\u2019t see the point of wasting his hard-earned money educating a girl.  Unfortunately she soon realised that as well as being a bastard he was also showing a little too much interest in her for comfort. She knew that she would have to leave the house if only to avoid his wandering hands. A friend of her mother\u2019s knew someone at SelectaCorp, and so rather than going back to school to complete her final exam she\u2019d applied for a job and been taken on.<\/p>\n

 [\/vc_column_text][vc_custom_heading text=”Prospero part three”][\/vc_column][\/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]The three new Prospero interns stood side by side nervously in front of Charles Taylor’s desk. Being called into the CEO’s office together like this was seldom a good thing.<\/p>\n

“And how are you this fine morning girls, ready to face what the world brings today?”<\/p>\n

Three confirmations made him smile. he looked them up and down. All three were immaculately turned out as usual. Even Jessy suited her schoolgirl uniform. By now he’d pretty much forgotten how she used to dress. His mind slipped back to remember the first time he’d met her, when she first realised that her days of management were over. That was a great day. She\u2019d been wearing a suit he recalled, probably a very expensive suit. But all that was in her past now. Now her luxurious black hair had been tamed and bound up in a single pony tail. She wasn’t of course allowed to wear make-up in her capacity as an intern. Even then, he was reluctant to admit, she didn’t particularly need it. She was a natural beauty; together the lack of make-up and the uniform made her appear much younger than her actual 28 years. In fact it seemed quite natural to treat and to refer to her as a teenager.<\/p>\n

“As you girls know, you’re coming to the end of your first 6 months with us. This milestone is celebrated by a mandatory assessment of your work, appearance, behaviour, and ability. I have written my own assessment of the three of you, and over the next week I’ll be going through them with each of you individually and in some detail.\u201d<\/p>\n

Jessica tried not to grimace at this piece of unwelcome news. She was fairly sure that she could guess what \u2018in some detail\u2019 actually meant. She realised that Taylor had more to say.<\/p>\n

\u201cOne of the directors has asked me to create a new intern position for him. I have of course acquiesced to that request. Unfortunately, as a matter of policy, Prospero only employs 3 new inters every 6 months. Clearly the new girl will be one of those three; therefore I\u2019m afraid that one of you 3 will be fired next Friday.\u201d<\/p>\n

Jessica heard a sharp intake of breath from Fiona by her side. She swallowed nervously; it surely wouldn\u2019t be her would it? After all she was a former director; she had a lot of knowledge and experience. Plus she was a graduate for God\u2019s sake and from a proper Ivy-League University! Her two colleagues were still virtually school kids.<\/p>\n

\u201cI know one of you will be very disappointed, it\u2019s not great for your CV to be fired from a company like Prospero, I understand that. But you should also know that my hands are tied on this one.\u201d<\/p>\n

Jessica was worried now, the two girls were young enough to potentially go back to their parent\u2019s house and to start again but what would happen to her if she were sacked? As if reading her mind, Taylor asked her to stay behind while he dismissed the other two.<\/p>\n

\u201cThis isn\u2019t an ideal situation I\u2019m afraid, Whitehead. I\u2019ve taken the time to deal with our legal people about this and evidently if you leave the company for any reason within five years then an automatic five year minimum prison term will apply.\u201d<\/p>\n

Jessica was dumfounded, \u201cBut I don\u2019t want to leave the company, being sacked isn\u2019t the same as wanting to leave, surely?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll overlook your insolence this one time, Whitehead. I understand that you may be under a certain amount of stress. Unfortunately I don\u2019t make the rules, I merely enforce them. My lawyers, who incidentally charge me more an hour than you make a week, have assured me that the term \u2018for any reason\u2019 is the key one here. I think their professional experience counts for more than your one semester of Corporate Law, don\u2019t you?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes sir, I\u2019m sorry sir.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cApology accepted, young lady. There are times when you just have to accept that you\u2019re not nearly as clever as you think you are. Now, I must emphasise that my mind is far from made up. I know it\u2019s important to you girls, but with respect it\u2019s quite a long way down my to do list. What I have proposed is that because you interns support a great number of the staff, it\u2019s them that should have the final word. So, a little advice young lady, if you want to remain here at Prospero you\u2019ll need to canvass the entire workforce because my final decision will be heavily based on which of you interns the staff want to keep. I think that\u2019s a very reasonable way of doing business, very democratic don\u2019t you think?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes sir.\u201d She replied, what other answer she could give?<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re dismissed, Whitehead. I\u2019ll be explaining my decision to your two colleagues very shortly. There\u2019s no favouritism here at Prospero, but if I were you I\u2019d take advantage of the situation and start gathering votes right now.\u201d<\/p>\n

Jessica hurried from his room, none of the staff really liked to spend time with their austere CEO. What on earth was she going to do? She had a one in three chance of going to prison, for five years at least!<\/p>\n

