The Protagonist System 540 Grinding Of A Different Kind

After I finished the next drawer and completed another 110 files, over 2 hours had passed. The files had been significantly larger, with most of them double the pages of the other files and quite a few of them were triple the size. It didn't slow down how fast I worked, just how many I could complete in the sa amount of ti.

“Mandatory break ti.” Denise suddenly declared.

I didn't know that was a thing until she said it and she smiled when she saw my doubtful face.

“Yes, corporations overwork us. They also reward achievents if you're smart about how you apply yourself.” Denise said and motioned out into the hallway. “Follow and I'll explain more in the break room.”

“We have a break room?” I asked and she laughed.

“Co on.” Denise said and tugged on my shirt sleeve.

I stood and put on the suit coat and it hid that I had a gun holstered under my arm. She gave a hungry look and her ass swayed as she left my cubicle. I followed her and Harry gave a thumbs up when I passed him. I nodded and kept following Denise's slim behind as she led partway across the departnt and entered a quite nice lounge.

“For every 4 hours you work, you are entitled to have a 10 minute break.” Denise said and checked the coffee machine. “Damn, they didn't refill it.” She said with a sigh and started pulling things out of the small cabinet beside the machine. “It won't be done brewing before we have to get back to work.”

“Then don't refill it.” I said and she gave a surprised look. “Let's go down to your floor and enjoy the break there.”

Denise smiled warmly and grabbed my hand and pretty much jogged out of the room and down the hallway to the elevator. She swiped her card and she started bouncing up and down slightly on her feet, as if urging the elevator to hurry up.

“We could use the stairs.” I suggested.

“Yes!” She gasped and hopped over to it, pushed it open, and hauled through. Her shoes clacked on the tal stairs as she let gravity control her speed. When we reached her floor, I pulled back on her hand to let her slow down safely. She gave another warm smile for that and she swiped her card to open the door.

“Back so soon?” A tall black haired woman asked as soon as she saw Denise.

“Just for a break!” Denise exclaid and ran for the break room with right behind her. We quickly reached the room and it was different than the one on my departnt's floor. It was smaller and less luxurious; and yet, it was also more comfortable.

She pushed towards the closest couch and checked the coffee machine. She produced two cups for us and ca over to , handed one, and sat down right beside and pulled her feet up to press her knees against my thigh. She took a long sip of hers and sighed happily.

I tried it and it was okay. I changed it to my preferred blend and took another sip. I let out a similar sigh to hers and turned my upper body slightly to face towards her.

“Where was I?” Denise asked and took another sip.

“You were telling about the accumulation of breaks.” I answered.

“Right. Well, if you work more than 4 hours and let it build up, take the mandatory lunch, then go back to work, you can have a double long break when you reach the 8 hour mark of your shift.” Denise told .

I thought about that. “So, if you work a standard 12 hour shift, the last 4 hours doesn't count to earn you a break, because the work day is over.”

Denise smiled at . “That's right.” She said and one of her hands reached over and caressed my arm through the suit coat. “An employee has a set amount of hours they can work, depending on their job and their contracts when they signed up.”

I had 3 hours a day scheduled after school during the week and 10 hours a day on the weekends, giving 35 hours of work a week. “Does overti cut into that set ti?”

Denise shook her head. “Overti is exactly that. Overti. It's not part of your normal pay.”

I nodded. “Then why the talk about breaks? I only have 3 hours a day during the week.”

“Yes, you do.” She said and then smiled as she took her hand back to hold her coffee cup with both hands and took another long sip. “I checked your contract while you were working. You have 10 hour shifts on the weekends and I wanted you to do the sa thing I do. Collect your breaks and enjoy them more.”

“You do?” I asked, implying both anings. As in she wants to and she also does it.

Denise nodded. “I have an 80 hour work week, which is a huge perk for employees and I worked my ass off to get it.” She said with satisfaction. “Instead of splitting it up into 12 hour shifts and cutting myself off from so many lost break tis, I work 14 hour shifts for 5 days, then I only have a single 10 hour shift on Saturdays and I get the entire Sunday off to do whatever I want!”

