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Sissify Yourself: Learning to think pt IV


Learning to think pt IV - The Case of Mrs Catherine Stevens : The Revenge


It had been 2 hours since your outburst. you thought you were a bit too harsh on her. but then you convinced yourself that she had it coming with her behavior. you didn't know where she was for the last 2 hours. she had left the building, that's for sure. you just stayed there staring at your pc. thinking about what you almost fell for. your life was back on track now. the phone is ringing.

- Hello?
- What? Hey, Annita! Whoah! Wait! Wait! Don't talk so fast! I can't understand a thing you're saying!
- There's police outside my house???
- Police??? Why???
- Wait, what? Let them in? 
- I got nothing to hide! You can...whoa...wait...WAIT. ANNITA.
- JUST WAIT!
- You're saying I have 2 policemen in my door?
- Search my house????
- WHY?????
- What do you mean they don't say why????
- I HAVE THE FUCKING POLICE IN MY DOOR AND THEY DON'T EVEN TELL YOU THE REASON THEY WANT TO GET IN???
- I HAVE NOTHING TO HID......
- WAIT...
- IS THAT POSSIBLE...????
- NO, ANNITA, I'M NOT TALKING TO YOU. JUST A FUCKING MOMENT TO THINK!!
- WHAT THE FUCK???? ANNITA WAIT!! 
- DO NOT LET THEM IN!!!
- YOU HEAR ME?????
- I DON'T CARE WHAT ARE YOU GONNA SAY, JUST TELL THEM TO FUCKING WAIT UNTIL I COME OVER!!!!
- YOU ARE THE MAID FOR FUCK'S SAKE! JUST TELL THEM TO WAIT FOR ME!!!
- WELL, TELL THEM THEY NEED A FUCKIN WARRANT!!!!
- IN 3 HOURS?
- Okay, I'll be there! I got to go now, I have a call waiting...
- Yeah, bye..
- Hello?
- Hey, Mark. What's going on?
- You can tell me everything, man! What do you mean, you 're not supposed to?
- What's wrong, man?
- Don't make it worse, man. I've got enough problems already!
- Okay, man, I promise.
- Yes. This call never happened.
- What is it?
- I'm dying here!
- Wait, wait, wait, wait!
- ME?
- WITH THEM???
- I GOT NOTHING TO DO WITH THEM!!!!
- WHAT???? 
- MONEY???
- WHAT MONEY???
- I NEVER PAID THEM ANY MONEY!!!!!
- WHY WOULD I PAY THEM ANY MONEY???? OUR COMPANIES ARE GOING TO BE MERGED ANYWAY!!!
- WHAT?????
- THAT'S RIDICULOUS!!!!!
- WHO THE FUCK SAYS THESE THINGS????
- CAYMAN. THAT FILTHY WORM! 
- HE WANTED ME OUT OF THE PICTURE FOR YEARS!!!!
- THAT'S A SET UP, MAN!!!!
- THEY DON'T HAVE ANY PROOF!!!
- WHAT IS HE GOING TO SAY TO THE PRESIDENT????
- YOU SAW IT??????
- WHAT DID YOU SEE, MAN?????
- I HAVEN'T DONE ANYTHING!!!!!
- IT'S A FUCKIN SET UP, MAN!!!!!
- WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE????
- JUST TELL HIM TO WAIT!!!
- MARK, PLEASE!!! JUST TELL HIM TO WAIT A FUCKIN MOMENT! EVERYTHING IS FUCKING COLLAPSING AROUND HERE!!! I GOT TO... WHAT THE FUCK....?
- MARK??? ARE YOU LISTENING????
- JUST LISTEN TO ME!!!
- I GOT TO MAKE A PHONE CALL, OKAY????
- ONE PHONE CALL!!!
- THAT'S ALL I'M ASKING!!!!!
- TELL HIM THAT!
- ONE PHONE CALL, OKAY??
- THANK YOU!!!
- THANK YOU!

you dial Catherine's mobile number. your hands start shaking again. she has to answer.








