What other choice is there?

Gloria lead me through a hallway that took me to Maria's "imperial" office. Really, there was no need for her to do this. Maria could have messaged me, and I knew where her office was. Why then? Well, sadly, it was probably one of the few things people could trust Gloria to do around here. Be her mother's personal assistant, sort-of. She obviously knew nothing about the business, and besides, who else dared to give orders for the boss's daughter? I usually just saw her lazing about everywhere until her mother came around and started barking orders at her. So yeah, fine, if she had to be here, might as well be a messenger for her or something.

Besides, I really didn't mind watching her swing her bootylicious, young ass in front of you. In fact, just a quick check...

GLORIA DIAMANTI = SUBMISSION: -25

Huh. Not even that bad. Perhaps her youth was a factor here.

She stopped in front of her mother's door, and I almost bumbed into her while still staring at the app.

"Hey jackass, watch where you're going!"

"Oops, sorry. My fault."

She sniffed the air.

"Do you even shower?"

"Sometimes", I tried to joke. Of course it went straight over her head, and she looked even more disgusted with me.

"Go in already. She's waiting."

I nodded and opened the door. There she was. Maria Diamanti.

Looking sexy as fuck, as always. A real hotshot in the magazine business. "Mirage" was just one of the five magazines that she ran, but she had chosen to make her headquarters here. I think she was probably only 40, and already extremely rich. Oh yes, she was a frequent guest in my night- and daytime fantasies. Always being **** to do the most humiliating-

"Mr. Dingle. Please sit down."

I wasted no time sitting down on the chair in front of her desk. I probably did it too fast.

"Alright. I usually have HR do this, but..." What a promising start to the conversation. "But considering you have worked here for five years, I thought you deserved to hear this from me. Yeah. We are going to have to let you go. The quality of your work isn't up to Mirage's bar anymore, and by your own admission, you have trouble keeping up. How do you feel about this?"

"...Well, I believe... I mean, don't I deserve one more chance?"

"By my calculations, you have had your second, third, fourth and who-knows-how-many chances already. We have reached the end of the road, don't you think?"

It felt like one of those times that time just slowed down. I saw my career flash before my eyes. I knew, that she had surely made up her mind already, but I still had a very, very slim chance of saying something that could change how everything was going. What could I possibly do? As far as I knew, the only edge I had was my magical app. But how the hell could that help me here? Maria's number was -100. She was uncommandable. And I had no **** material on her.

Wait, what was that number? -100? ...Thinking back, I recalled what the app said about people in that category...

-100 to -80 = This person will not take commands from you unless they literally have no other choice. They are more likely to get enjoyment out of bossing you around.

Enjoyment out of bossing me around? That means... Maria enjoys bossing me around?

...Okay, I could try one thing. It would be extremely humiliating for me. But. I knew it was going to be worth it in the end.

I surprised Maria by getting out of the chair, and pushing it aside. Then I kneeled on the floor, and put my head to the floor.

"Please. Miss Diamanti. Give me one more chance. Just one more chance. I will be eternally grateful. I need this job more than anything."

I stayed in that position for a while. Even though I couldn't see her face, I still somehow felt the huge smirk she had on her face.

"Jack. You don't deserve another chance."

"Please. Give me any job. Tell me to do anything. No matter... How humiliating."

"Get up."

I slowly got up. She looked you up and down.

"Today's monday, right?"

"Right..."

"Okay. Here's what we'll do. You will write an article a day until friday. If Gretchen thinks that even one of them is perfect, one that she will have no notes on, then you can keep your job," oh shit. That wasn't a good one. Gretchen had never literally thought my articles were good as they were, and had at least 20 notes every time. Maria knew that too. She was just humiliating me. Seems like my assumption of her personality was correct.

"...okay. I will do that, ma'am."

"Good. I'm leaving for Paris today for the fashion week. So if we never meet again, good luck in the future."

"Oh. I'm sure we will, ma'am," I said and quickly got out of her office.

That was the most humiliating moment of my life. But it will be worth it.

I knew, that if I just managed to hang on to my job...

I would collar and chain everyone of these bitches and make them my mindfucked slaves. Including her.