That was actually quite the achievent. By pushing her hours past the 12 hour mark, she gets an extra break that she would have lost and she earned a full day and a half off by the end of the week.

“That's actually really smart.” I complinted her and she blushed. “You work Monday to Friday from 6 A.M. to 8 P.M., then on Saturday it's only 6 A.M. to 4 P.M. and you can party hard on Saturday night. You don't have to worry about showing up for work the next day hung over, because you have the day off. That's plenty of ti to recover and be fresh and chipper to start all over again on Monday.”

Denise looked surprised. “How did you know I do that and my exact schedule?”

“Those are the best tis to avoid rush hour traffic.” I reasoned. “You beat the morning commute rush by an hour and the evening commute rush by an hour, since nearly everyone else is locked into the 12 hour long 7 A.M. to 7 P.M. shifts.”

Denise finished off her coffee and set the cup aside. She leaned in close and propped herself up on her knees to give her enough height to almost loom over . “You have quite the brain underneath that brawn, Mr. Veder.” She said in a sexy voice as her hands rested on my shoulders.

“You didn't check my academy records yet?” I asked with a smile.

Denise leaned down and touched her nose to mine. “They're locked for so reason.” She whispered and gently pressed her lips to mine briefly. She shivered at the intimate touch and leaned back. “I assu that's because of the lockdown earlier.”

I nodded and didn't elaborate. Susan Abernathy had a lot of work to do to cover everything up before they would allow anyone access to the Academy Records after learning about the principal taking bribes to share them. I probably shouldn't say anything about it, either. I wasn't ordered not to, I just figured it was an internal matter and she was taking care of it. I was working under Jenkins now, anyway.

Denise let out a sigh. “Our break is over.” She said and moved back to stand up in front of the couch. “There isn't another one for either of us today.”

It took a mont to realize what she ant. “Oh, you took yours early.” I said and she nodded. “Then we should get back to it.”

Denise pointed to where the cups went and we brought them over to the receptacle and left the break room. The other woman wasn't there when we reached the stairs and we entered the stairwell unimpeded.

I motioned for her to go first and she gave a knowing look and went up the stairs. She shook her ass the entire ti and I appreciated it for both the visuals and the difficulty. It took a lot of effort to make a slim ass wiggle that much and not have it look awkward.

We reached my floor and she opened the door for and motioned for to go first, which made chuckle. I even took off my suit coat for her and she let out a soft laugh when I wigged my butt for her.

Harry was hard at work going over ssages and electronic planning docunts when we passed him and he didn't even notice us. Denise and I settled down in my cubicle, with her sitting back on the chair and standing between the desk and the file cabinet.

I asked her about her filing system as I started working on the third drawer of the filing cabinet and she talked about it and why she both hated it and admired it. It was twice the work to build, add, and maintain the damn thing, because if had to be done both electronically and with paper, just so there was always a failsafe for if either one was tampered with.

If the server information changed, then the chip was checked first. If it was the sa, the paper was checked. It was a good backup plan and was nearly foolproof. You see, if soone had access to all three things, they could easily change all of them and no one would ever know they were wrong. I was going to keep that to myself, though.

By the ti I had finished the third drawer, Denise was getting hot and bothered again. I had found quite a few discrepancies and noted them, marked the files, and set them aside for a more in-depth review later. Catching things like that could make your career, especially since a couple of the files belonged to so very important clients.

Much to her relief, the last drawer in the filing cabinet had the least important files to the company. Or so she thought. Those had so of the biggest changes from the digital forms and the paperwork barely paid lip service to what the digital copies had in them.

Denise almost growled as she stood and joined in perusing the files individually and at a much slower pace. She was frustrated that she wasn't going to get her payoff soon and she was pretty ruthless as she tore into both the digital files and the paperwork. She didn't bother checking the company's servers, because the date stamps on the data chips showed a sync function with them.

I did her a solid and gave her a copy of the digital signature of who made the modifications. Denise gave a grateful look and then asked for who had changed the other files. I confird they were mostly the sa one and she gave an incredulous look. I picked out one of the bigger files from the previous drawer and said it was an anomaly because it didn't have anything to do with the others.

