Saturday, at the plant...

Today is finally Saturday after a really long work week. You've be a putting in an average of a 14 hour work day. A standard 8 hour shift, plus half of nights, and 2-3 hours of Jesse's personal tutalage either up on the catwalk or in his office as he shows you the administrative work he does to keep the production line rolling. He hasn't really come off as an asshole to you too much. He's just extremely frank.

You depart your house in your work gear after giving Bianca a quick kiss, for your last day on the plant floor. Being Saturday, the parking lot is empty and you pull into a spot close to the facility and head inside. Jesse is waiting for you of course, but since you are 18 minutes early, he just nods and grunts. "Don't think I'm gonna make this easy on you. You're gonna have to manufacture a part from start to finish. Every station. If you fuck it up, you got another week with me, and I don't care how much of Wayne's dick you suck, you ain't getting off my floor without knowing my operations. Today we'll do a simple one, you'll be machining a door frame. Should be well within the capabilities of any dick-sucker like yourself."

"I told you I won't tolerate that from you anymore. I'm about to go to HR, so that means I'll be the one holding your job by the nuts. So can it. In fact, I'm gonna have it seen that you treat the whole fucking line a little better, the guys could use the morale boost. That's why we're all Whittmen in the first place, having wives taking care of the home while we worry about work. The sentiment around here is "Wouldn't it be nice to go home and say you loved your job instead of bitching about this fucking asshole of a production manager?" You point your finger towards him.

Jesse fumes. "You don't make a diamond without pressure." He says. "You attract more flies with honey then with vinegar. A little pressure is fine and all, but you take it too far! It's every day! Workers are unhappy and production is suffering. They are afraid to speak up because you will just fire them!" You retort. "You are endangering BOTH Willis Enterprises AND the Whittmen! All it takes is one of these guys to quit and tell the whole fucking world about our little society. Then what? Willis Enterprises, our jobs, our society, our beautiful homes, our lives, everything is gone! All because YOU want to be a god damn asshole!"

A slow clap emerges from the darkness of the the quartermasters office. Both your and Jesse's eyes are drawn to the darkness. "Get yer ass out here, mother fucker." Jesse scoffs. A creak of a chair followed by some heavy footsteps. The light turns on in the Quartermasters office, revealing none other than Wayne himself. "Wanna run that by me again, Jesse?" "Wayne!?" You and Jesse exclaim simultaneously. Jesse begins, "Wayne, you know I..."

"Shut it." Wayne says. Jesse stands there, flabbergasted. "John here has a very valid point. I will absolutely not risk the sake of my business nor the Society because you choose to continue on with our little test. John, is what you said true?"

You don't hesitate. "Well, I've only been on the floor for a week. But for the most part, yeah. I can understand running a tight ship but there's absolutely no need to constantly demean and demoralize your employees. I understand the need for loud speaking on the floor, it can get very noisy. But there's a huge difference in ensuring you are clearly heard and spewing near constant insults, which is exactly what Jesse does."

Wayne nods as if in thought. "Yep, I agree. Don't you worry, I'll make this right. And Jesse, there ain't no reason to be calling my employees and fellow Whittmen names. We should treat each other with respect and dignity. That is the way of both my company and the Society. If you've forgotten that, then perhaps I need to consider finding a new floor boss."

Wayne turns to you, "Come on, let's get out the plant, I want to show you your new office." You nod. "Sure thing Wayne. He then resumes talking to Jesse. "Stick around, you'll be seeing my office next." With an audible gulp, Jesse nods. He dares not say anything other than "Got it" in front of Wayne, especially after calling him a mother fucker.

You silently follow Wayne to the office area. He leads you to where you met Julia, that blonde headed girl who welcomed you to Willis Enterprises. Nearby along the wall is a small office. Wayne opens the door to reveal a desk, phone, and computer. "This is gonna be your office. He walks in and you follow. There's just enough room for the two of you.

He picks up three manilla folders from your desk. "These are the candidates I told you about, your first order of business on Monday is to hire one of them to serve your needs here in the office. Of course she is not your wife, so you can't just ask anything of her like you can Bianca. So don't ask any domestic task. She will, however, serve your sexual needs along with any office needs you may have such as managing your calendar, reminding you of meetings, and procuring you suppliess such as pens, paper, etc. You'll have to get your own coffee from the break room though, that's considered a domestic task. Now if she likes you enough that she wants to do it, that's okay, but it's not an obligation of the position by any means."

You nod, "I understand, Wayne. Any chance you can get those three in here for an interview on Monday too? I would like to see to make sure they are a fit before I hire them and get a sample of their services. "No worries about that John. All of 'em are Single Whittwomen, so I'm happy to have 'rm in here for that interview." Wayne replies. "An old female friend of mine contacted me recently about joining, so I'd like to interview her here on Monday as well. That okay?" Wayne nods, "Yeah, you bet. Just be sure you're happy with your choice. Think with your head" Wayne taps your noodle, "and not with your other head."

"Sure thing Wayne." You say. "Now, if you have any other needs for the office, run 'em by your secretary and we'll place an order for you within reason. Now since I've got nothing more for you and I need to have a few words with Jesse, I'll be seeing you tomorrow at the gathering."