- Hello?
- WHAT HAVE YOU DONE????
- Hey, stud! i was expecting your call...
- WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU DONE, YOU SICK FREAK???
- Oh, big boy... is this the proper way to talk to a lady?
- So, what's up? are you in jail yet?
- WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON????
- Oh...honey. come on! didn't i tell you?
- DID YOU CALL THE POLICE???
- Of course i did...
- YOU BITCH!!! 
- WHAT FOR???
- THEY GOT NOTHING!!!!
- Oh... poor baby...
- At least you will sound convincing in court.
- I would love to see your face, when they find the drugs, the papers, the money. oh you're gonna be something! i'm telling you.
- WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT??? I GOT...
- Nothing. I know. you can say it as many times as you want. it won't be the truth though.
- See. believe it or not. you made more than 500.000 dollars from it. which i took of course. they are all spent now. you have friends in the underworld now. don't worry. maybe they'll think of something to get you out.
- NO!!! YOU 'RE LYING!!!!
- LISTEN, FUCKER! I DON'T GIVE A FUCK WHAT YOU BELIEVE!! THE POLICE IS IN Y-O-U-R DOOR! NOT MINE! 
- SO GO AHEAD! WHY DON'T YOU LET THEM IN??? WHY??? HAH??
- AS FOR YOUR JOB. I HEAR THAT CAYMAN HAS SOME PRETTY CONVINCING EVIDENCE OF YOUR MONKEY BUSINESS THERE, HAH?
- BY THE WAY. DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHO GAVE ALL THIS TO THAT FILTHY WORM?
- Y-O-U F-U-C-K-I-N-G W-H-O-R-E!!!!!!!
LISTEN, STUD. I 'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU LITTLE MOUTH. 
- Catherine!
- CATHERINE!!!!
- THAT FUCKING BITCH HUNG UP ON ME!!

you called. again and again. nothing. you had no idea what to do. where to go. what to say. you thought of calling Emma. but then what to say to her? call at your house to see what's going on there? calling Mark? look for Cayman? for the first time in your life you felt alone. fucked. and desperate. 

you took your car keys. you had no other choice. she was the only one who could do something right now. it was a bad move. but it was the only card you had. you sneaked out of your office. you drove as fast as you could. 20 minutes later you were on her doorstep. you ringed the bell.

- What the fuck am i doing?

you said to yourself. she opened the door. 




- well, well. look who we have here...
- WHAT HAVE YOU DONE??? TELL ME NOW!!! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE??? HOW I FIX THIS???? WHAT AM I GOING TO DO???? 

you grabbed her by the throat. almost choked her to death. she tried to breath. with a sudden move she gave you a deadly kick in the balls. you fell on your knees. 
- WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING YOU FILTHY SCUM????
- YOU ARE DEAD!! YOU HEAR ME?????
- YOU ARE FUCKING DEAD!!!!
- YOU WILL ROT IN JAIL, FUCKER!!!!
- ROT IN JAIL!!!!!

you were on your knees. you were in agony. you didn't raise your head. you started crying. uncontrollably. it was the first time.

- I'm sorry...
- I'm so sorry...

she didn't speak. you kept looking down.



- I don't know where to go...
- I don't know what to do...
- My life is ruined...
- You ruined my life...
- I hate you...
- I fuckin hate you...
- I don't know what to do...
- Please help me...

she was still trying to breath normally. you were right in front of her feet. you started kissing them.

- Please...
- I will do whatever you want...
- I will be whoever you want...
- I swear to my life...
- Please help me...
- I'm begging you...

she slapped you. 

- DO NOT MOVE A MUSCLE!!!!

slapped you again.

- IF YOU MAKE THE TINIEST MOVE...

slapped you again. your cheeks were burning. she slapped you again. you stayed still.

- DO NOT LOOK AT ME IN THE EYES!!!!

slapped you again. you lowered your eyes. still on your knees.

- COME ON!! GIVE ME WHAT YOU HAVE!!! LET'S SEE!!!

slapped you again. you stayed still.

- COME ON, YOU SON OF A BITCH!!! DO IT!! YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO!!!
- WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR???
- DO IT, FUCKER!!!
- YOU WANNA HIT ME??? 
- DO IT, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!!!!
- GIBE ME WHAT YOU GOT!!!!
- COME ON, FAGGOT!!!!

she slapped you again.

- KISS MY FEET, FUCKER!!!!

you started kissing her feet. she slapped you again. 

- DO NOT STOP, FUCKER!!! IF YOU STOP...

you kept kissing her feet, as you were ordered. 

- HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE ONE STEP AWAY FROM JAIL, FUCKER???

she slapped you again.



- NOW WHAT DO YOU SAY? AM I GONNA PAY??? PAY BIG YOU SAID???

she slapped you again.



