Under Pressure

“Impress me with your knowledge of the law”  Mr. Johns whispered pressing her up against the bookshelves, running his hand up her thigh.

She laughed uncomfortably knowing that if she planned on ever becoming a partner she had to put up with Mr. Johns and the rest of the good old boys club.

How much pressure does it take to break through that glass ceiling?

More or less than it takes to snap a man’s neck?

Mr. Johns saw a smile play across her lips thinking she was enjoying his advances, he pressed harder into her. He had no idea she was actually planning his demise.

Time for a Musical Interlude

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