Embarrassingly

Morgan picked up her folder.

"It's the speech and notes you wanted, Miss Shepherd," said Elena. "Remember to read your speech word for word. You wrote it, so it's perfect."

"I don't need you to tell me how to do my job," said Morgan. "Stay in your lane as they say!"

Morgan took her folder and strutted down the hall. "Stupid peon," she muttered as she thought about the way the secretary had spoken to her. She still felt a bit dizzy, and it was hard to focus. She arrived at the conference room. There were six senior executives in there. All of them were old enough to be Morgan's parent.

Morgan walked up to a podium on the end of the table, "Good day, all. I hope you are all doing well."

The assembled execs gave dull salutations.

Morgan took out her speech. "Ladies and gentlemen," she said. "You may know I'm the youngest and hottest exec in town, but you may now know I'm incontinent and suffer from a serious vaginal fungal infection that has yet to be identified." Morgan stopped. She felt warm. Was this her speech? It had to be. She wrote it, didn't she, and she was always good at writing speeches and giving presentations. She continued, "The fungal infection made its way from my anus somehow. I think this is relevant to our company as I enjoy masturbating in the executive washroom."

"Ms. Shepherd!" barked Wendell Waterson, the CEO. "What is the meaning of this?! Is this a poor attempt at a joke?"

Morgan blushed. "Um, I wrote it, and I...always write excellent speeches. I...it's just an attempt of humor I guess."

"Well, put a stop to it and continue," said Waterson gruffly.

"OK," said Morgan, feeling hot and bothered. She looked down at the speech and went on. "You may not appreciate this as you probably see me as a hot sex queen you can't even dream of touching, little less fuck...." She stopped in mid-word as she thought her speech had gone too far.

"MS. SHEPHERD!"

On the large video monitor on the opposite end of the board room from where Morgan stood, sweating and blushing, a small camera was on. At Elena's desk, the secretary and a few minor execs who worked with or under Morgan all laughed.