- ANSWER ME, FUCKER!!!!
- YOU SAID I WAS GONNA PAY BIG????

slapped you again.

- ANSWER ME!!!!

again.



- YES!!!!

- YES... MRS STEVENS....

she slapped you again.

- YOU FILTHY FUCK. 
- YOU WILL FUCKIN PAY. PAY REAL BAD...

slapped you again. you were trying to hold your tears while kissing her feet.



- YOU WERE MAKING FUN OF ME, FUCKER???
- HOW DOES IT FEEL NOW, HAH??

slapped you again. the pain was unbearable now.

- IS "THIS" FUNNY???

and by "this" she gave you another slap on the face. both your cheeks were now red and bruised.

- HOW YOU FEEL NOW, FUCKER???
- YOU LIKE IT???

slapped you again.



- THANK ME, FUCKER!!
- THANK ME FOR DOING THIS TO YOU!!!

you didn't think twice.

- Thank you!!!
- THANK YOU, WHAT, FUCKER?????

she gave you another slap.

- THANK YOU, MRS STEVENS!!!

she grabbed your throat and pressed you against the wall. you showed no resistance whatsoever. 



- I AM MRS FUCKING STEVENS FOR YOU, YOU NASTY, LITTLE WORM!!! GOT IT???
- IF YOU EVER CALL BE WITH MY FIRST NAME AGAIN, YOU WILL SEE THE REST OF YOUR LIFE IN A FUCKING CELL!!!!
- GOT IT????

you tried to answer. you couldn't breath though. you just nodded. she pressed your throat even more.



- YOU ARE A MAGGOT NOW, FUCKER!!! 
- A LITTLE MAGGOT!! ONE STEP FROM SPENDING THE REST OF ITS PATHETIC LIFE IN A FUCKING DUNGEON!!!
- DO YOU BELIEVE NOW????

she pressed even more. you couldn't speak. or breath. you nodded again.



- YOU LOST EVERYTHING, FUCKER!!
- YOU FORGET YOUR OLD LIFE!!!
- NOBODY CAN DO ANYTHING FOR YOU, NOW!!!!
- NOBODY BUT ME!!!!!!
- UNDERSTAND?????

you nodded again.

- YOU WILL BE MY BITCH IF YOU WANT TO LIVE!!!!!!
- D-O Y-O-U U-N-D-E-R-S-T-A-N-D?????

nodded again.

- YOU WILL BE MY FUCKING BITCH!!!
- DO WHATEVER I FUCKING TELL YOU TO DO!!!
- OBEY MY EVERY COMMAND LIKE A FUCKING PUPPET!!!
- DO YOU UNDERSTAND, WORM????

she took her hand from your throat for a second. you took a breath. you thought you would die there. you started crying uncontrollably.

- YES!!!!
- YES I UNDERSTAND!!!!
- I UNDERSTAND MRS STEVENS!!!
- THANK YOU, MRS STEVENS!!!!
- PLEASE MRS STEVENS!! JUST HELP ME AND I WILL BE YOURS FOREVER!!!!!
- HELP ME MRS STEVENS!!!!
- I DON'T WANT TO GO TO JAIL, MRS STEVENS!!!!
- I DON'T WANT TO DIE!!!
- PLEASE, MRS STEVENS!!!!
- I AM YOURS!!!!!

she pressed your hands against the wall. her body was pressing yours. her face was right in front of you. her lips were now practically touching yours. you could feel her breath. 

- This is a turning point for you, big boy. 
- I deal with your problems, you become a puppet.
- Are we clear?

you feel her breath entering your lungs.

- Yes...

you whisper.

- You become my soldier. my servant. my bitch. you ask for nothing, I ask for everything. you become a tool that will help me reach my goals. 
-Are we clear?

you take a small breath.

- Yes...

you nod.

- If you ever question me, or do anything to displease me, you pay with your life. there will be no second chance for you.
- Am I clear?
- Yes...

you murmur.

- From now on, you become my rag doll. you eat, sleep, breath and live as my property.
- Am I clear, boy?
- Yes...

she touches your lips. you stay still. you feel her tongue. she gives you a wet kiss. it has the taste of smoke. you are trembling. you have never felt so much fear in your whole life. 

- That's my baby.

she whispers in your left ear.

