We see how Callum handles things

“So you’re telling us that your mother left you in charge of everything?”

The man in the grey suit whose name Callum hadn’t bothered to register yet said it with a clear tone of disbelief. His face took up most of the top-right square on the screen. Callum kept his expression steady and professional.

“I believe the documents were quite clear about that part? Or is there something else that you would require? I am happy to provide it.”

He spoke with confidence he didn’t entirely feel, but the remote in his pocket made the words easier. On the other squares, the rest of the board watched him. A blonde woman in the bottom-left leaned forward slightly, looking uncomfortable.

“No, Mr Drake, there weren’t any discrepancies…” she said sheepishly. “It’s just that this isn’t like Miss Margot at all, dropping off the grid without informing us first.”

Callum smiled into the camera.

“I assure you folks, Miss Drake might not be here with us right now but her teachings are with me and I shall not let you down…”

He smirked as he said the last bit. Unbeknownst to the group, Margot was not only present for this meeting but playing an active role in facilitating it. Currently her naked body was squatting on her own desk, frozen in place. The heavy monitor sat clamped firmly between her plastic thighs, the screen facing Callum while the webcam was fixed to her forehead with a strip of tape he had found in a drawer with the wire wrapped around her head. An empty, mindless smile stayed locked on her face. Her arms were locked behind her head. Callum had switched her to be his unaware “mindless pc holder” once she was done helping him take over her company. Right now she wasn’t aware of the ridiculousness of her situation and treating her like a literal object made it hotter for him this time for that reason.

Because of the pose, both of her tits were squished upward and spilling over the top edge of the monitor, the curves blocking some of the video feed. The man who had spoken earlier was partially hidden behind the left one.

“We must say, Mr Drake, the progress reports you have submitted definitely meet the standard Margot set for us so I for one definitely see potential in you…”

The voice came from the top-right square. Callum still couldn’t see the man’s full face because of his mother’s tit.

“I assure you I had my mother’s help in getting those reports done so although I appreciate your praise, I may not be fully worthy of it.”

He kept the professional tone even while the sight of her frozen, objectified body kept pulling at the edges of his attention. The group continued discussing the numbers and the transition plan. Callum nodded in the right places, gave short answers when needed and let his mind drift back to the events of the past hour.

He had been sitting in her chair with his pants open while Margobot knelt under the desk, metal mouth wrapped around his cock. The synthetic throat was tight and smooth, the rubber-like lining warm in a way that felt almost real. Every so often he would reach down, grab a fistful of her hair and pull her mouth off him with a wet sound.

“Password for the executive server,” he had said the first time.

Her glowing blue eyes stared up at him. For a second something like resistance flickered behind them. Then the programming took over.

“Primary executive access is Drake-Alpha-seven-seven-nine. Secondary is Margot-override-four-one.”

The words came out flat. The moment he let go of her hair she leaned forward again and took his cock back into her mouth, resuming the steady mechanical suction without comment.

A few minutes later he pulled her off again.

“How do I lock the board out of day-to-day operational control without triggering the emergency protocols?”

Again that brief flash of the real Margot trying to stay silent seemed to show on her face. Once again the programming forced the answer out.

“Issue a temporary authority… transfer under clause four…teen-B. Use my biometric approval token, it is stored in the top left drawer under the false bottom. Once the token is accepted, set the lock duration to ninety days. The board cannot override it without a full in-person quorum.”

She swallowed around him the second he released her hair, the metal jaw working smoothly.

He did it a third time when he was getting close.

“List every department head who will push back the hardest and the fastest way to sideline them.”

The disgust was clearer on her face that time. Her eyes narrowed for half a second before the flat voice listed three names and the exact HR procedures that would put them on enforced leave pending “transition review.” Then she was back on his cock, sucking with the same obedient rhythm.

When he finally came he held her head in place and emptied into the synthetic mouth. She stayed perfectly still until he finished. He pulled out and watched a thin string of cum connect the head of his cock to her lower lip.

“Swallow it.”

“Affirmative.”

She closed her mouth and swallowed. For just a moment the corners of her expressionless face tightened, clear disgust from the woman trapped inside, before the sexbot programming smoothed it away again.