A Boss's Obsession: Teaching a Secretary to Submit My name is Gabriel White, my tale is one that needs to be told and if you will give me your attention you shall know it. It was only my third job out of college, it was simple to the point of boring really. I oversaw a dozen programmers to ensure that they stayed on track with their projects and that we met our deadlines. I myself was not a programmer, but I understood enough to know the difference between Java coding and Angry Birds. Good pay, health, and the opportunity to do a little travel for the odd out of state meeting made it a good job. What made it an amazing job was my secretary, Karla. Jet black hair that flowed like an inky waterfall down to the small of her back, deep blue eyes that cut though you, legs that never ended, pale white skin that made cream look dark, all topped off with the two softest C cup breasts a man could hope for. In short, she was way out of my league. She was a 9.9 and I was a soft 7. It wasn't that I was ugly mind you, just plane. I was never a jock, never a body builder, just a quiet geek that grew up to be a quiet manager of people that were nerdyer than I was. Still, even without having been All American QB for my high school, I wasn't bad off. Solid six foot one inch with dark brown hair cut short, at 205 lbs I was a little heavy but kept most of the fat off with a long jog in the mornings. I'm told that the best part of looking at me is my lumber jack face, squared off jaw that looks like it was cut from stone and a full beard that I kept trimmed short. Most of this thanks to solid Irish family line on my mother's side and a full blooded old world Mexican line on my father's. …the next moment changed everything