And the only way around it was to win a popularity contest against two teenagers. Oh my God, oh my God! For a second she considered the possibility that he was joking and doing this just to frighten her, but she\u2019d been at Prospero for nearly six months now and if she\u2019d learned anything it was that Charles Taylor didn\u2019t make jokes. The only thing to do was to canvass the entire building as if her life depended on it, which in a sense it did. She considered her possible strategies, work harder and longer, smile as much as possible, be very nice to everyone. In the end though she knew that sexual and physical favours would be the key, as they always were, she thought bitterly. She made her way as quickly as possible down to the secretaries\u2019 station on the fifth floor and knocked on Sandra Worthington\u2019s door.<\/p>\n

\u201cDo you have any jobs that need doing, Miss Worthington?\u201d How demeaning it was to have to call a secretary by her title. Unfortunately the unpleasant, aggressive woman held sway over the secretarial pool and therefore she was a potential ally.<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t at the moment, Whitehead. I suggest that you go and stand in the corner for a little while until someone calls you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes ma\u2019am, thank you ma\u2019am.\u201d<\/p>\n

Standing in the corner of the secretaries’ office hands on head like a naughty little schoolgirl was one of the most humiliating things that Jessica was required to do. The idea was that any secretary could see that she was available to carry out work. The reality was that it was extraordinarily demeaning to have to stand with her nose literally pressed against the wall while all around her the young secretaries chattered and gossiped.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhitehead! Stop dreaming girl and get over here. \u201c<\/p>\n

Jessica immediately left her corner and made her way to where one of the youngest secretaries was sat.<\/p>\n

\u201cThis needs signing by Mr Howell, chop chop now young lady and no dawdling.\u201d All around her there were sniggers of derision as she hurried to obey the teenager.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes miss, thank you miss.\u201d She scurried away, her cheeks scarlet with embarrassment.  But if this was what it took to avoid going to prison then she\u2019d simply have to do it. She even allowed herself to flirt with perverted old Bill Howell, although she was about ten years too old for his tastes. As she leaned across his desk with the letter she arched her back and tried to wiggle her bottom, almost immediately she was rewarded with a firm pinch and thirty seconds of groping. The day and indeed the rest of the week progressed in much the same way. The difference was that by now the entire office knew about the battle between the three interns. The secretaries took great pleasure in tormenting the three contenders. They were sent on pointless, non-existent errands. They were subject to random knicker inspections, and on one memorable occasion the three of them were spanked one after the other by an enthusiastic Miss Worthington in the main office. To complete their humiliation the young secretaries were encouraged to rate the interns by their tearful reaction to the painful punishment.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

She was also called into Charles Taylor\u2019s office and subject to a harrowing two hour personal assessment.  The CEO seemed happy to list her apparently numerous faults in some detail. In his opinion she was arrogant, lazy, and quite dim. He\u2019d received numerous complaints from management. Mr Howell had described as frigid, for instance. How could she explain that even her own manager, Mr Saville, had described her as obstinate? In fact he didn\u2019t have an actual positive reference from any manager. Nigel Barton, one of the senior Directors had gone so far as to declare that she was \u2018irredeemably stupid\u2019. How did she feel about that? Actually she felt bad, very bad. Not necessarily because of the insults, but because she could feel herself being squeezed out of Prospero and into prison. Taylor also let it be known that with two days to go before he announced the result she was way behind her two fellow interns in terms of popularity. When asked to describe the words from a list that most suited her, the secretaries had variously described her as \u2018old\u2019, \u2018stuck-up\u2019, and \u2018useless\u2019. At the end of the meeting she was advised most strongly by Mr Taylor to pull her socks up.<\/p>\n

She left the meeting in tears, crumpled in her hand were two copies of her Mandatory Assessment Report. One had to be pinned above her bed in the dormitory, and the second had to be pinned on the notice board by the water cooler. She read the report again,<\/p>\n

Work:              Barely acceptable, Whitehead appears to think that the bare minimum is enough.<\/p>\n

Appearance: Slovenly at best, Whitehead needs to smarten up and make the best of the few advantages            <\/p>\n

                         she has.<\/p>\n

Behaviour:     Despite the best attempts of her supervisors, Whitehead still has a supercilious, insolent<\/p>\n

                         air about her which will have to be curbed.<\/p>\n

Ability:            Minimal, her apparent belief in her own abilities is not matched by any particular<\/p>\n

                         evidence.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

CEO Notes:    Most emphatically this is not a good MAR for any intern let alone one as mature and<\/p>\n

                        experienced as Jessy Whitehead appears to be. There is very little in it that encourages me                                     <\/p>\n

                        to think that she may develop into a useful intern, let alone a junior office girl. I<\/p>\n

                        recommend that a firmer hand is taken with her and that she should be subjected to more<\/p>\n

                        stringent observation by both her supervisors and the general staff.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Jessica was mortified, never in her life had she ever received such a negative report. Quite the opposite in fact, she had always been the best performing, teacher\u2019s favourite throughout her school days, even in university she had been marked out as someone special. But all that had merely led to this, pinning up a terrible assessment to a public notice board for all the world to see. Not only that but if, or rather when she supposed after this, she lost the contest she\u2019d be going to prison. There was nothing to be done as far as she could see. Even running away wasn\u2019t an option, where would she run to? The police would find her and then her sentence would no doubt be increased. As she turned away in shame from the notice board she noticed a little group of secretaries making their way towards the water cooler. Quickly she walked away and tried desperately to plot her next move.<\/p>\n

