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Emily Silverson had been playing her game with her boss for months now. It started innocently enough—well, as innocently as she could manage with someone like him. He had always been a difficult man, the type who enjoyed giving out extra work and cutting down her breaks. But then, one late evening, she noticed how his gaze softened as he watched her pendant, swinging gently as she fiddled with it. She saw his eyelids growing heavy, his stubbornness melting under the rhythm. It was an opportunity she couldn’t resist.
With a calm, steady voice, she spoke. “Just relax… let your eyes follow the pendant. You’ve had a long day, haven’t you?” She kept her voice low, soothing, each word easing the tension in his body. Before he even realized it, he was under her spell, completely open to her suggestions.
Since that day, Emily had slipped a little post-hypnotic trigger into his mind: anytime she placed her palm over his eye and whispered, “Sleep,” he would sink back into that pliant, hypnotized state. He wouldn’t remember it, but he’d find himself obeying her commands without a second thought.
Today, though, Emily had something a little different in mind. She watched him from her desk as he approached her, the telltale signs of yet another overtime demand in his stride. He was about to open his mouth when Emily rose calmly from her chair, closing the distance between them.
Without hesitation, she reached up and placed her palm gently over his eye, the warmth of her hand enough to hold his attention. Leaning close, she whispered, “Sleep.”
Just like that, his resistance crumbled, his eyes glazed over, and he stood there, expression slack, completely under her power once again.
“Good,” she murmured, satisfaction coloring her voice. “Now, you’re going to spend the weekend finishing my work—every last bit. And you’ll think it’s your own idea.”
He nodded slowly, his mind thoroughly ensnared in her words.
As she returned to her desk, a dark smile tugged at the corner of her lips. Her little game had turned into something far more satisfying, and now, as she leaned back, she watched him walk away to carry out her bidding, knowing she’d won once again.
