[Perspective Shift] Hubert In Marketing

Hubert quickly looks at the memo he received at his accounting desk this morning. He knew it was from the Brand Adjuster. He didn't like the guy, and would never admit it, but the brand adjuster's spiel on how much more Monica would love him and want him was tempting.
He looked at the office in front of him and the plaque on the door read 'Jack D. Reiter, Advertising and Marketing'.

"That's my office alright." A man behind Hubert said.

Hubert turned around, startled, and saw a very rugged looking man with a funny red shirt and tan hat. He had some crow's feet that made him look older than what he was.

"O-oh, are, uh, you Jack?" Hubert asked.

"Yessir! Jack Reiter, the best marketing and advertising specialist in the whole damned business!" Jack extended his hand and Hubert shook it.

"My name's Hubert. I, um...accounting clerk." He shifted.

"You're not a confident one are ya? That's okay, son. I'm just kidding. Anyways, Hubert, come on in! I'm glad you came to see me."

Jack unlocked his office door and gestured Hubert inside. It was a nice, small, office, but was littered with papers, dirty magazines, cigarette butts, and broken bottles. The guy's desk (and office) was the opposite of Hubert's, it was a mess.

"You, er, like marketing?" Hubert asked, not sure where to stand.

"Hate it. I used to work in R&D, but that isn't too important." Jack lit a cigarette as he stepped over all the trash to make it to his chair, which was quite worn. "Sit down, Hubert."

"R-right, thanks." Hubert pulled up a folding chair that was leaning against the wall.

"So, you've got an interest in our new secretary, Monica, right?"

"W-what?" Hubert blushed.

"Come on, Hubert, the Brand Adjuster told me about it, and the whole office has heard about how you took her home last night."

"O-oh, oh." Hubert began fidgeting, uncomfortable.

"Anyways, You want her? Right?"

"Well, I, um, I mean, she's, er, pretty, but..."

"Me and the BA are working on subliminal messaging to get more of the less inclined in his program to be more," Jack takes a drag of his cigarette, "horizontally reclined." he makes a gesture with his arms.

"Horizontally reclined?"

"Fucked, Hubert, Fucked. Like to the point they just lay there and wait for a fat dick to be shoved in their mouths, or up their pussies. Whatever." Jack took another puff.

"Uh, okay, and, uh, what's this, um, have to do, with me?" Hubert shifted uncomfortably.

"You want her to want you, right? Like, have her be obsessed with the idea of spreading her legs for you?"

"Well, I guess. That'd be, um, nice. But, she, uh, already likes me, I think. I, er, walked her home, last night."

"Did you stick it in?" Jack looked serious.

"N-no! Of course not! She, um, she's not, er, that kind of, um, person. Not, er, easy, at all. And, I, um, respect her for that."

"Well, Hubert, with a little help from me and the BA, we can have her begging to spread her legs for you and have you fuck her like a bitch. Would you like that?"

Hubert shifted. The idea of Monica being his was nice. He liked her, but he didn't like the idea of using subliminal messaging to get her, or, having her change her mind, and, being a slut. He knew that's what the Brand Adjuster was trying to do, but...Hubert wanted Monica, for real, but didn't want to **** her to be his.

"Jack, uh, I dunno. Monica, she's, er, nice, and, um, pretty, and I like her, and I, er, want her, but, uh, not like this."

"Well, aren't you a good lad then? I was told to give you package regardless." Jack reached into a drawer and pulled out a brown package. "If you want to be part of this, go to the 5th floor and deliver this to the Brand Adjuster, if not, just, throw this thing away."

"Uh, sure. Thanks."

"Let me follow you out." Jack got up and took his hat off, only to immediately put on a different one. He then walked Hubert out of the office down the hall and to the elevator.

"Well, I'll leave it up to you. I don't really care, personally. You're a smart kid, Hubert. Make the right choice. If you want to be part of this, make sure to take this to bossman, and he'll know you're serious." Jack patted Hubert on the shoulder and handed him the package.

"Thanks, uh, Jack. I'll, uh, do that." Hubert nodded, still thinking this man was quite bizarre.

He turned to the open elevator door and saw Monica standing there.