I am your secretary, and I am very excited for end of the year bonuses. I have many plans what to do with the money and have been working SO hard for you this year.
I have done your errands, stayed late, came in early and on my day off and know that you have noticed all my efforts, devotion and hard work. This will certainly pay off.

You call me into your office to talk to me. It's bad news. You tell me that since I am an entry level employee, the company budget does not allocate any bonuses for me. I hold my composure as I take my leave but I am furious and you are a liar. I d...

I am your secretary, and I am very excited for end of the year bonuses. I have many plans what to do with the money and have been working SO hard for you this year.
I have done your errands, stayed late, came in early and on my day off and know that you have noticed all my efforts, devotion and hard work. This will certainly pay off.

You call me into your office to talk to me. It's bad news. You tell me that since I am an entry level employee, the company budget does not allocate any bonuses for me. I hold my composure as I take my leave but I am furious and you are a liar. I did the budget report, there's plenty of bonus money.
You're just a pig who want to control and demean me. But, I have an idea.
So you have this secret email account where you save and store all the images you find online that you like and enjoy.
Gay images
twink images
because you're a fucking faggot.
And I have control.

You also have this weird girlfriend or wife who is very unstable and high maintenance. You keep her at home like a pet, perrier in her bowl and kibble on her salad plate. She would not be happy if she knew you like boys buttholes which is probably the reason you keep her so starved down, so you can pretend her name is BRAD.

I am browsing your collection of gayness when you walk in my office. I quickly return my computer to the company logo screen, then tell you I have completed the task you asked me. You're confused, what task?

I sent the contents of your pr0tonmail account to your personal account and forwarded them to FiFi.
Your face turns white, I love it. You exclaim, "You did WHAT?! Why would I ask you to do that?!"
I don't know Sir, but you did.

Now I have the upper hand. Suddenly you don't feel so powerful denying me what I deserve now that I've served up what you deserve. I take full advantage.
Relieving you of your fear of being discovered for your love of pink boys buttholes, I admit that I did not send them to her, but I will. That no longer will I tolerate your sick games. You may control your pet, you may have destroyed her mental state. But you won't do it to me, in fact, I am going to do it to you.

Looks like I will be getting that bonus after all. I may or may not destroy your relationship with your personal weird trophy. We'll see...