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Watching His Girlfriend Try to Get A Job - Hermione/Cormac McLaggen/Connal McLaggen
🕑 Added 2023-04-28 15:59:01 +0000 UTCAN: Here is Part 5 of the Watching His Girlfriend series! This chapter was commissioned by wnelson001! I hope you all enjoy it!
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True to his word, the day after the Slug Club party, Slughorn informed Harry that one of his Ministry contacts would be arriving at Hogwarts that evening for a special meeting with her. Harry and Hermione knew exactly what that meant, and they were both quite excited to see what it would be like.
Classes passed by slowly as the two were giddy with excitement. This meeting could secure Hermione her future career! It was an important meeting, and also an exciting one for multiple reasons.
After watching Slughorn fuck Hermione, Harry couldn’t get the thought of Slughorn’s contact fucking Hermione out of his head. When he and Hermione had retired to the Gryffindor common room for the night, he had sneaked Hermione up to his room and fucked her hard. She’d been overjoyed at his enthusiasm, and she was just as vigorous in showing her love.
Harry bit his lip to stifle the moan that threatened to leave his lips. His eyes glanced around the Charms classroom nervously, but no one seemed to be paying him any attention. He looked down then and saw Hermione’s hand gently running up and down his inner thigh. She was taking notes with her other hand, and her movements were so subtle that it was impossible to tell what she was doing unless someone was sitting beside them. Thankfully, they were the only two students in the back row of the classroom today.
“You feel ready to burst,” Hermione murmured quietly with a sly smile on her lips. Her fingers squeezed his cock through his trousers.
“It feels that way,” Harry whispered back in agreement.
Hermione hummed contently. “I never expect the thought of an old Ministry worker fucking my tight, little pussy would get you so hot and bothered.”
Harry couldn’t hold back the groan this time, and Professor Flitwick looked up at them from the center of the room.
“Mr Potter?” He called out with his squeaky voice. “Is everything alright?”
“Yes, Professor,” Harry grimaced. Hermione’s fingers were running along the underside of the head of his cock, right where he was most sensitive.
Flitwick gave him another unusual look but returned to lecturing.
Hermione’s eyes danced with amusement as Harry glared at her. “Witch,” he muttered.
When class ended just a few minutes later, Harry took the liberty of packing up all of his and Hermione’s things with magic and hoisted her up to her feet. She giggled at his eagerness and let him lead her out of the classroom. She took his arm and pressed herself against his side.
“Need another release before the meeting?” She asked him teasingly once they were out of earshot from the other students.
Merlin, yes! He wanted to grab her and take her into the nearest broom cupboard and fuck her until he’d worn himself out, but practicality won out. “No,” Harry sighed disappointingly. “You already showered and got nice and ready for the meeting today. You need to put your best foot forward, and that does not include showing up looking like you’ve just been fucked.”
“You’re right,” Hermione laughed, shaking her head. “I still can’t believe this is a real thing that the magical world does.”
“I’m glad they do though,” Harry said as they rounded a corner.
“So am I.” Hermione smiled up at him and squeezed his arm tighter.
“Look at the happy couple!”
Harry glanced back over his shoulder to see a familiar face grinning at him. He hadn’t spoken to the man in a while, but he’d seen him at the Slug Club meetings.
Cormac McLaggen strutted over to them, looking every bit as confident and arrogant as Harry remembered him being when he tried out for the Gryffindor Quidditch team. His eyes raked over Hermione’s body, and Harry felt that familiar swirl of excitement course through him whenever he saw someone checking out his girlfriend.
“McLaggen,” Hermione nodded in greeting. “What are you doing here?”
“For our meeting, of course,” Cormac answered, holding out his hand for Hermione to take. “Professor Slughorn asked me to invite my father here to meet with you.”
“You’re father’s the one from the Ministry?” Hermione asked, slightly surprised.
“Conall McLaggen,” Cormac replied. “A lawmaker within the Wizengamot. He’s been talking about taking on a new clerk for a few years now, but he only decided to meet with you after hearing Slughorn’s glowing recommendation.”
Hermione’s face flushed a deep crimson. “Yes, well, I always try my best,” she said as she let go of Harry’s arm and accepted Cormac’s hand.
