Carol, your boss

Mr. Milton smiles. "Now there's a man who's thinking with his brain as well as his cock." His approval makes you feel much better about yourself and this strange situation. He grabs the phone and calls for Carol to come to the office, then gives you a look. It seems he's realized the challenge of your request. "I tell you, she's not exactly what I'd call 'attractive' but we can make her into something to our pleasing. Don't you think?"

You just sit there and smile to yourself. You're starting to forget about Nora. You're starting to feel pleased by how well you're taking to this new mindset. This mindset where you can have... anything.

Just then Carol walks through the door. She's wearing a business suit and glasses. Her face is perpetually bitchy. "What's going on?" She barks.

"Carol, you're fired." Mr. Milton says.

Her face drops. "What the fuck? After eleven years..."

Mr. Milton points at you. "And he's taking your job."

Now her eyes fill with rage. "How the fuck? I am going to sue you so fucking fast!" She turns to head out the door.

Mr. Milton laughs. "Now wait a minute." And maybe it's because he's perpetually charming, but he even manages to make Carol stop and turn and hear him out. "Suing me will do no good. We both know that. There's not a lawyer in this town who can take on my attorneys. But there is one way to get your job back. If you're interested."

Carol glares at him, and at you. "Okay. I'm listening."

"Repeat after me..." Mr. Milton says. "'I am a nasty slut. Please ruin me.'" He smiles smugly.

"Are you kidding me?" Carol is some combination of shocked and enraged.

"Or turn around, keep your pride, lose your job and get out of here." Mr. Milton is one cool asshole. He leans back on his chair and puts his feet up on his desk. You just watch the whole thing unfold silently.

Carol thinks for a few minutes, but not as long as you'd expect her to, to decide to say. "I am a nasty slut. Please ruin me."

Mr. Milton nods. "Good. Now say it to one hundred other men and take whatever consequences come of it. Then come back here and we'll talk about your old job."

Carol grits her teeth and bolts out the door.

"Think she'll come back?" You ask, shocked at the power Mr. Milton has.

"Sure." He answers. "She's always been a good employee. A bitch, yes. But she takes direction well. The real question is. How long will it take?"

Three weeks. Three weeks later, you see Carol's face, decidedly less bitchy, no glasses, an almost calm expression painted across it, starting through your new office door. So you let her in.

And what she says is not at all what you expect.