After a particularly bad breakup, you've been throwing yourself more and more into your work. Partly to try and distract yourself, but also so you can see more of your hot silfer fox of a boss. One day you, feeling brave, decide to go into his office and...
Data entry is so boring... guess I'll go hide in this office so I can give myself a break!
Oh I'm sorry! I didn't know this was occu- wait. What are you doing? Why are your pants down?
You. Pervert.
Hey- I know you! You're one of the higher ups! Hmmm... well, while I have you hear with your pants down, let me talk to you about a new, permanent, personal position I'd like in this company. Don't worry- I'll make sure you enjoy your new assistant. Besides, if you said no I would be simply forced to tell HR about this.
But first... let me show you a skill set much more suited to me then data entry.