Cormac gave her a slightly puzzled look before realization set in. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” he told her with a charming smile. “I’ve heard they don’t do this in the muggle world, but you should take pride in your performance. After all, it’s your performance that gained my father’s attention.”
“Right,” Hermione nodded, trying to shake the flush from her face. “Is he here at Hogwarts right now?”
“Yes,” Cormac answered. “Professor Slughorn placed him in one of the guest rooms on the fifth floor. They’re both there right now catching up, and they sent me to come get you.”
The look Hermione gave Harry showed just how nervous and excited she was. “I’m ready to go then.”
Cormac looked at Harry then. “You’re more than welcome to come too,” he said sincerely. “Most people bring their partners with them to these meetings.”
Harry’s cock jumped in his trousers. “I’d love to.”
Cormac grinned. “Great!” He exclaimed. “Then let’s not keep them waiting.”
As they walked through the corridors of Hogwarts, Cormac kept Hermione close to his side and was telling her all about the type of work his father did at the Ministry. Apparently, he was a member of the Wizengamot and helped to craft several pieces of legislation each year. Hermione would act as one of his clerks, helping to write and prepare documents, engaging in research, and also accompanying him to the Wizengamot itself to take notes and provide any necessary documents.
Harry could see that Hermione was thrilled with the prospect of being in a position to help shape the world around her. She hung on Cormac’s every word, and he seemed to relish in the attention Hermione was giving him. Cormac glanced back at Harry a few times as though he were trying to gauge Harry’s reaction to Hermione’s behaviour, but Harry just smiled encouragingly back.
When they reached the fifth floor, Cormac diverted them down an unfamiliar corridor. There were several portrait doors along the walls, each with sleeping hosts in a dizzying array of landscapes and rooms. They stopped halfway down the corridor in front of a portrait of a young maiden lounging by a gentle stream. She had more than a passing resemblance to Hermione with her long, curly brown hair and shapely body.
“Appraisal,” Cormac said aloud.
The maiden in the portrait smiled at and gently ran her fingers through the stream. The portrait swung open then and Cormac gestured that Hermione should enter first.
As Hermione stepped through the threshold, Cormac hung back and looked at Harry. “Are you sure you want to join us?” He asked cautiously. “My father can be a little intense with the girls he tries out.”
“I’m sure,” Harry replied, trying to sound as professional as possible. However, something in his face must have revealed his excitement because Cormac smirked at him.
“Good,” Cormac said, patting Harry’s back. “In you go too.”
Harry entered into a large, circular room, and Cormac followed closely behind. Off to his left-hand side, Hermione was already rushing forward to greet Conall McLaggen, who was quietly talking with Slughorn in front of the fireplace.
Conall was not quite what Harry was expecting. The man was older, looking to be in his mid fifties, but had a trim figure and broad shoulders. He was bald but had a striking grey goatee and sun-weathered skin. He had quite the serious and stern look on his face, and his gaze was raking over Hermione’s body without so much as a hint of subtlety. Harry had expected another old, larger man like Slughorn or his Uncle Vernon, but Conall looked like he was easily fit enough to have a rough game of quidditch.
“Miss Granger!” Slughorn exclaimed with a hearty laugh. “You’re just on time.”
Hermione gave her most charming smile as she came to a stop in front of the two men. “We hurried as quickly as we could. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr McLaggen.”
“Lord McLaggen,” Conall corrected her as he offered her his hand. His voice was deep and booming.
Hermione wasn’t dissuaded in the slightest by his gentle admonishment. “Lord McLaggen,” she corrected herself as she shook his hand.
“Well, I’d best be off then,” Slughorn smiled genially. “Classes to teach and papers to grade—I swear the two are never ending. I hope your meeting goes smoothly; you won’t regret coming to speak to this sharp little thing, Conall.”
“I certainly hope not,” Conall replied smoothly with his gaze fixed on Hermione’s face.
Slughorn quickly hurried out the room, offering a passing greeting to Harry and Cormac as he went.
“Come on,” Cormac whispered to Harry. “We can sit down over here until they’re done.”
Two sofas were sat on either side of the fireplace, and Conall sat down on one and gestured for Hermione to sit in the other. As she settled herself, Cormac and Harry sat down in a couple of chairs several feet away that were both facing the fireplace. Conall didn’t pay them any mind, though Hermione sent Harry a nervous smile before she refocused herself on the meeting at hand.