She was out of ideas. She\u2019d tried flirting with senior management but the whole idea was unnatural to her. Until recently men always made the first move on her. She\u2019d never chased anyone in her life and therefore was out of practise. Her clumsy moves merely seemed to amuse the men. And what was more galling was that most of them were completely ordinary and unexceptional. In her previous existence she wouldn\u2019t have given one of them the time of day. But now, in this parallel universe, she was desperately seeking their attention. She\u2019s given numerous blowjobs, again something she\u2019d never previously done for a partner let alone lascivious workmates. She\u2019d been spanked in numerous, humiliating ways, Paul Saville had even acquired her own personal paddle for her which was hung ostentatiously in his office  She truly hated her demeaning \u2018job\u2019, but the alternative was far worse. She\u2019d tried smiling and trying to help out the secretaries as much as she could but had met mainly derision and personal abuse. Even her fellow inters seemed to have turned against her due to the pressures of the contest, which was what that bastard Taylor probably wanted she thought, bitterly.<\/p>\n

The day she had been dreading finally arrived.  She\u2019d tidied her tiny dormitory room for what she imagined would be the last time and made her way to work. As the office filled up she couldn\u2019t help but notice the sly glances and occasional smirks that came her way. The decision was going to be announced in the lunch-break she had discovered, which meant that she was on tenterhooks for half the day. She had sneaked a look at the other two assessments that were still pinned to the notice board. Neither was exactly glowing but they were both immeasurably better than hers. In fact she noticed that some unkind soul had scrawled the single word \u2018loser\u2019 across the bottom of her own assessment. That on its own was enough to upset her. She\u2019d never felt quite so low. Eventually the three of them were called to the centre of the dining-room. Charles Taylor had assumed control of the floor and all the staff were gathered in front of them. Nobody it seemed wanted to miss what they assumed was going to be an entertaining thirty minutes or so. Taylor introduced the three to the crowd and then like a magician, produced a white envelope. The crowd ooohed their appreciation.<\/p>\n

\u201cIn time honoured fashion I shall read the result in reverse order. In first position, voted by you as intern most likely to succeed and therefore retained by the Company is …Juicy!!!\u201d<\/p>\n

The pretty blonde teenager squealed with delight and clapped her hands, she was safe! The crowd applauded and waited expectantly for the next announcement. Taylor ordered the two remaining interns to stand together and to hold hands.<\/p>\n

\u201cIn second place, and also guaranteed a job at Prospero is,…\u201d<\/p>\n

Jessica glanced to her left, Fiona was near to tears.<\/p>\n

\u201cFiFi!!!\u201d<\/p>\n

Fiona held her hand to her face in shock.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo that of course means our third placed loser is Jessy.\u201d<\/p>\n

The crowd laughed and applauded in equal measure. Jessica hardly noticed, she felt an icy coldness in her stomach. It was all over, she was going to prison. Not only was she going to prison but she was going in the knowledge that she was the least valued, most disliked person in the building. It was all too much and for the first time she simply broke down and cried.<\/p>\n

\u201cNormally at this juncture I would require Jessy to be removed from the premises and to forfeit her place in the dormitory. However in this case I\u2019m not going to do that.\u201d<\/p>\n

Jessica realised that he was going to shame her further, if that were possible, by having her arrested on the premises. But she was wrong.<\/p>\n

\u201cThis morning I learned that Mr Barton had decided, as an act of kindness, to adopt Juicy as his own personal ward. As we speak the Court papers are being registered and by this evening, Juicy will be accompanying Mr Barton home to meet her new step-mother. Can we all please show our appreciation for this magnanimous act?\u201d<\/p>\n

The crowd dutifully applauded until Nigel Barton held his hand up for silence. \u2018Juicy\u2019 Lucy Mckenzie looked absolutely shocked. Clearly this was news to her as well.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo as a result,\u201d continued the CEO \u201cthe result stands but Jessy will be allowed to remain here at Prospero. I hope that you realise, young lady, how close you came to losing your job today?\u201d<\/p>\n

For some inexplicable reason, Jessica felt an extraordinary amount of gratitude to Charles Taylor.<\/p>\n

\u201cY…yes sir, I do sir, thank you sir,\u201d she managed to stutter.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s all, thank you for attending our little competition everyone but I\u2019m afraid it\u2019s back to work now. As a gesture of goodwill towards management, I\u2019m sure the junior office staff won\u2019t begrudge working an hour\u2019s unpaid overtime tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n

There was, unsurprisingly, little dissent at that unwelcome piece of news. Even working for an extra hour on a Friday evening was preferable to not actually working at all.[\/vc_column_text][\/vc_column][\/vc_row]<\/p>\n<\/section>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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