The right words just come to you

You're scrambling for an explanation, trying to find some way to save your skin in the middle of all these outbursts. You'll figure out where those are coming from later, right now you just need to keep your job. You need to keep your job.

Your computer blips.

"Well, I think I'm a very valuable asset to this firm," you say.

"Well, y- yesss, I think we... we both know that, Laura." He pauses to breathe. "Right, Jim?"

"Ab- solutely... yeah, yeah, I think we- we should, uh, yeah..."

Their voices sound strained and breathy. They both pause and you hear some kind of low background noise through the receiver, but you can't quite make it out.

"Are the two of you... okay?" you ask. You hear only silence for a few seconds before voices start to weakly come through.

"Yeah! Yeah, deffffinitely. Yeah..."

"Everything fine.... here..."

Your computer blips.

"You know, Sam, Jim," you say, and then you talk some more, but even you can't really understand what you're saying. Syllables pour from your mouth.

When it's over, the phone line is silent. You're scared to speak, unsure of what might come out, but more than that you're worried about the two people on the line with you.

"Are you guys okay?" you ask.

"Yes." The reply comes from both at the same time, monotonous.

"What are you guys doing?" you ask.

"Nothing." Again, in unison.

Your computer blips.

"You're under my control," you say.

"Yes."

Your computer blips.

"You will do exactly as I say."

"Yes."

Your computer blips.

"You will never fire me."

"Yes."

Your computer blips.

"You will do everything in your power to keep me working at this office."

"Yes."

Your computer blips.

"Because you're both sexually obsessed with me."

"Yes."

Your computer blips.

"Whenever you hear me speak, you are overcome with lust."

"Yes."

Your computer blips.

"Sam, this is only for you to hear."

"Yes." One voice.

Your computer blips.

"Sam, you are sexually focused on my pussy. When aroused, it is your world. You want only to touch it. Touching and rubbing it fills you with unimaginable ecstasy. Any panties I've ever worn are more precious to you than gold."

"Yes." One voice.

Your computer blips.

"Jim, this is only for you to hear."

"Yes." A different voice.

Your computer blips.

"Jim, you are sexually focused on my breasts. When aroused, they are everything to you. You want only to touch them. Fondling and caressing them fills you with unimaginable ecstasy. Any bras I've ever worn are more precious to you than diamonds."

"Yes."

Your computer blips.

"Jim, go to Sam's office and wait. Both of you, stay in a trance until you see me next. Hang up the phone."

The line goes dead.

Your eyes are unfocused. You close them tight and lower your head. It's beyond belief for you, but you've just turned two men at your office into your love slaves. Where did you get this power? Why are you using it like this? In your panic, you reason that the only safe option is to leave the office. You can't risk either Sam or Jim seeing you, or you hurting anyone else.

Your computer blips.

"Laura," you read out loud, "you're worried about your two coworkers. You need to go check on them. Oh, wait, you're probably reading this out loud, aren't you? Okay, after this email, you don't need to read any more emails out loud, unless otherwise instructed. Once you're done reading this, you will forget the contents of every email you received during the call, as well as the instructions you gave. Make sure to go back and delete those emails, too. All you know is that you hypnotized those two men, and that you desperately need to check on them. They're in danger. One last thing, when you enter the room, remember to lose your handle. You know what that means."

The email ends, and a sensation of something settling into your brain gives you the sense that you do, on some level, know what he meant. But, as you go through and delete email after email, your head becomes cloudy, and your hand moves the mouse listlessly, on autopilot.

You snap back to attention in your office. The call is over. Jim and Sam! You hypnotized them! If anything happens to them, it's all your fault... You need to go check on them. You need to check on them. They're in danger. They're in Sam's office. You need to go check on them.

You bust out of your office, and sprint down the hall, pushing past the other employees at the office. You find the door you're looking for and throw it open, tossing it shut carelessly behind you.