Denise nodded and we gathered all of the evidence and put it all into a report that she would file under her authority and she added my na as a contributor. By the ti we were done, we were about 6 hours into my own overti and almost 2 hours into hers.

“Bring that thing back to my office.” Denise said with a tone of voice that said she didn't actually want it back in her office, because its contents had offended her.

I picked up the file cabinet and she picked up the set-aside stack of files, with the anomalous file on top. She looked angry and a light probe of her mind gave the answer why. That woman with dark hair that we had t on our break, had been the one responsible for most of the discrepancies.

A few could be easily brushed off as clerical errors. The rest? It was a targeted scam operation that defrauded the company for millions of eddies in false insurance claims. The odd file out was soone attempting the sa thing, only they didn't have the experience of a seasoned professional and had made obvious mistakes that weren't easily covered up.

The worst part about it all? My boss Jenkins would probably get praised for making work so many hours overti doing what he thought was make-work and a waste of ti. Since I only earned a normal pay for overti hours, he had even saved the company money.

We used the elevator this ti and Denise kept her composure as we entered her floor. Luckily, it was a couple hours past her own ti to work, so the place was completely deserted. We dropped off the files and file cabinet in her office, which she locked with a security code, and she went to the main office.

A quick check of the log files showed the other woman had left when her normal shift ti ended and hadn't drawn attention to herself by fleeing early. Denise gave a searching look, as if asking for permission, and I nodded.

She sent a request for the apprehension and arrest for the woman and then sent a request to freeze all of her assets, both personal and business. Both were approved after Denise sent them a copy of the evidence file and she let out a sad sigh.

I pulled her into a hug to comfort her and she cuddled in and took several deep breaths to calm down. She let go and stepped back. She logged out of her work officially and then had do it, too.

“We're both off now; but, it's late. Do you still want that good review?” Denise asked, a little nervously. “We don't have a lot of ti for both that and to sleep long enough to get up in the morning.”

I smiled warmly at her asking and stepped close to give her a quick kiss and put so heat into it. Her face was flushed and her nipples popped out again. “Does that answer your question?”

“Y-yes.” Denise said and took my hand.

We went back to the elevator and Denise was surprised the elevator went up instead of down. The doors opened on Floor 134 and she caught her breath at seeing the rows of AVs, or Aerodyne Vehicles, spread out across the executive landing pads.

The limo-like armored vehicles used exclusive hover technology modifications where the 4 wheels were supposed to be and small jet engines on the underside to move the thing around, which in my opinion was quite inefficient.

The funny thing was, they usually needed a human driver, except for the highest class executives and mbers of the Arasaka Family. They had VIs linked into the Arasaka Tower's VI for both safe navigation and for security purposes. I wasn't going to need either one, though.

I led Denise over to the farthest one, using Adam Smasher's security codes, and unlocked it. The large side doors opened and I brought a gobsmacked Denise inside and sat her down on the back seat next to the small auto-bar that served champagne. I sat beside her and connected to the cockpit, then ntally talked to the tower's VI to open the hangar door as the AV's side door closed.

I was given permission to leave and a flight path that avoided every other AV in the air, both private and public, and the VI sent a notification to Denise's building that an AV would be landing on the rooftop landing pad.

“Help yourself to the bar. The flight should only take a few minutes.” I told her and she just stared at . I softly chuckled and opened the little glass case and took out two glasses of sparkling champagne, handed her one, and engaged the AV's hover mode.

We lifted off of the landing pad and I turned on the small jet engines and floated us out of the hangar bay and out into the air. I locked in the route the VI gave into the navigation system and clinked my glass against hers.

“Cheers.” I said and took a sip. I barely managed to hide my wince at the weird taste. They really did not get the right flavour combination for simulating real champagne. I changed it myself and took another sip, nodded, and relaxed in the seat.

Denise was still staring at like she had never seen before.

“Counter-Intelligence has perks most people don't see.” I said, cryptically.

“You're only an intern.” Denise said and motioned with her hand, spilled a little of the champagne, and blushed. She set the little glass down and glanced around for a napkin or sothing. “How can you have your own hovercar assigned already?”

“It's not mine.” I said with a smile. “Any ranked corpo can use the AVs on that floor if they submit the right requisition forms and have authorization.”