- Now, go for a walk like a good boy, as I deal with your thingies. do not talk with anyone until i'm finished. of course "anyone" includes your soon-to-be-ex Emma. soon you will receive your new orders.
- Okay, baby?

she gives a tiny lick on your ear.

- Yes...

you whisper. seconds later you were gone.




  
it was now 11 p.m. you had no idea what was going on with your job, the police in your house or anything else. you wanted to call Catherine. desperately. you had to know. it was your life. what if she had made matters worse? what if she lied about everything and she just wanted to put you in prison? what if all these was a trap? you couldn't get these terrifying thoughts out of your mind. you had to stay calm. you were walking on the streets for no reason for nearly 10 hours. suddenly your phone started ringing. you heart stopped. you saw the number. it was her! your hands were shaking. you tried to answer. it was the hardest thing you had ever done.

- Hello..?

you whispered. your voice was weak. 

- Hello, pet. where are you?
- Uhmmm... i am... walking... wha...???? what happened? did you.. did you do it???
- Let's just say that as long as you behave, you will keep your place between the rest of us.

you almost cried. happy tears...

- You know what it takes to keep things like that, right?
- Yes! yes, Mrs Stevens!!! thank you... thank you... thank you...
- I'm sure, you have learned your lesson, right?
- Yes! Yes!! Yes i have!!!!
- See, there's no room for another "incident". do you understand?
- Yes, Mrs Stevens!!! Yes, I understand!!!!!
- I have big things coming up for me. and i have to be sure for my people. from now on, there will be no turning back, baby. you do as i say, you stay out of trouble, you do 1 mistake, you wish you were dead. 
- AM, I CLEAR, PET?
- YES. YES. THANK YOU. THANK YOU. JUST THANK YOU, MRS STEVENS!
- Okay, now shut the fuck up.
- Listen to me.
- You will go back to your place. 
- Emma doesn't know anything.
- You go back there and act normally. a lot of shit happened today. neighbors may have seen things. you keep her happy. we want her totally clueless. 
- You will have sex today.
- And you will make sure she cums twice. we want her happy for today.
- Do not use your cock though!
- I don't want it nowhere near her!
- You make sure you use your tongue well. suck her pussy and let her cum in your mouth. okay?
- Yes, Mrs Stevens!
- And no matter what: do not use your cock! DO NOT EVEN TOUCH IT!! UNDERSTOOD???
- Yes, Mrs Stevens.
- Okay, puppet.
- And as of tomorrow, you are taking over your new secretarial duties. is it okay?
- Yes, Mrs Stevens.
- Okay then. tomorrow it's Tuesday. that means fashion day for you, right?
- Yes.
- Perfect. so, i'll see you tomorrow. you are expected to be in your office at 7 a.m every day. i want cookies and coffee  waiting for me in my office. i want everything scheduled and ready for me. 
- When i walk in, you will always stand up waiting for your orders. 
- If i ever catch you doing anything other than your specific day's duties, you will be punished. 
- Of course you realize that there's only one punishment for you. you know what, right?
- Yes, Mrs Stevens, i understand.
- You will work your ass off, boy. believe me. are we clear?
- Yes, Mrs Stevens...
- Okay then. 
- NOW, GO!
- Thank you, Mrs Stevens!! thank you... thank y...

she had hung up.




 it was 7 a.m. last night was hard. really hard for you. you didn't want to have sex with everything that went on. you had to though. Emma didn't want either. you tried. she denied. then you begged. you begged. and just when you managed to get her into bed, you wouldn't fuck her. despite your raging hardon. you didn't even get it out. it was frustrating for her. at first. because later she was fine. she was better than fine. in fact, she came twice. in your mouth. it was the first time for both of you to have sex this way. it was new. different. for her. because for you it was nothing but a torture...

you walked into your office. sat in what used to be YOUR seat. it was hard. you hadn't fully realized the extent of it. you did your best to accept the fact that things were changed for you now. you saw something on your desk. it was a letter. you opened it. and started reading....


Dear puppet,

This is the first day of the rest of your life.

I'm sure you haven't realized what is going on yet. that's okay. you will learn. with my help. so. today it's tuesday, right? well, listen what you have to do.

If everything is okay, it must be 7 a.m. right? well, that means you have plenty of time before you start your work. so. you will go to the nearest store and you will buy the latest issue of Cosmopolitan. you will put it in your bag and you will make sure no one sees you as you walk back into your office.