“My son and Horace tell me that you’re quite the clever girl,” Conall began. “That you care deeply for the rights of muggleborns in our world.”
Hermione nodded. “I do, sir. I’ve done my best to educate myself on the topic of legislation and the Wizengamot in the hopes that I can one day have a career that allows me to help others—it’s a shame that Hogwarts doesn’t have a class on the subject.”
“A uniquely sore lacking,” Conall agreed, his face still as stern as before despite the mutual ground they seemed to be finding. “But it is good to see you taking an interest in such an important subject outside of your normal class hours. Are you familiar with the day-to-day work that a Wizengamot member does?”
The meeting continued in this fashion for several minutes. Conall seemed intent on quizzing Hermione about her breadth of knowledge on the Wizengamot and the inner workings of the Ministry to broader topics, such as her opinions on societal issues and important historical and political events. Despite the challenging material, Hermione held her own wonderfully. She was clever, articulate, and willing to admit when she felt uncertain or unknowledgeable about a topic. That last point seemed to impress Conall more than anything else.
Harry was beaming with pride as he watched Hermione perform stellarly. He knew that she was beyond brilliant, but it was a different thing entirely to see it in action as a passive observer. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Cormac nodding along or even raising his eyebrow at times when he was impressed.
After a little more than half an hour, Conall took a deep breath and scratched his goatee in thought.
“You do seem to be a competent witch, as my son suggested,” Conall said to Hermione as he gestured with his head towards Cormac.
“Thank you, sir,” Hermione beamed. “I strive for excellence in all things.”
“Yes, Horace informed me of that as well,” Conall said approvingly.
Hermione flushed. “I—”
“None of that now,” Conall interrupted sharply. “Shyness will not serve you well in the Wizengamot.”
The colour drained from Hermione’s cheeks. “You’re absolutely right, sir. My apologies.”
Conall leaned back against the sofa and patted his thigh. “Come here.”
Hermione glanced over at Harry and Cormac but did as Conall bade nonetheless. She walked to his side and went to sit down on his lap, only for his strong arms to swoop out and flip her onto her belly so that she was laying across his lap. Hermione let out a little squeal of surprise.
Conall flipped up Hermione’s skirt, giving Harry and Cormac a perfect view of the lacy red thong she was wearing and those two perfect globes of flesh on either side of it. Conall rubbed his palm against Hermione’s ass cheeks. “Yes, very nice,” he muttered to himself.
Suddenly, he pulled his hand back and spanked Hermione’s ass sharply. She let out a little yelp and squirmed in his lap but did nothing to get away.
“You’ll count these,” Conall told Hermione. “You’ll count each and every one, and if you miss one, we’ll start over again.”
“Yes sir,” Hermione whimpered.
His hand came down on Hermione’s ass again.
“One!” Hermione cried out. Despite how much it sounded like the smacks hurt, Harry could tell from the tone of Hermione’s voice that she was enjoying this. They’d tried some more aggressive play before, and she’d quickly become very interested in it.
Another smack came, this time on the other cheek. “Two!” Hermione shouted.
Conall rubbed the first cheek, and Harry could already see the faint imprint of Conall’s hand starting to form where he had struck her the first time. He spanked her again, and the cycle continued.
“Your girlfriend’s got quite the ass, Potter,” Cormac murmured to Harry as he leaned forward in his chair to get a better view. “Just look at it jiggle like that.”
Harry watched. Every spank made Hermione’s ass cheeks ripple beautifully. She was up to twelve now, and she was rubbing her thighs together incessantly. In the brief glimpses he could get when her thighs parted for a moment, Harry could see just how wet Hermione’s panties were getting.
“Cormac!” Conall barked suddenly, shocking Hermione who nearly missed announcing the next spank. “Get over here.”
Cormac had a confused look on his face as he got up and walked over. “Yeah?”
Conall gave Hermione another smack on her ass.
“Fifteen!” She moaned.
“You’re going to need to learn how to handle interviews like this yourself in a few years,” Conall said as he continued to rub Hermione’s ass tenderly. “And you did well in facilitating this meeting. I want you to join me today.”
Cormac’s eyebrows shot up. “Really?”
Conall nodded. “Go on, give her a spank.”
