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"It started with an interview for the position of investment manager. I lied on my resume and thought it would be an easy job. After all, I spent years in crypto, how hard could stocks be? Pretty hard, as it turns out... After just a few months all my investments crashed and the shareholders weren't happy about it, so they sent someone from the "reprogramming" department to fix my mistakes. At first the fox seemed very friendly, he even bought me a coffee to settle my nerves, but after drinking it, things got a little bit hazy. The last thing I remember is him saying: "We are a family here, so we should suffer together!". Then suddenly I was standing beside his desk, stroking my dick, not entirely sure how I got here. The fox said that he was moveing me to a "new position", something that "better fits my skills", and that the company would let me go once my investments turned to green. The thing is, every analyst he invited into his office predicted a long downward trend for months, or no return at all... I had been at this for so long that at some point he just slid an empty cup under me to keep my dick from leaking pre all over his desk. Now every time my body tenses up ready to cum, he tells me to stop, and calmly reminds me that this is exactly how the shareholders feel when they see no return on their investment. Or at least that's what he used to say... nowadays he just replaces the empty cup under and goes back to his work, not even showing a hint of mercy..."