I get dressed down proper like

“What the hell do you think you’re doing!?” She whispered; not wanting anyone outside to hear.

“Just who do you think is in charge here? Don’t answer that! Have you not figured out that your job is on the line and my report decides your fate?”

“Dear me! I don’t know. It’s the nerves; I swear. As soon as I said it, every time I couldn’t believe even myself. I’m just not myself right now. You know me. You really know me. I’m not that person.”

My bullshit meter was over 9000. I apologized. I preened. I verbally castrated myself before her cavernous scowl above that cavernous bosom. Is there a heaven under that sweater? I said whatever I could think of to make her forget all about my behavior. I took full advantage of rule 2:

2. No person can decrease the amount of submission you have on them anymore.

That meant I could be as submissive, apologetic, simpy, subby, and pathetic as I wanted and my submission score wouldn’t budge a bit.

After a litany of excuses she replied: "Well, as long as you promise to take care of things like I know you always have. How can I stay mad at that cute smile?" She brushed my arm as she said that.

Lightbulb! This gave me an idea. Clearly I was going too fast. The rude comments were increasing her submission to me, but they were also increasing her anger. I needed to slow down, or she’d find a way to get me fired before the end of the day. But if I just slowed down a little, was extremely apologetic, praised her effusively, and sung her praises to high heavens; the occasional quips might get through unnoticed. Or at least that was the hope. Luckily I’m very good at grubbing and ass-wiping; especially with an ass like hers. Oh dear lord let those pants press just a bit tighter. Wait! Was she just flirting with me? When did she start flirting with me? After I was rude? Back track. Forget about that part. Concentrate!

So: new plan. From now on I would only give 1 or 2 orders per interview. And the rest of the interview would be spent praising Chloe. I would be extra attentive during her post-interview wrap-ups; asking softball questions that she could use to show off her brilliance.

“Did I remember to sell the hourly rate? Do I always need to include every part of the packet? Oh, my pen rolled away. Hand it to me, and I’ll write that down.” etc etc. By the end of the day she was down to -49 SP.

“Chloe, you were so helpful. This has been one of the best trainings I’ve ever had. You’re so great at this. Am I going to get another opportunity tomorrow? That would be amazing!”

Simping ain’t easy. Chloe told me she’d be giving Nina an update tomorrow, so I’d better have a great day. Perfect. She ruffled my hair and flicked my nose as she got up to leave. More strangeness. I could barely hide my smile as I watched her ass shimmy away from me. Soon she’d be in the positives and I’d be able to explore more where this submission would take me. I remember what the app had said.

20 to 40 = This person prefers to take commands from you. They think of you as the one more suitable to be the leader.

But as I was wrapping up, something came through.

MESSAGE: See me in my office before you leave. We have some things to go over.

Oh great. It was from Nina. Sighing I walked over to her open door at 4:50. Curious. No one there. I leaned against the desk while I waited. Finally at 5:05…

“Good. You’re here waiting for me.”