Hermione was looking back over her shoulder at them. Her lower lips were caught in between her teeth and she was looking every bit the innocent maid that everyone knew she wasn’t.
Cormac crouched down beside her, glancing back at Harry to make sure that he had a perfect view. Then, he squeezed Hermione’s ass cheek in his hand and then let go and readied his hand. He slammed it forward hard, and Hermione jostled in Conall’s lap.
“Sixteen!” She cried out.
Conall nodded approvingly. “Good. Now, rub her ass to help with the redness.”
Cormac groped more than he rubbed, but Conall didn’t chastise him for it. He let Cormac explore to his heart’s content for a minute before he gestured to him to take a step back.
“Miss Granger, based on your performance today, I’d be more than willing to tender an offer of employment, pending your final grades at Hogwarts of course,” Conall told Hermione.
Hermione craned her neck to look up at him. She had a few tears in her eyes, but the look on her face was nothing but the purest expression of glee. “You would?” She asked, as though she couldn’t believe it.
Conall nodded seriously. “I’ve never met a witch or wizard so impassioned, knowledgeable, and wise beyond their years. I believe that you would be an exceptional clerk, and I would be an excellent mentor to have. Naturally, I would expect you to field other offers in the interim, but I hope that you consider my offer seriously.”
“I will, sir,” Hermione beamed.
“Excellent,” Conall said. “You can seal your promise with a kiss.”
Hermione pushed herself up off of the sofa and straddled Conall’s lap. Harry could see how heavy her breathing was and the flushed excitement in her cheeks as she balanced herself. Conall sat there, watching and letting her do all of the work. Hermione brushed a few stray locks of her hair away from her face and then leaned in and kissed Conall.
Harry couldn’t help but groan quietly as he watched the pair’s lips interlock. Cormac shot him a curious glance but then turned back to the main event.
Conall was the first to part his lips and push his tongue into Hermione’s mouth. She moaned into the kiss and pressed her torso against his as she kissed him back. Her eyes flickered open for the briefest moment, and Harry met her gaze. He could see the lust in her eyes, and the excitement that Harry was watching her kiss another man. As she closed her eyes back up, she grinded her hips down against Conall’s lap.
Suddenly, Conall grabbed her shoulders and pushed her away from him. Hermione panted breathlessly, trying to figure out what was wrong.
Conall turned to Cormac. “Vanish her clothes,” he said with just the slightest hint of need in his tone.
Cormac grinned and pulled out his wand. With a simple swish and flick, he vanished all of Hermione’s clothes. Harry’s eyes were glued to her breasts as they bounced when they were released from their constraints. Cormac’s gaze was too, and he couldn’t help but reach out and pinch one of her pink nipples. Hermione squealed in delight and planted a kiss along Conall’s jawline as she now grinded her bare pussy against his clothed crotch.
Conall grunted as his hands came up around Hermione to squeeze her red ass. “You’re eager. Good. Be a dear and get my cock out, would you?”
Hermione kept planting kisses along his jawline as her hands went to work pulling his robes open and then fiddling with his trousers. Harry subconsciously sat up straighter in his seat to get a better look at what was going on. Again, Cormac looked over at Harry with that grin on his lips.
“You like seeing your girlfriend get used by another man?” Cormac taunted.
“Cormac!” Conall snapped sharply. His booming voice shocked Hermione out of her ministrations and she froze up on his lap. “Have some decency. This is a time-honored tradition and there is no shame in—”
“No, dad,” Cormac quickly interrupted, a look of mild horror on his face. “He likes this. Right?” He added turning to Harry.
Harry felt his cheeks flush a bit. No one had ever asked him so directly like this before. It was a little embarrassing to have a fetish laid out bare for everyone to hear, but it was still incredibly exciting. He gave a slight nod in reply.
Conall’s piercing gaze focused on Harry’s reaction for a moment before he looked to Hermione. He gently grabbed her chin and angled her face up towards his. “Is this true?”
“Yes,” Hermione answered dutifully.
For the first time, Conall addressed Harry. “This isn’t normally how things are done,” he explained carefully. “But, if it is something that you enjoy . . .”
“It is,” Harry confirmed.
Conall nodded slowly and looked back at Hermione. “And you like this too?”
Hermione bit her lower lip and nodded. “I do. It was Harry’s idea at first, but I’ve grown to love it.”