“You can't be serious!” Denise gasped and gave up looking for a napkin and reached for the end of her skirt to use to wipe up the small spill.

I handed her a monogramd napkin instead and she gave a grateful look and quickly dabbed up the liquid. The seat and armrest were leather, so it didn't absorb anything and was easily cleaned off.

“It's a loophole I only discovered today, so I won't keep it, even though I could.” I said and took another sip of my drink. “I'll send it back to HQ after it drops us off.”

I didn't alter the taste of her drink, just in case she ever rode in another one and would discover they were different. Denise looked skeptical as she picked up her drink and tried it. She made a pleased sound and leaned back in the plush leather seat. Apparently, that was enough to make her relax and enjoy the ride.

We landed a few minutes later and the AV opened up and I stepped out first, then I held a hand back for her to take. She looked quite happy about that and took my hand eagerly. I helped her out and closed the AV up again. I waited until we entered the building's rooftop access before I flew the AV back across the city on a reciprocal course.

The elevator ride down to her floor was a bit longer than in my building and I didn't say anything, mostly because I didn't want to brag. She led down the hall to her apartnt and it was about half the size of mine and only had a basic food vending machine in the kitchen.

Denise froze when she saw the ssy state of her apartnt. She looked embarrassed and imdiately turned to to push back out into the hallway to let her clean up the place before I say the rest of it.

I caught her free hand and walked her backwards inside and the door closed behind us. “You work hard and party hard. When would you have the ti to clean up?”

“I don't.” Denise said, her face red. “It's still embarrassing.”

I wanted to put her at ease, so I told her sothing personal. “No, embarrassing is getting a hard-on when a nurse tries to help you use a bedpan.”

Denise's eyes widened at that, then she covered her mouth to muffle her laugh.

“You just imagined peeing all over myself, didn't you?” I asked with a smirk.

“Yes!” Denise said and laughed.

I kept hold of her hands and led her into her bathroom. It was a small one, with only a shower stall and no tub, so I couldn't really pamper her like I had planned. But, a shower could do just as well. I started to strip off and she bit her lip as she watched completely disrobe, right down to my underwear.

Rather than tell her it was her turn, I did the honors for her and she started making needy sounds as I carefully and respectfully stripped her down to her bra and panties, leaving her skirt for last as I knelt to remove it. Her underwear was nice and lacy, purple in color, and made her thin fra look quite alluring. I looked up at her face when I was done.

“They make feel pretty, even if no one else ever sees them.” Denise said in her defense.

I let a huge smile grow on my face and wagged my eyebrows at her. She let out a little laugh and lightly slapped my shoulder. I stood and dropped my boxer shorts, showing her I was already hard. Her bra and panties were off in a second and she pulled into the shower.

What followed was a lot of teasing, poking, playing, and more than a few kisses. She wouldn't d more than that, though. We stepped out and dried off, with her very happy that I was still hard, and she led out of the bathroom and into her bedroom. It was small and also had a big bed, so she motioned for to climb onto it and lay down.

I did so and she gave a look that said she was really going to enjoy herself. She kissed her way up my legs and gave a very sexy look when she reached my waist, then she pretty much lost herself as she did everything she possibly could with her tongue, lips, and mouth to get off.

I obliged of course, making her very happy as she made a ss of herself with it. So won just liked that kind of thing and I didn't begrudge her for it. She climbed up on top of and rubbed herself along my length, getting herself and my shaft slicked up well. She almost brought herself to orgasm and forced herself to stop, then she adjusted and plunged herself all the way inside and took in right to the hilt.

Denise cried out and ca hard, doubly so because she had been so close and the two actions combined to give her a real thrill. She shivered and shook for several seconds as she tried to recover from a fantastic multiple orgasm, so I decided not to let her and sat up, rolled her over, and pinned her arms down and started moving in and out of her at a fast but not punishing rhythm.

“Wait... not ready... AHHH!” Denise scread as she was pushed over the edge again, much sooner than she expected.

“You better hold on, because that was just the start.” I said and she looked surprised, then she moaned and pulled down into a searing kiss that only deepened as I kept moving and making her orgasm again and again.