She survives another day

"You have survived to work another day, but don't get complacent," you say, as she whimpers.

"Oh, thank you! Thank you! You won't regret this. I'll do better!" Meghan cries, tears streaming down her mascara-streaked face.

"You may satisfy my brutish lust every day, and still might be fired at a moment's notice. I will take what I want with little regard for your desires. Do you still want to work as my secretary?" you ask her, no lightness in your voice.

"Yes! I'll accept your discipline, if it means I might get through next week," she says, sniffling.

"What have you learned so far today? I'd like to take an accounting and remind you of anything that you might forget."

Quietly whimpering, Meghan clears her throat. "Be on time, call you Sir or Mr. Chandler, and mark your appointments on the online calendar. Thank you, Sir, for letting me stay another day. I know you can fire me at any time, no matter how good I perform or how many times you violate me."

"Very good, Meghan, you got them all. For remembering, you can take a minute to straighten your clothes and go to the restroom to fix your makeup. Then return to your desk in 10 minutes." Your voice is softer now.

"Thank you, Mr. Chandler! I won't disappoint you!" she says.

"Oh, Meghan, I'm sure you will disappointment me. But we'll have to see how many disappointments I can take before I fire you." You turn to your desk and look over the paper you were reading when Jim came by. Meghan gets her things and leaves, closing the door quietly behind her.