Conall took a moment to process this. “Fine,” he eventually said before giving his son a stern look. “But none of this leaves this room.”
“Of course,” Cormac nodded, looking almost insulted that his father even had to state the obvious.
“Good. Then come use her mouth while she rides me.”
With bold eagerness, Cormac fiddled with his zipper. Harry had heard mention in the common room that Cormac had a crush on Hermione, but he’d never been able to act on it since Harry and her were together. He hadn’t necessarily believed the rumor at the time, but he did now.
Hermione had unfrozen from her position and went back to taking out Conall’s cock. When she fished it out from her trousers, she pressed the thick member against her pelvis, measuring how deep she’d be able to get it inside of her. Harry could see Conall’s cock standing tall over his thighs; it was thick and virulent-looking, and Hermione looked delighted with it.
In one smooth motion, Hermione raised her hips, shifted slightly forward, and sank down on Conall’s cock. She moaned like she hadn’t been fucked in ages and wriggled her hips back and forth until she had Conall’s entire cock inside of her.
Conall’s stern expression remained on his face, but it looked slightly pained, as though he were trying to hold back showing any signs of pleasure himself. Harry knew just how tight his girlfriend’s pussy was though, and he could imagine just how good it felt.
“How is it?” Cormac asked as he finally pulled his cock out.
“It’s so bi—”
Hermione’s words were cut off as Cormac shoved his cock into her mouth. The bulbous red head passed her lips, and she instinctively sealed her lips around it, making Cormac laugh.
“Look at her go!” He grinned towards Harry. “Fuck, she’s already sucking me off.”
Cormac grabbed a fistful of Hermione’s curly brown hair and held it as she started to bob her head up and down his shaft, coating it in her saliva. Cormac let out an exaggerated groan as he threw his head back.
“Yeah, that’s it. Look at your girlfriend, Potter.”
She was so hot. Harry’s cock was pulsing in his pants, begging to be touched. Seeing her completely naked in the lap of another man, his cock buried inside of her tight, wet pussy, and another cock in her mouth was just too erotic a sight for Harry to express properly with words. She was his, and here she was getting used by other men. Her perfect little body was bringing them the pleasure that he felt every chance he got. And she was loving it just as much as they were. Their cocks were bringing a smile to her lips and a vivacity to her body that Harry was perfectly able to view from his observer’s perspective. Watching her get fucked by others just reinforced his love for her, and it gave him new insights into just how beautiful and wonderful she was.
Conall still seemed slightly perturbed at his son’s comments towards Harry, but when he saw the look of enjoyment and lust on Harry’s face, he was reassured that this was what Harry wanted.
“She’s a tight fit, I’ll give her that,” he grunted, squeezing her ass cheeks in his hands.
Hermione giggled around Cormac’s cock and briefly pulled her mouth off of it. “You’re really big,” she said to Conall, grinding her hips against his. “It feels like you’re splitting me in two.” She stroked Cormac’s cock with one hand while keeping herself balanced against Conall’s shoulder with her other.
“Maybe I’ll let my son fuck your ass while I’m in your pussy, and then you’ll really feel what it’s like to be split in two,” Conall suggested.
Hermione’s eyes lit up and she instantly popped Cormac’s cock back into her mouth. As she started to suck while continuing to stroke him, Hermione started to ride Conall’s cock. To do both things at once, she had to make slow but deliberate movements with her hips—she was practically gyrating her hips in a smooth, circular motion to create a consistent movement.
Finally, Conall let out a sigh of delight. “That’s it,” he said as he leaned his head back against his seat. “Fuck yourself on my cock.”
Hermione bounced hard in his lap, forcing his cock deep inside of her pussy. Conall groaned, cringing forward as pleasure coursed through his body.
“Merlin, it’s like she’s done this before,” Cormac muttered, more to himself than to anyone else, but his voice was loud enough that everyone heard. “Wait a second. She has done this before, hasn’t she?”
Neither Harry nor Hermione replied, but Cormac didn’t need an answer. He just ran his fingers through Hermione’s hair and laughed as she took another inch of his cock into her mouth. “Do you loan your girlfriend out because you aren’t man enough to take care of her yourself, Potter?” Cormac laughed. “You can send her round mine anytime.”