You will lock the door and you will start working. but what means "work" for you, now? you are a secretary now, remember? well, listen. work for you on tuesdays, means the following:

a. you learn by heart the latest issue of the fashion magazine that I will have ordered.
b. you draw your fashion sketch, which must be in line with something that you read about. 

that means, first i test your fashion knowledge and then i examine your skills, okay?

remember honey. it won't be that easy for you as we move on. right now, i'm not asking for much. BUT! this is work, remember? this is what you are paid for! you are not paid to fill your mind with useless worries about future deals and stock options! you are paid to forget these things!

so, fashion is the first type of skills that we are going to work on. 

that means, you are going to be examined, honey. tested. more than anyone in this company!

because i am your boss now. and your boss wants results. okay? people here become better and better in their jobs everyday, honey. well, you'll beat them all! you will progress in fashion knowledge and sketching skills exponentially. okay? so, i will give you 1 month to see amateurish results, but after that. then i will expect you to have the basic knowledge and skills of a wannabe fashion designer. 

for your help, baby. if you want a friendly advice. for now, your 1 magazine per week is fine to pass your tests, but hey. if i were you i would do my homework. one month later, everything is gonna be different, sweety. see. people like me, may not need to know that stuff, but a fashion designer has to have lots of things, baby. i'm saying this for you, honey. open books. magazines. go to fashion shows. talk to people. surf on the internet. ask. learn. your tests are gonna get really hard, sweety. soon you 're gonna need to find your personal style...

that's it for today.

the exams will be held at 6 p.m. you are expected to have your sketch with you.

p.s: did you check to see what time is it? my coffee must be served at 07.55 every morning. you don't want to be late...

xxx






for 3 days now you live in a nightmare. a never ending nightmare from which you can not escape. for 3 days now you've been lying to everyone. and for everything. from the moment you step into your office until the moment you leave, you have a constant fear that any second everything will fall apart. you now live in a world of lies. you have avoided all the company's meetings. sent Catherine instead. you have said all kinds of excuses for that reason. it's hard. it's too damn hard. that look on her face as she leaves the office. your office. and when she comes back. never says anything. every second you become less and less updated about the company's matters. that's what she wants. but you are a fighter. you know too much. still. it was YOUR job. it still is. you have worked hard for all these. you have always been the best in what you do. even now. you haven't made not even 1 mistake in your tests. not even 1! not even when you were asked to describe in full detail, what was voted as the women's 3rd most common sexual fantasy, according to Cosmopolitan's latest issue! for crying out loud, you described a threesome with 2 men exactly as it was written in the article!  

you think about her. all the time. 24/7. she treats you with no respect at all. it's as if you are her slave or something. you just wish something terrible happened to her. but then again. you remember you can't let this happen. it's in your own interest. it's a terrible life. you see her taking everything that's yours. and the worst part is that you help her do that! you help! you 're in a vortex. you know that now. you wish you could find a way out of this. this is your only thought. it;s what keeps you alive.

in fact, it's what you think about even now, as you 're making her coffee. she 'll be here soon...

- Good morning, pet.

you stand up.

- Good morning Mrs Stevens.
- How you doin, baby?
- I'm doing fine, Mrs Stevens.
- Did you prepare the file i told you about, yesterday?
- Yes, Mrs Stevens.

She takes a seat in her/your office. has a small sip of her coffee.

- Hmmm, that's a good coffee here. not like yesterday's. i see you 're a fast learner, hah?

she has a smirk on her face.

- Thank you, Mrs Stevens.

you want to kill her. never stopped thinking about it.

- Listen, pet. we 've got work to do.
- You know today is the most important meeting of all time. it's the merger agreement.
- I know, Mrs Stevens.
- Okay, perfect. now, listen what we are going to do.
- First, you are going to tell me everything about it.
- I mean, in detail. okay?
- Yes, Mrs Stevens.
- See, i want e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g! have you prepared your analyses?
- Yes, Mrs Stevens...
- Forecasting?
- Yes..
- Your proposals about next year's course of action?
- Yes, Mrs Stevens...
- That's perfect. you are going to hand them to me then.
- I know...
- Come on! now!
- Here it is, Mrs Stevens.

your hands are shaking again. it is your life's work in there. 

- Please, watch out. it's my life's work in there...

she takes the papers out of your shaking hands.



- WHAT DID YOU SAY, BITCH?
- Nah.. noth... nothing... Mrs Stevens...

you are too damn afraid now. you look down praying not to say anything more. she stands right in front of you. 

