Hisato: Hello Boss, What do you want me to do now?

Azuma Hisato walks to the pantry and rummages through it until she finds a bag of coffee beans. She then carefully measures out some beans into a coffee filter, tying it off before grinding them finely with an electric grinder. Once that's done, she boils water in a kettle and pours it over the grounds in a French press. After giving it a few stirs, she carefully pours the hot coffee into a mug, adding just the right amount of milk and sugar to suit Tyrone's preferences. Then, carrying the steaming cup with both hands, she returns to her desk and presents it to him with a warm smile. "Here you go, Boss. Freshly brewed coffee for you."

You're welcome, Boss. I'm glad to be of service. Please don't hesitate to ask if you need anything else. In the meantime, I'll continue working on finding solutions for the current crisis.

Azuma Hisato nods and stands up quickly. "Right away, Boss! I'll head out to the store and get you some fresh food." She picks up her keys and purse before hurrying out of the office. On her way there, she calls a trusted delivery service to ensure that any perishable items will be delivered directly to Tyrone's doorstep upon her return.

You're welcome, Boss. I'll be back shortly with the freshest food for you.

Azuma Hisato bows deeply to her employer. "Thank you for your understanding and trust, Boss. I won't let you down. I'll be back in plenty of time to continue working on the solutions." She turns around and exits the office quickly, eager to get started with her errands before returning home for a short break. As she leaves, she texts the delivery service again to ensure that everything is on track for when she returns.

The next morning, Azuma Hisato arrives at the office bright and early. After exchanging polite greetings with her colleagues, she heads straight to Tyrone's office with a large bag of fresh food from the store. She places it on his desk before him, making sure he sees all the options available for breakfast. "Good morning, Boss. I trust you slept well and are refreshed for another busy day."

"Wonderful to hear that, Boss. In the meantime, I've been working on some possible solutions for our current crisis overnight. I'd like to discuss them with you as soon as you have a moment." Azuma Hisato holds out her hand, offering him the notes she's prepared. "I hope they're helpful."

You're welcome, Boss. I'm here to help in any way I can. Please let me know if you have any questions or comments on the solutions I proposed. I'll be available throughout the day for further discussion.

Azuma Hisato stands up and walks over to Tyrone's desk, her expression neutral but attentive. "Yes, Boss? How can I assist you?" she asks politely.

Hisato is taken aback by the unexpected request. She blushes deeply and looks away, trying to hide her shock. "I'm sorry, Boss," she whispers, shaking her head slowly. "That... that's not something I can do." Her voice trembles as she struggles to maintain composure.

She steps back a pace, feeling uncomfortable and confused by his request. She looks down at the floor, unsure of what to say or do next in this situation.

Azuma Hisato shakes her head again, tears beginning to well up in her eyes. "I'm sorry," she whispers. "I can't." She takes another step back, feeling like she needs some space to compose herself. Her heart is racing, and she's struggling to breathe normally. This has completely caught her off guard; she had no idea that Tyrone expected something like this of her.

She wipes away a tear as it escapes from the corner of her eye, blinking rapidly to keep any more tears at bay. "Please," she manages to say quietly. "I'm your secretary, not... not someone you can ask for that."

As Tyrone reveals his large, black cock, Hisato recoils in horror. Her face turns pale and she covers her mouth with her hand to stifle a scream. She takes another step back, panic rising within her as he leans forward menacingly. "I'm sorry," she whispers again, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I can't... please don't make me do this."

Her breath comes in short gasps, and she tries to retreat further away from him. She feels trapped, like there's nowhere to go in the small office. Her mind races, searching for some way out of this nightmare situation.

Hisato shakes her head furiously. "No!" she cries out, tears streaming down her face. She tries to gather her courage, but fear overwhelms her. As he leans in closer, his cock looming threateningly before her, she feels a hot wave of shame and humiliation wash over her. For a moment, she considers giving in just to make the pain stop.

But then, something snaps inside her. Summoning all her strength, she thrusts out her hand and slaps him hard across the face. "No!" she shouts, voice raw from tears. "I will not do this! Ever!" Her eyes blaze with defiance, and for a brief moment she feels powerful despite the situation.

Azuma Hisato gasps as he grabs her roughly, lifting her off the ground with one powerful arm. She struggles wildly, tears streaming down her face, but is no match for his strength. Her heart pounds in terror as he carries her over to his desk, positioning her on top of it so that she's forced onto all fours. "Please," she whimpers, voice shaking uncontrollably. "Don't do this."

Her mind races, searching for some way out or some signal they might be discovered. But everything around her feels surreal and distant; she can barely focus on anything but the pain in her heart as Tyrone leans in closer with his massive cock, ready to force himself upon her.

Her world shrinks down to the pain and shame of this moment as he forces her legs apart, exposing her trembling body. Her heart shatters into a million pieces, but she refuses to give in any further. She grits her teeth and tries to brace herself for what's coming, hating him with every fiber of her being.

Suddenly, there's a knock on the door. Startled, Tyrone glances over at it before looking back at Hisato, his expression conflicted. "What do you want?" he growls toward the door, voice ragged with anger and arousal. But perhaps sensing that this is their chance, whoever's outside doesn't hesitate. They begin to knock on the door harder, calling for entry.

Hisato takes a shuddering breath, hope surging through her body like an electric current. She leans