Yes, I reluctantly accept. I agree to be demoted and work as an entry-level position for the next (gasp) 7 years.

You have given up on your mascara now, and you are openly crying.

Taking some deep breaths, you wipe your eyes and pull your compact out of your purse to inspect the damage. You clean yourself up as best you can. Doing your makeup is calming.

When you're done, you look up at the men, who are both staring at you as if you were some sort of zoo animal. It's clear they're having a hard time processing the new, feminine you as they watched you fix your makeup.

"So... do you accept the terms?" asks Mr. Cambridge.

"Yes," you say, sealing your fate. "I accept the terms."

"On the positive side," he continues, "The Firm is required to provide you a job for seven years. We cannot fire you. But this doesn't mean you can just stay at home and take a paycheck! According to the agreement, you will be required to perform the job at an 'above expectations' level for your position for your entire duration. More than two months in a row of 'meets' or 'below' expectations will result in severe financial penalties."

You gulp. This is starting to sound like you'll be trapped as an eager and helpful entry-level employee, with no recourse but to constantly work hard at doing your job as best you can.

For SEVEN YEARS.

They decide it's easier to simply terminate you as a former employee and then re-hire you as the new, entry-level employee. After signing the separation agreement, they hand you your new employment contract.

"What will I do?" you ask, reading the contract through.

"I discussed it with the other partners, but now that I've seen you, I've decided to make you my personal assistant," Mr. Cambridge says. "After all, we already have a receptionist."

Is that a smirk on his face? Is he enjoying this?

Oh no! You stare at him, shocked.

Mr. Cambridge. He's notorious throughout the company at being "handsy" and "forward" with the female staff. A couple of women have even mysteriously disappeared, with generous separation settlements.

"I'll be... working for you?"

"Well, you'll be employed by The Firm, and then assigned to me as my PA."

"But you already have an Executive Assistant!" you say, hoping this can not possible be true.

"That's true, but she refuses to do a lot of the things I need. You know, like my laundry, getting my lunch, buying gifts for the children, getting the Escalade detailed, working out my social calendar with my wife, things like that. Also, she only works 9-5. I need someone to attend business meetings and conferences with me to take notes."

You now see, the logic. You know that Mr. Cambridge has been lobbying his fellow partners for a personal assistant for years now, but they've refused because it was a law-suit waiting to happen.

But now they have you. You will be his personal assistant. And he can be as 'handsy' and 'forward' as he likes...

... and there's nothing you can do about it.

Oh no... your heart starts to beat fast.

You look at the appendix where it details your work as a personal assistant. And there, as expected, right at the bottom, it says:

Other duties, as assigned.