- LOOK AT ME, BITCH!!

you have no choice. you raise your head. her heels make her taller than you.

- WHOSE WORK IS THIS, WHORE???
- Yours, Mrs Stevens...
- SAY IT LOUDER, SLUT! LOOK AT ME AND SAY IT!!
- This is your work Mrs Stevens!!

she bends you over her/your desk and starts spanking you.



- WHATEVER (SMACK) YOU (SMACK) DO (SMACK) IS (SMACK) MY (SMACK) WORK (SMACK)!!!
- DO YOU UNDERSTAND, BITCH???

you try to control yourself. you want to cry.

- YES, MRS STEVENS!!!
- YOU ARE MY FUCKING SECRETARY, BITCH (SMACK)!! DO YOU UNDERSTAND??? (SMACK)
- YES, MRS STEVENS!!
- WHAT DO YOU EXPECT??? REWARD????? (SMACK - SMACK - SMACK)
- NO, MRS STEVENS!!!!
- YOU WILL NEVER BECOME ANYTHING MORE THAN A FUCKING SECRETARY, BITCH!! DO YOU UNDERSTAND???
- SO WATCH YOUR FUCKING MOUTH 'CAUSE IF YOU 'RE NOT GOOD IN YOUR JOB, I WILL FIND A FUCKING REPLACEMENT FOR YOU IN NO TIME!!!! DO YOU UNDERSTAND??? (SMACK)
- YES!!! YES, MRS STEVENS!! I UNDERSTAND!!
- NOW STAND UP, YOU FUCKING SLUT AND LOOK AT ME!!!

you have never been more humiliated in your entire life. you don't know how you even manage to stand on your feet.

- YOU WILL GIVE ME YOUR WORK!
- YOU WIL HAND ME YOUR NOTES!
- YOU WILL FILL ME IN ABOUT EVERYTHING!
- YOU WILL TELL ME YOUR SECRETS!
- YOU WILL TELL ME YOUR HUNCHES!
- YOU WILL EXPLAIN!
- IN FULL DETAIL!!!
- YOUR LIFE DEPENDS ON IT!!
- UNDERSTAND, SLUT???
- Yes, Mrs Stevens...
- THAT'S MY GIRL!!!

as she gives you a friendly slap on your face, she can instantly read your feelings of malice and resentment at what she has just said.

- What's the matter, baby?
- Did i say anything that upset you?
- N...no... Mrs... Stevens...
- You don't like being called "a girl"? is that it?
- N.. no... Mrs... Stevens...

everybody could see you were lying.

- So, that means you like being called "a girl"...
- Ye.. yes... Mrs Stevens...

you managed to mumble.

- Say it then.

you wanted to kill her.

- I like being called "a girl".
- You are whatever the fuck i want you to be, baby. do you get that?
- Yes, Mrs Stevens.
- If i ever see any kind of resentment again in any of my orders, i swear to God, i will make you regret it. 
- Do you understand, GIRL?
- Yes, Mrs Stevens...
- You are a secretary, baby. don't let your little brain there and your nice, serious costume fool you. 
- You are a good ole secretary now. the fact that you act like everything is normal when we are with other people is just a distraction, baby. do not let this ruin your life. do not forget your "real" place. 
- You will live the rest of your life as a humble secretary. do you understand, honey?
- Yes, Mrs Stevens.

you were screaming inside.



- And we will make sure that you take all the steps back that you need in terms of skills, so that you fit in your new position.
- You may be way overqualified for a secretary at this point, but trust me. in time, you will struggle to keep even your basic grammar skills...

- FUCK YOU!!!!!!! I AM GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU!!!!! YOU FUCKING LITTLE WHORE!!!!!! I'M GONNA MAKE YOU PAY, YOUR FILTHY BITCH!!!!!!! THIS IS "MY" JOB!!!! MINE!!!!! YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS, WHORE!!!!!!!! TRUST ME!!!!!!!

your thoughts were spinning in your head.

- Yes, Mrs Stevens.

was all you said.

- So, listen, "GIRL".
- As you know, today's meeting is of utmost importance for this company. and for us..
- It's the merger agreement. 
- That means you HAVE to be present, right? so. pay attention. 
- First of all you will hand me everything. the only thing you will carry with you in the meeting room, will be a small notepad. okay?
- Yes, Mrs Stevens.

