He went to the mansion unsure of what to expect. He had been working for Mr. Porter's business for a while now as an accountant and mostly it had been uneventful. Sure, he had his ups and downs, but nothing too big either way. So, when he was invited to meet with Mr. Porter, who he had never met, it caught him completely off guard.

He walked in, dressed in his nicest business suit and saw a butler standing there, waiting for him. He was led into what looked like a modern lounge with a bar and saw several others standing around with drinks in their hands. They seemed to be a mix of ages, and it took a moment to realize they were likely family of Mr. Porter, along with one or two faces that he recognized as close associates.

He walked up to the bar and a bartender got him a scotch and soda. He took the drink and sipped it, wondering what this was all about. Conversation with the rest did not seem to illuminate matters.

Finally, as he was sipping his second drink, Mr. Porter appeared. He was a tall, old man, and despite his age he seemed to have an energy to him. He greeted each guest, save for one.

Mr. Porter, instead of greeting him, smiled and motioned toward him, getting the attention of the other guests.

"We're here today to honor a guest of ours. That gentleman right there," he then directly pointed at him. "Quietly managed to save us a huge amount of money over the years. It seems that your work, despite you not realizing it, saved us millions if not tens of millions over the years."

"So," Mr. Porter said. "I wish to reward you. I have several options if you would like to hear them."

He was shocked. He had known that he had seen things that people had missed, but was the number truly as high as he said? It seemed almost unreal that it was, but now that he thought on those errors over the years, he did start to realize there was a scale he had not appreciated before.

He snapped out of his thought and turned his attention to Mr. Porter. He smiled, and agreed to listen to the options. After hearing all of them, he was able to select one. After being sure that yes, it was a real option, and yes, that it was done ethically and legally, he agreed to one of the options.

He left the mansion later that day, shocked at how quick they had worked and how good he now felt. He still could not believe this was real, but with each brush of his thighs together, with each step of his ankle boots, and with each movement against the tight corset it was plainly obvious how real it was, and he could not be happier.