The final blow

"We're almost done," John said. "I assume Mona's office is on the top floor?"

Heather nodded.

"Let's go take her down. Then we can fuck on her desk in front of her, as promised."

"Yay!" Heather said excitedly.

They took the elevator up to the top floor, where they saw Mona at her desk. She gave a fake smile when she saw them.

"Oh, hey," she said. "Hannah, right? Can you get me some coffee?"

"It's Heather," John said. "And she no longer listens to you."

"And why is that?" Mona spat.