"Yes!" I responded, standing as straight as a soldier.
"Why is your performance so poor? You're simply useless! If you can't improve your performance, just get out of the company!" she berated me. Despite my attempts to explain my situation to Jessica Lawrence earlier, she had brushed off my words and continued to reprimand me harshly. I chose to stay silent, lowering my head in acknowledgment of my mistake.
Finally, she dismissed me from her office. Walking back to my desk, I felt a simmering anger just beneath the surface. From where I sat, I could see Jessica Lawrence through the glass wall of her office, her stern and serious demeanor a stark contrast to the unrestrained flirt she had been online. Jessica Lawrence was indeed a master of pretense.
In a bid to retaliate against Jessica Lawrence's harsh words, I pulled out my phone and sent her a message:
low-key guy: [Baby, I miss you...]
After sending the message, I looked up at Jessica Lawrence in her office as she received my message. Her response was swift.
sex maniac: [I'm at work!]
Unfazed, I shot back with a message:
low-key guy: [So what if you're at work? You're just my slave. I can find you anytime!]
Jessica Lawrence quickly sent an apologetic message.
sex maniac: [I'm sorry, master. I was wrong!]
Seeing her apology, I couldn't help but feel a sense of triumph. She had scolded me fiercely just moments ago, but now she was apologizing obediently.
I continued to send messages to Jessica Lawrence, pushing the boundaries:
low-key guy: [I want to see your boobs, send me a photo of your boobs!]
Jessica Lawrence pleaded: [Master, I'm at work. Can I send it to you when I get home?]
low-key guy: [No! You must send the photo now! This is my command; you must execute it!]
I was curious to see how far she would go; I didn't think she would actually send the photo. However, to my surprise, Jessica Lawrence stood up in her office and drew the curtains. I couldn't see what she was doing, but two minutes later, a photo arrived on my phone. It was a photo of Jessica Lawrence's boobs!
I was shocked and excited. Shocked that Jessica Lawrence had dared to send such a photo from the office, and excited by the sight of her perfectly proportioned boobs and her pink nipples. I found myself fantasizing about rushing into her office and sucking Jessica Lawrence's nipples hard!
Just then, I was interrupted by the scent of perfume and the sound of Lily Wilson's voice scolding me. "William! What are you doing! Why aren't you working during work hours? Why are you playing with your phone!"
Lily Wilson was my immediate superior, and Jessica Lawrence was her boss. Lily was known for her harsh treatment of me, often scolding me in front of my colleagues and even taking credit for my work.
Lily continued to yell at me. "You useless thing, if I catch you playing with your phone during work hours again, I will dock your pay!" I was infuriated. Lily often played with her phone during work hours, yet she had the audacity to threaten to dock my pay for doing the same.
As if her words weren't enough, Lily attempted to snatch my phone, demanding to see who I was chatting with. Panic surged through me. There was still a photo of Jessica Lawrence's boobs on my phone, and if Lily saw it, she would undoubtedly tell Jessica Lawrence.
I refused to hand over my phone, but Lily was insistent. In the ensuing struggle, Lily lost her balance and fell towards me. Since I was seated, her ample chest landed directly on my face. Lily was wearing a low-cut outfit, the fabric thin, and she wasn't wearing a bra. I could clearly feel the softness of her boobs against my face, even catching a whiff of a milky scent.
Lily quickly got up, her face flushed with anger. She slapped me and accused me of sexual harassment. "You dirty pervert! Dare to touch my boobs with your dirty face. You sexually harassed me!" she shouted.
I felt very wronged. It was Lily who had fallen and pressed her boobs against my face, not the other way around. Yet, I was the one being accused of sexual harassment. Lily didn't stop at accusing me; she loudly proclaimed to all our colleagues that I had sexually harassed her.
The commotion drew Jessica Lawrence out of her office. Lily complained to Jessica Lawrence about my supposed misconduct. Jessica Lawrence was furious, comforting Lily while scolding me. "You shameless pervert, how dare you sexually harass your superior! Apologize to Lily now!"
I tried to explain my side of the story, but Jessica Lawrence wouldn't hear it. She insisted that I apologize to Lily, threatening to fire me if I didn't comply. The office was abuzz with chatter, my colleagues clamoring for me to apologize to Lily Wilson. I was livid. This was not my fault, and yet they demanded an apology from me.
Philip Black, a colleague with a knack for deception, took it a step further, insisting I kneel and apologize to Lily.
Philip was a master of duplicity, always smiling in my presence, but quick to slander me behind my back. He had even stolen credit for my accomplishments on more than one occasion. And now, he was seizing this opportunity to add insult to injury. He was truly despicable.
However, the worst was yet to come.
Without warning, Philip delivered a swift kick to the back of my leg. His forceful blow sent me crashing to my knees in front of Lily. A sharp, searing pain radiated from my knee. Philip looked down at me, his face smug.
As I knelt in apology, a faint smile graced Lily's face. Jessica Lawrence, however, remained cold and indifferent, seemingly convinced that I had sexually harassed Lily and thus, deserving of this public apology.
My knee throbbed with pain, but the physical discomfort was nothing compared to the humiliation I felt. A grown man like me, forced to kneel before a woman in public, and for a crime I hadn't committed.
I despised Philip. If not for his intervention, I would never have been forced to kneel. Philip was truly despicable, even worse than Lily.
I rose from the ground, fists clenched, and glared at Philip. He smirked back at me, taunting, "What are you looking at? You should have knelt and apologized to Lily from the start. I just helped you out!"
I wanted to punch him right then and there, but I held back. If I were to strike Philip now, Jessica Lawrence would surely impose harsher consequences on me. I had to bide my time, wait for the right moment to exact my revenge on Philip.
I had hoped that once I apologized, things would settle down, and I could return to my desk. However, Jessica Lawrence had other plans. She decided to further punish me by assigning me to clean the toilets. She threatened, "If you refuse to clean the toilets, I will immediately fire you for sexually harassing a superior."
I had no choice but to comply.
Skylight Group, our company, was well-known. If I were to be fired on charges of sexual harassment, I would never find another job. So, I nodded in agreement and accepted the task of cleaning the toilets.
My colleagues jeered at me, especially Philip, whose laughter echoed loudly in the office. He wanted everyone to hear his mockery. "William is such a loser. He is only fit to clean toilets!" Lily chimed in, "William brought this upon himself; he deserves it!" Jessica Lawrence remained as cold
as ever, her eyes filled with disdain.