It was all Tamara’s fault

“I hate that new professor we hired,” Tamara said. “Dean Porter just insisted that we hire her, but she pisses me off. I want her gone by the end of the week.”

“I see,” an anonymous figure said, their face and voice obscure. “But what do you want to do?”

“I want to humiliate her,” Tamara said. “The best way I can think… make her wet herself… do it gradually. Put some things in her drink. And then the more she needs it, the more **** she’ll be. And any person she sees will know that she needs diapers. It’ll run her right out of the job. And even better, if I can catch her talking about her diapers, I can get her fired on the spot.”

Olivia’s eyes widened as she watched the footage, curious as to who Tamara was talking to. And then the figure leaned forward, and Olivia’s jaw dropped. Her face went white as she knew the person who Tamara was talking to…