Target: Gloria Diamanti

In the following cacophony of questions and a general sense of dread, few things became clear.

Maria did not intend to sell the magazine when she left for London, Remington Group just made an offer she couldn't refuse. On a technical level, nothing was going to change here. None of our jobs were supposedly on the chopping block. Remington had promised to keep the thing running, but I don't think any of us actually believed that. But as for now, that meant that everything was supposed to keep going as usual. No changes. And even after the buy-out, Maria was still running the magazine for a month after that.

So the order was to return to our jobs and keep acting like nothing's changed.

"Does that mean the... new shoot is still going to happen?" Anna-Marie asked Maria. Shit. We told her that only people who knew about the shoot was me, Gretchen and Maria. Of course Maria actually knew nothing about it.

"What? Yeah, as I said, no changes to anything. I don't want to see any laxed attitude either. All of that will be reported to Remington once the switch happens."

Whew. Anna-Marie painfully accepted the answer, thinking she had just possibly found a way out. But no. All of us were put in our places, and soon the meeting was over.

As we all left the office, I heard multiple people joking about how it's time to put their resumes in order again.

Not me, though. This deal wasn't going to happen. I was going to make damn sure of it. Even if the switch happened, I don't think it would have been possible to corrupt all the high levels of Remington, which was a faceless corporation anyways. And not only that, what if it was run by... dudes? Eugh. No fun in that.

I was now, once again, in the starting phase of my planning. Maria's -100. That's an extremely tough nut to crack. Was breaking her the only way to stop this? Yeah, probably. Besides that, she was the source of all of my problems and these fucking friday-deadlines. That needed to stop for good. So. Where to start?

Before I even got further than that in my thinking, I finally saw her. Gloria. She was standing at the end of the hallway, but as she saw me, she quickly ran off. What? Was she avoiding me? I mean... considering the last time I twisted her nipple... Still, I quickened my pace and was soon after her. But no. She had disappeared behind the corner, and was out of my sight again. Fuck. This... Didn't she have a trait? Yeah, about wanting to do misdemeanors around me? I had to read that again.

_"The subject will start to do misdemeanors around the user, with the subconsicous hope that the user will punish them". _Hmmm. Oh I see. It didn't say that the subject WANTED to be around the user to do these misdemeanors, just that it they will do them when they ARE around the user. So in another sense, if she was avoiding me, this trait was useless. Fuck. I wonder if she hid somewhere the whole friday, just to avoid me? Did I scare her that much? And if I did, why wouldn't she tell Maria about it? Fuck. I was dealing with a spoiled brat. I guess she had no idea how to handle somebody who did those things to her. Especially if she... didn't hate it?

No. Better not make that assumption yet. However. Yes. I had been thinking about this multiple times already. The easiest way to start on Maria was to go through her daughter. So this meant I had something like four days to bend both of their wills. Yeah. This had to start right now. No waiting.

Ulla, Sophie and Lana were all still talking about Remington and what kind of magazines they should start applying for now. They hardly even cared when I returned to my desk. Well, Lana did, but she didn't want to show it to Ulla and Sophie.

So now... How would I get Gloria here...

Of course. I had an unlimited amount of Gretchen's authority available. This was easy. I texted Gretchen immediately.

"Call Gloria to your office. And have her bring me some file. Any file."

"Okay."

"Okay, what?"

"Okay, daddy."

She really needed to start remembering that phrase.

Hmm... Okay, Gloria was coming... Let's make this a little easier for her. I grabbed a cup and went to the water dispenser. I filled it up to the brim, and placed it on my desk. There. Let's hope everything goes as planned.

Three minutes later, Gloria came in with a file in her hand. She did not look pleased to see me.

"Some file. From Gretchen."

"Great. Bring it here, will you?"

She sighed and moved closer to my desk. As she was handing me the file, she couldn't help but notice the water-filled cup. Come on. Let the trait activate.

And it did. As she handed me the file, she "accidentally" pushed the cup on my lap, completely wetting my pants.

"Oops." She said, not even hiding how intentional this was, not a bit.

I got up from my desk, looking angry.

"Hey! How dare you! These are very expensive pants!"

"Yes. Antique stuff like that is hard to get nowadays" I heard Sophie's sarcastic snicker from behind me.

"Yeah, who cares. It's just water." Gloria said dismissively.

"Oh yeah? And you're just a lowly little intern. So you better show respect to your betters! Apologize!"

I think Sophie and Ulla were flabbergasted to hear me talk like this. Lana on the other hand was already used to it, but surprised I would say something like this to the boss' daughter.

"What? Fuck you." Oh yes. Gloria was asking for it now.

"That's it. We're going to go see your mother, and you'll tell her exactly what you did."

"No! I won't! You can't make me!"

She was fighting back. Hmm. Thinking about this, with these three people in the room... I could try something a bit more aggressive.

I grabbed Gloria's arm, and started dragging her towards the door. She gasped in surprise, and soon tried fighting back with little punches, that had no effect on me. I was too fast and strong for her, and I was already opening up the door.

Lana reacted as I thought she would. She was horrified, but couldn't do anything because I had made her quite submissive already. Also, did she want to displease me? And make sure I never gave her the chance to cum again?

Sophie just sat at her desk. She looked stupified by what was happening, but if I knew her, she would not get involved in this now or after. She very much preferred to keep to herself, and with two other women in the room who could possibly report me already, why would she go out of her way to do so? Besides, I had a feeling she wasn't opposed to me ragdolling this pampered bitch around.

Ulla however, stood up. "What the fuck? You can't do that Jack! Let go of her!"

"Oh yeah? Who you're going to tell?"

"I..." Ulla began, but nothing came out. That's right. Her trait had her believing she lived in a full patriarchy. If she told on me, nothing would happen, except bad things for her. Her fierce face was starting look defeated, and then she just sat down. Lana and Sophie couldn't understand why.

"Ulla? Why'd you stop?", Sophie asked.

"He's right. It's pointless." Ulla said as she slumped on her desk.

Sophie definitely didn't seem to understand why, but decided not to prod further. Good. Nice to see some stuff changing around here already.

Besides, who were they going to complain to? Maria? The person I was taking Gloria to, and Gloria would probably tell her about this already? Yeah. This was a fairly safe move to make. So I continued dragging the punching and kicking Gloria out of the office. She didn't shout, and it felt more like she was trying to put up a fight than actually desperately trying to get loose. She even bit my arm, but she stopped that once I grabbed her hair I pulled her head away from me. She was grunting and moaning, but not so much that someone would hear it and call police. No, to some sense, you could even say she was playing along.

I stopped us in the hallway, and turned to her. Boy, she looked indignant and pissed off. Little miss princess wasn't having a good day.

"Now. I'll give you a choice. Either I take you to your mommy, and you'll let her how you fucked up again, which I'm sure she will be very happy to hear about. Or. I can punish you privately. And she never has to know about this."

"You... You're going to get so fired..."

"I don't care. The office won't probably be here in a month. So now, you just need to ask yourself, do you want your mommy angry at you too?"

I calculated that she was as scared of Maria as the rest of us were. Probably even more.

"Asshole. Fine. Punish me privately or whatever." (GLORIA: +5SP) (+3SP)

Great. I think I really hit the ground running this time. Straight to the business.

I was going to save this company.