[PROLOGUE]

You've been in the same office building for over five years, slowly working your way up the corporate ladder from intern to secretary until finally you've found yourself in the running for a management position. Your career is on track and years of extra credits from adult high school and studying in business school are about to pay off.

As you sit in your cubicle, you can hardly think about your current project. You open and close a few spreadsheets to look busy but your stomach churns in anticipation of today's announcement. The current floor manager always had a soft spot for you, and your playful flirty attitude in his office definitely helped. He certainly wasn't your type, but you're not above showing a little sex appeal if it gets you ahead in your career.

Of course, you always got the sense he wanted more, but you weren't going to go that far. You're a career-minded woman, but you have your pride, after all. And more importantly, you're confident in your abilities and that you can win on your own merit.

Tapping your pencil on the desk and staring vacantly at your laptop, you lose yourself in a daydream about how wonderful it'll be when he finally announces that you'll be the new Head of Marketing. The big office, the bigger pay, the best perks...

You lean back a little and roll your aching ankle, imagining how nice it'll be to have your own company masseuse to help you unwind during a long lunch break. Despite being a boring desk job, your boss never runs out of errands for you to run, or excuses to stay on your feet.

You think to yourself, Once I'm the boss, I'll take that longer vacation right away. I've earned it after all the bullshit I've put up with here...

Your mind drifts back to the times you could have sworn your boss grazed your ass on purpose as he walked by, or how your cubicle neighbors whistled when your skirt was just a little too tight.

When I get this promotion, I'll get a lot more respect. Or at the very least these guys will be a little less openly creepy...

Allowing yourself another moment to indulge the fantasy, you kick off your heels and plant your stocking-covered feet demurely on the front of your desk, leaning back in your chair as you imagine the long back rub you'll order from Ricardo while Stephen, the asshole from HR who smacked your ass at the company Christmas party, is massaging your feet. Of course, you wouldn't ever have the power to make him do this, but you don't let that stop you from enjoying the fantasy.

Then that evil bitch Eviline walks by, breaking you from your reverie with a dry, cruel laugh that never fails to send a chill down your spine.

"Tsk tsk. This sort of laziness won't be promoted when I'm in charge~."

You snap back to a seating position and slide in your heels as you snarl back at her, "Don't get your hopes up. I just came back from Carl's office and...

"So did I." Eviline cuts you off, flashing an evil smirk as she slowly buttons the top of her blouse.

No, she couldn't have... Carl's a bit of a creep but he wouldn't...

"Get ready, Sam, I think the boss is about to make an announcement!"

You don't respond but your eyes follows her massive, round ass barely squeezed into a tight skirt. You find yourself ashamedly admitting that you wish your ass looked like that. Eveline spends several hours in the same gym as you, and it's clear her work has paid off more than yours. You start to seethe a little as your eyes follow her hips swaying away from your desk. You start counting all the ways she's better than you. Her ass is rounder, her breasts were always bigger than yours, and she always got the cutest guys.

Then you remember how she stole your boyfriend in sixteenth grade, how she made cheer captain, then valedictorian in college. Eveline has tormented you your entire adult life, and just when you thought you beat your old rival, when you could finally prove yourself and put that bitch in her place... history repeats itself.

Your heart sinks and your skin turns hot. Your ears start ringing as your boss shouts for everyone's attention, with Eveline smiling beside him.

"Starting today, Eveline will be our new floor manager! She's put in a lot of erm... sleepless nights here at the office, and she's really shown a lot of dedication to the company. From now on, please forward your reports to her email..."

You start to disassociate as your now former manager rambles on. Eveline is my boss now... FUCK.

Your mind races as you think back to the shit talking you both did, how you threatened to fire her once you got promoted. How she threatened to demote you to her "personal assistant". The time you almost came to blows in the bathroom...

You swallow a lump in your throat as Eveline walks back to your cubicle. You're so nauseous you want to throw up, but you try to keep a straight face and not show any fear.

"Oh, and uh, Sam, could you meet me in my office, please?"

You look down and nod your head silently as you swallow hard. Time drags by as your mind races, until you eventually stand up and drag yourself to the corner office.

You open the door, walk in and close it behind you. Your heart pumps as you approach Eveline's new desk. Almost **** on your words, you try to speak up before she gets the chance to say anything.

"If you're gonna fire me, just go ahead and do it-"

"I'm not gonna fire you, Sam. I know how badly you need this job. I know how much you owe in student debt. Tsk tsk, imagine paying so much for school when you'r not even on track for a management position..."

You stare at the floor and clench your fist. She always loved to throw her scholarship in your face. You can't believe this is happening. You started as an intern years before she started working here, and she's already your boss? It just isn't fair.

"So I'm willing to give you another chance. But I need to know you're really loyal to this company. To me."

"I am loyal to this company, I-"

She cuts you off. "Then prove it. You've always had an attitude problem, Sam. Now I need you to show me you've learned your place."

"What is that supposed t-

"Your place... is under my feet."

Without another word, she lifts her shoes up, showing you the bottom of her dirty heel.

Your mind flashed back to senior year, when she became cheer captain. Just before you got kicked off the squad, she took you into the locker room and said the same thing:

"Kiss my shoes."

"... fuck you!" you respond instinctively.

"Tsk tsk... now I don't want to fire you, but if you keep being insubordinate... well I might have to make an example of you now that I'm the boss..."

"Oh fuck you Eveline!! You fucking bitch! You won't get away with this, I-"

"I know you're short on rent. All I have to do is tell the regional manager you've been stealing office supplies and well, you'll be on the street~!"

You look away, lip trembling as she dangles her heel in front of you. You can't lose this job. You can't afford to make rent without it. But the thought of giving your worst enemy that kind of satisfaction, of admitting defeating to her after all these years... it's just too much. You can't...

"Kiss it."