Her boss

Minh was CEO. She was however still subject to the parent company, and as such still had to report to someone. That someone was Harry Stickislet. Harry was notorious for his sleazy nature. It was a miracle that someone as stuck up as Minh had managed to climb the ranks under the supervision of Stickislet, especially given how the best means to get on his good side was showing off their good side. Still, in this version of reality Minh had managed to achieve her goals sooner, which begs the question.. How?

"Glad to see you've still got time for me Minh" Harry said with a shit-eating grin as he sat down and made himself comfortable. God she couldn't stand that turd, and why did he refer to her by her first name? Literally no one did that, except for maybe her husband.. Minh wanted to throw her cheap wine in that assholes face already, but instead found herself leaning slightly forward, giving the fucker a nice view of her now much smaller cleavage.
"Good to see you haven't forgotten how to treat a man since we last met" Yuck.. Every word that came out of his mouth made her wanna throw up more, yet she acted increasingly committed to pleasing the damn pig.

"If I'm gonna be acting like a slut every time he opens his mailbox this'll be the worst lunch ever" Minh thought to herself, slightly terrified at how she was acting. It wasn't as though she did the things she did because she wanted to, it was more like a ..compulsion? Like with many things, it's possible to suppress those urges, but in the back of her head there was something telling Minh that would only it could only work for so long..