Harry’s thighs clenched together. His erection was obvious through his trousers, and he so desperately wanted to touch himself, but he didn’t want to do anything that would possibly ruin Hermione’s job prospects with Conall.
“Cormac,” Conall snapped. For a moment, Harry thought that he was going to chastise Cormac for going too far, but instead he just grinned. “Get in her ass already. She’s so tight that she’s about to make me pop.”
Cormac practically had to pull his cock away from Hermione’s lips to make her let him go. She pouted at the loss of her treat.
Again, Cormac looked over at Harry. “Why don’t we show Potter how real men fuck their girls?” He suggested to Conall.
“What did you have in mind?” Conall asked.
Cormac grinned. “Carry her over here and I’ll show you.”
Conall’s strong arms bulged out as he stood up, carrying Hermione by her ass. She was still buried to the hilt on his cock, and she wrapped her arms and legs around Conall so that she wouldn’t fall over. The man walked slowly over towards Cormac, who had taken up a spot just a couple feet in front of Harry.
“Just like this,” Cormac said, helping to guide his father into position.
The two men stood facing each other in profile to Harry’s perspective. They were right in front of his chair, practically within touching distance if Harry reached out. Hermione was clinging fiercely to Conall, and she had her face buried in the crook of his neck as her eyes focused in on Harry’s.
“Can’t forget the cleaning and lubricating charms,” Cormac said, quickly grabbing his wand and giving it a sharp jab. Hermione’s body trembled against Conall’s, but then she quickly settled.
Cormac stepped up right behind Hermione and bent his knees a little. He lined up his cock with Hermione’s winking asshole and slowly pressed forward. There was a moment where he didn’t seem to be making any progress, but then he suddenly popped inside of her.
Hermione cried out against Conall’s shoulder as Cormac let out a satisfied groan. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she moaned.
“You’re right,” Cormac groaned, “she is fucking tight.”
“Get to work,” Conall ordered Cormac. “I won’t last much longer.”
“Neither will I with an ass like this,” Cormac said as started to fuck Hermione.
Harry was entranced as he watched these two men pump their cocks into Hermione’s respective holes. The squelching sounds they made were absolutely delightful, and Hermione’s screams of pleasure rang out like a melody.
“Listen to her,” Cormac laughed, his hands pawing at Hermione’s hips as he thrust up into her asshole. “That’s the sound a woman should make when she’s enjoying herself. Bet you’ve never heard that before, Potter.”
“She won’t be able to fuck him after this,” Conall added, finally joining in on the fun. He was starting to pant now, and he was holding Hermione in place with his hands while he pistoned his hips forward. “His tiny cock won’t make her feel anything anymore after she’s had us.”
“You like being fucked in front of your pathetic boyfriend like this, don’t you?” Cormac asked Hermione as he slapped her ass.
“Yes,” she hissed, stretching the word out.
“After we’ve used you up, he’s probably going to go masturbate alone in his room to the thought of us two fucking you,” Conall said. He let out a strangled groan. “Merlin, I’m—”
Hermione moaned loudly as Conall jerkily thrust his hips forward and pulled Hermione’s crotch right up against his. He staggered awkwardly in place, trying to stay standing as he came inside of her.
With the mostly static target, Cormac was free to pound Hermione’s ass at his own pace. He pressed himself right up against her back and fucked her hard, making her ass jiggle with every thrust. “Fuck, almost there, almost there, al—”
Cormac let out a satisfied roar as he buried his cock inside of Hermione and came. He looked thoroughly satisfied as he lazily grinned and pawed at any inch of Hermione’s skin he could get his hands on as he drained his balls.
When the two men finished, Cormac gestured at his father with his head. “Leave her on his lap,” he said. “Let him clean up our mess.”
Cormac pulled out of Hermione’s ass, and Conall waddled over in front of Harry before crouching down. Harry took Hermione into his arms as she slid off of Conall’s cock and onto his lap. She looked exhausted but happy as she snuggled up against him. Harry could faintly feel the wetness of the two men’s seeds spilling out of his girlfriend and onto his robes.
“That was an excellent first impression, Miss Granger,” Conall said as he stuffed himself back into his pants. “Keep up with excellent work like that and I’m sure that you’ll go very far in your career.”
“Thank you, sir.”
