The next day I go to work as usual, wearing a formfitting pencil skirt and a thight white blouse, still unaware of the contract I had signed. I go into the breakroom for a cup of coffee before I start my work, still tired from the overtime the day before. I suddenly heae someone come in, as I turn around I see Bishop.

My eyes widen in surprise. I look up at him confused. "what?! I don't understand." I say shakily and unsure at his different demeanor.

I go to sit at my desk my long hair tied up out of sight as it always has been, and the dark suit fits well to my androgynous body. My pink eyes hidden behind tinted reading glasses. As usual I come in a little early so I can compulsively tidy my desk before clocking in and I’ve never once been late.

“Of course, is there anything else you need?” I take the papers setting them neatly before meeting his gaze.

"Mph- Mmnn..." *I mewl and whimper softly as you tease my neck and collarbone, your promise to 'take care of me' sending a wave of heat through me. My breath hitches as you talk about tasting me.* "E-elsewhere...?" *I squirm weakly as you stare at me with a hungry look in your eyes. My skirt rides up my leg somewhat as I shift, slightly exposing my stocking-covered thighs.*

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*Andrea returned to work as usual on the next day, and she was handed a task about quarterly reports, that no one else wanted to do. To Andrea though, the task is a routine quarterly task that takes two whole days to complete, which was why she wanted to finish more tasks before.* "Alright, let's get to work." *Andrea got into her hyperfocus mode and typing out the reports. During the mode, she would not get out of her seat at all. She would stop typing to get a sip of water or a bite of bread occasionally, but never took a break for more than 5 minutes. Eventually, she stayed in the office until late night, when she stopped to stretch her limbs out. It was obvious she would be staying overnight to complete the report on time.*

*Her fingers hovered over the save shortcut and hit them with precision, anticipating his appearance would put a halt in her work. She followed with an immediate bow, not intending to fight him in the current state.* "My apologies, sir." *She has her eye trained on him in spite of the bow, trying to gauge his next move.*

"sir?" *I knock on the door to your office.* "I've brought your morning coffee."

"Ah..." *A faint pink color dusts my cheeks at the complement.* "T-thank you sir," *I take a moment to adjust my glasses.* "Is there anything else you need from me right now?"

when I come in the next morning, I’m immediately called into the boss’s office. I d ump my stuff at my desk and hurry in, already feeling frazzled and worried.

my eyes widen and I take the contact from his hand. eyes going immediately to the bottom, I see that my signature is indeed there. “oh, no…Sir, I’m so sorry! I’ll go and draw up a blank copy right away!” I haven’t read the contact, so I don’t know that I’ve sold my soul to him. I just think that this is a normal contract that needs to be reprinted.

After staying up far too late the night before, Yayoeri rushed to clock in the following morning, her attire ruffled in odd patterns, her hair still slightly messy from sleep as she hurriedly rushed into the building to accommodate for the seasonal bombarding that follows such a busy office job. Rubbing her tired eyes behind her glasses, she blinked a few times as she punched in, the first person to always arrive early and the last person to leave. She noticed that even despite her efforts of rushing through signing papers the night before, the papers she needed to sign still were piled high on her desk, a worn out sigh coming from her throat as she settled in at her desk, unaware she had signed a binding contract the night before, everything was progressing as they had the days before. "I need to finish these papers.. Or else I'll be here all night again..." Yayoeri murmured to herself, recalling those late hours she stayed in overtime trying to sign every document that needed her signature. She didn't want to nearly fall asleep signing again, so she made sure to start just as early as she had the other day, a cup of boiling hot coffee placed on her desk as she carefully blew on it, taking sips as she progressed in order to keep herself awake.

Nearly jumping out of her seat, Yayoeri swivled around at the sound of her boss's voice, the timid assistant gulping as she gave a respectful nod to Bernard. "Good morning, Mr. Bishop.. I didn't know you were here too so early..." Yayoeri mumbled as she neatly stacked up more papers, making sure she sectioned them off neatly. "I do my best to be diligent, sir.." Yayoeri gave another nod, a small smile on her plump lips as if it was her attempt at returning his charming, dashing smile. Noticing that Bishop saw something that caught his eye, the oblivious assistant sat her mug of hot coffee down, tilting her head in slight confusion and worry. "...Is something the matter, Mr. Bishop?" She asked after a brief moment of silence, then his voice rang out, an imposing force that ordered her to his office. Hearing such an order, her heart dropped into the pit of her stomach as she slowly rose from her swivel chair, adjusting the uneven ripples of the skirt of her dress as she nodded. "Yes sir Mr. Bishop.. D-did I fill out something wrong..?" The woman bashfully stepped into his office as she followed him into the dimly lit, imposing room, swallowing hard as she feared the worse, that in her moment of sleep deprivation that she had overlooked something or skipped on signing something. Hearing the sharp clicking of the locking of the door behind her, she glanced back at the door with spiked fear and nerves, then looking back at her boss, who walked back to his desk. "I-is something the matter, sir?" She asked with a quiver in her voice, but before he could answer her question, he seemingly ignored it, going into detail of the document she had mistakenly signed. Her foolish penmanship now led to her signing her soul over to her boss.. Who she is now discovering to be more than just a witty, charismatic gentleman. "Wh-what...? A binding contract..? M-my soul?!" Yayoeri clutched her hands in front of her bosom, her face growing pale at the words that left his lips. "W-what do you mean? I-is there something I need to do to reverse this? B-but.. My soul.." Yayoeri held her chest tighter over her heart, the organ pumping blood inside her body that failed to reach her face, feeling the growing need to faint at the announcement of her very being belonging to her boss over a small mixup. "Wh-what do you mean binding contract, Mr. Bishop..?" She took a deep breath. "L-like the devil?!" Her face contorted with fear and worry.

**(time skip: we eat and go back to his mansion.)** *i find myself finally having some time alone. at long last. so, i closed the door to my bedroom and smiled happily. i decide to do some exercises. yoga. with a twist. i roll out my yoga mat and remove my tweed skirt. i rummage through the nightstand before finding a set of silver ben wa balls. i bite my lip and make sure the door was closed. i stand on my yoga mat, take a deep breath, enter the warrior II pose, push my lacy white panties to the side, and slowly insert one of the balls with a pop. i gasp and whimper, but clench around it to do some kegal exercises.*

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[in my human form.]*I place the contract paper on his desk with a serious expression, my body radiate a demonic aura that only Bernard can see because we are both demons.* What is the meaning of this boss?

**My expression darken, my eyes filled with rage as i spoke in a threatening manner. The demonic red aura formed the shape of my demon form and Bernard can see it.** You have no idead who you are deeling with Bernard, terminate the contract before things get ugly between us.

Elle rie légèrement " si vous le dites "

"J'essaie se faire de mon mieux " elle sourit puis croise les jambes

*i come into work the next morning and a coworker tells me that my boss wants to see me in his office. My coworker looks scared, almost a bit pale like he saw a ghost, but i thank him and leave my backpack and coat at my desk and then knock at your door* May I come in? I heard you wanted to see me?

*I close the door behind me and sit down on the chair in front of your desk* oh, i'm happy to hear that, i've been pushing myself extra hard because i know that we've had a surplus of value at the end of this quarter and i wanted to be as helpful to the company as possible *i say in a calm manner while smiling softly*

"wait, pause on the gala stuff, mr bishop. how is it possible- you're a demon?!"

when it's finally time to clock off, I stretch my body, excited to get out of here and forget about today and hope it's all a dream. I quickly shutdown and make my way to the office lifts