- I WANT TO DIE!!!!!! WHORE!!!!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!!! FUCK!!!!

- Now. as for your part in it. 
- You are not allowed to open your mouth, unless you are asked. if you are asked about anything else other than your official expertise, you will answer "you don't really have an opinion". okay?
- Yes, Mrs Stevens.
- Okay. it's important. i need you to be a bit lost, insecure, you know?
- Anyway, that's not easy, so i brought you this bottle.
- Vodka??? what for???
- You will drink half the bottle the minute before you walk in.
- WHAT???
- By the time the alcohol kicks in, i'm sure you 'll be on your seat, ready to listen about numbers...

- OH MY GOD, SHE IS FUCKING CRAZY!!!!!!!!!! SO FUCKING CRAZY!!

- Now. when you are asked about your forecasts, your future financial results will be overestimated by 25%.



- NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOO!! 

- That means you make a note with the actual forecasts and you calculate them with a 25 percent error. am i clear?
- Yes, Mrs Stevens.
- The actual results will be handed to me of course...
- Now. i wanted a system for improved margins. at least 3 changes in inventory techniques. at least 5 new potential customers and at least 2 agreements for better terms with vendors. do we have them?
- Yes, Mrs Stevens...
- That's my girl.
- So. pay attention now. 
- After you finish your presentation, you will inform the board that i have certain proposals about the future of this merger. you will be clear on this, that you disapprove of them, but you will stand for my right to present them, okay?
- Yes, Mrs Stevens.
- Normally, i wouldn't be accepted, BUT, due to your latest absences and my recent successes in what many say looked like YOUR work, i think will get me a place in the board...
- So. listen. about 2 minutes after i enter, you will politely request to leave the room, on the grounds of feeling a sudden dizziness. okay?
- I want all the eyes to be focused on me, as i present my work.

- IT'S "MY" WORK, YOU WORTHLESS WORM!!!!!!! "MY" WORK!!!!!! "MY!!!" "MY!!!!!" "MY!!!!" FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- Okay, Mrs Stevens...
- You will never make it back, of course. 
- I will stay in your place until the end of the meeting. 
- You will immediately sneak back into your office, you will lock the door and you will start performing your assigned duties. okay?
- Y...ye..s.. Mrs Stevens....
- I have the memo emailed to you. you take a look to see today's assignments. okay, girl?
- Okay. Mrs. Stevens.

one could see the fires in your eyes...




you sneak into your office. look at your watch. it's almost 11 a.m. 

- Fuck!! they 're gonna be in there for at least 1 more hour!
- That bitch!!!! fuck!!!!

you lock the door. no one can enter now. only Catherine has the keys.



- That fucking whore!!! she will pay for this!!!

you give a punch in the wall. 

- I HATE HER!!! I FUCKIN HATE HER!!!!

you can not calm. Catherine had just humiliated you in front of the whole board. started asking you questions that she knew you couldn't answer, as you didn't have your notes with you. she made fun of your tiny notepad, which SHE had you carry with you. she even proved how inaccurate your forecasts are, which was actually true, as SHE had you deliberately alter your results! and all that in just 3 minutes before you ask to leave because of some sort of dizziness!! the board looked at you amazed at what had just taken place right in front their eyes. it was Catherine's triumphant moment.

- HATE HER! HATE HER! HATE HER!!

you punch the wall again and again.

- AND SHE'S IN THERE RIGHT NOW!!!!! 
- WHO KNOWS WHAT THE FUCK IS SHE SAYING FOR ME??????
- FUCK!!!!!! I WANT MY LIFE BACK!!!!!

you have a seat in your desk. the secretary's desk. you open your pc. it's not YOUR actual pc. it's the pc that Catherine baptized as YOURS. a pc with no programs installed whatsoever. not even ms office. it has only limited access to the internet. where limited means, you can only access your bookmarks, which in this case it's a bunch of websites that you had never even heard about like "Beautyatstyle.com", "Bellasugar", "Fitbottomedgirls" etc, or the online issues of your magazines. in fact, you don't even have google in your pc. your home button redirects you to cosmopolitan.com.

- THAT FUCKING WHORE!!! LOOK WHAT AM I LOOKING AT!!!!

you shout as you look at your home page. the worst part though, is that you have read most of the articles. in fact, "read" is not the right term. 2 days ago you had learned those  articles. by heart...

you have an incoming email. you open it. you see a huge letter. you start reading...