It works.

Just as suddenly and unmistakably as Sarah had become a person just a few minutes earlier, Hank became a thing. Where previously there sat a man, there was a man-shaped object of no legal or emotional significance to me or anyone else.

Hank was caught off guard by the change, but I had been holding my breath in anticipation of it. The instant I felt it happen, I lunged at him. "You piece of shit!"

I really hadn't planned this far ahead, but I was beyond pissed. Hank had abused a position of power over a **** subordinate. Sure, I had more of less hated Sarah just a few hours earlier, but justice for Sarah was just one of many reasons Hank needed to go. He was a large man, and he could still fight back, TRAP or no TRAP, so I needed to be decisive.

He managed to blink at me in confusion before I was on him. I punched him in the throat and nose almost simultaneously, hearing the satisfying crack of a painful break as he struggled to gasp in shock. That was enough to tip the scales, I was sure of it. As he reeled from my initial attack, I looked around the room for something sturdy to clobber him with. Time was of the essence, so I opted for speed of acquisition and grabbed a new ream of printer paper. Good enough. Holding it tightly in both hands, I swung it as hard as I could against his face, and when he recoiled in his chair, I drove my knee into his solar plexus. I had to restrain myself from clawing at his eyes, knowing that even after my blows, adrenaline could to crazy things to a person, and I couldn't risk him grappling me.

I was a woman possessed, savagely attacking my manager. I didn't feel even the token shred of empathy a normal person feels in the presence of another human's pain. That was a neat little side effect of the TRAP, I rather liked it. I rained blows on him with everything I could find in the office, doing my best to do damage that would slow him down or prevent counter attacks.

And it worked pretty well. As it became clear that he was too beat up to really be much of a threat, I slowed down to consider my moves more carefully. There were a number of things in the room that might actually kill him if I hit him with them, like a pair of ten-pound dumbbells. I wasn't looking to kill the guy, unsure how that would work out for me 24 hours from now, so those were off-limits.

Instead, I decided I should rally the troops, and I threw open the door to Hank's office. "Hey everyone! Hank tried to **** me so I beat his ass! Come see!" That would be the end of any rumors that I was the new store slut... that was, until Justin started talking, I laughed. One thing at a time.

People rushed to investigate, and found Hank gasping and bleeding. He was definitely not in any life threatening danger. At least, I didn't think so.

I let everyone get a good look, and take their pictures, then raised my voice to silence them all. "Anyone have a problem with this?"

The response was a resounding negative. Either explicitly or by simply walking away. Justin stopped me and said, "Does this mean we can just take off?"

I shrugged. "Why are you asking me? I don't care, man. This place blows." Then, recalling what he was packing, I added, "Oh, but hey, lemme get your number. You know, in case this place closes down. We can fuck sometime." I was in the middle of an adrenaline rush, possibly not thinking straight. But hey, if I had the number I could decide later. If not, then I couldn't.

"Oh hell yeah, slut!" he cheered, and wrote his number on a nearby slip of paper he then handed to me.

Despite his flaws, I laughed. Such a guy. It was almost cute.

I got my phone out to enter his number and spotted a name in my contacts that gave me an idea about what to do with Hank. Yes, that could just about work.

A/N:
So I don't love this chapter. I was tired and I **** it a bit. I may rewrite it.