Yes

Tiffany rounds the corner to find Trudy's own secretary, Michael, fumbling with a stack of papers behind his desk. He's eye candy, a physically fit man with a low IQ, that Trudy hired explicitly to show how smart she is by comparison. Tiffany always felt a pang of sympathy for Michael, he's a sweetheart with little backbone so he's always being berated and condemned. She smiles sweetly as she walks up.

"Hi Michael. Having a good day? I was hoping to speak with Trudy about the pacific report for Mr Devauex."

"Oh, uh yes she's... wait no. She said she's not in. Wait no she didn't that was yesterday..."

He's flustered over the pile of papers at his desk and he's half paying attention as he fixes the problems in front of him. Tiffany slowly slides by him as his attention shifts elsewhere. She slowly opens Trudy's door hoping to come in inconspicuously...

"Tiffany! The jewel of the office. What brings such a delightful visit to my office?"

Trudy Musgrave sat behind her desk and leaned back in a look of smug arrogance. She was so certain she'd have Tiffany someday and her dreams looked to be coming true. Running a hand through her black buzz cut hair and shifting her glasses Trudy indicates to a chair for Tiffany. Not on the other side of the desk, the chair right next to Trudy she used when she had to show Michael once again how to do a simple task. Tiffant walks around and sits in the dreadfully uncomfortable wooden schoolboys chair and forces a smile.

"Ms. Musgrave, I'm so sorry to impose. Michael seems so busy and I believe that's why I never got the Pacific report for Mr Deveaux this morni-"

"That would make sense Tiff. Except I delivered that to the mailbox outside your office this morning. You were preoccupied with that coffee maker upstairs and you were bent over to find the filters in the cabinet. Remember?"

Tiffany did feel the cold stare of someone when she had been preparing Mr Devauex's coffee that morning. It was just like Trudy to watch her struggle for her own sick reasons.

"So you did get my report and you lost it. Tiffany I am so hurt. Almost as hurt as John will be when he hears his little submissive, dedicated, detailed worker bee is falling behind. I mean... I could print out another copy. For a price."

Tiffany was beside herself and she was almost shaking at the nerve of this woman who was leveraging her life against her libido. Still Trudy knew Tiffany well enough to know how to get her going. Her words drew images of ballgags, cuffs, and many hours of painful bliss. Fuck!

"What's your price Trudy?"