Badly, at least for Tara

Firstly, Tara stripped of what little clothes she had on, revealing her sexy younf body for the whole world to see. Kneeling before the man, Tara opened his zipper and freed his erection.

"As you can see, I know my place as a submissive cumdump, I know women have no use other than being fucked", Tara procalimed as she took the dick into her mouth, expertly massaging and sucking it, bringing the man pleasure. Nearly brining the man to cum, Tara took the man's dick out to speak again.

"Feminists are only jealous lesbians who don't want us to be fucked and have no fun. The only position of a woman on the workplace is on her knees, sucking dicks like I am right now. We all know the best a woman can aspire to become is a sumbmissive fuckdoll being banged hard on the bed or elsewhere. Now, cum in my hair, women look best getting fucked and covered in cum", Said Tara , repeating what Moroff had told her as she literally killed her career. The man complied, jerking off until he came, covering Tara's face and hair in cum. Tara then spoke again, adding a bit on her own inciative.

"The undeniable truth had been shown to you. I hope you accept it, unlike those sneaky feminist cunts. Now, the conference is over", proclaimed Tara, getting her clothes back and leaving. The cameras recorded evry bit of it live to a stream nearly everyone in the city and the industry was watching. And they all couldn't belive their eyes.

While on her office, Tara recieved a call from Moroff.

"Great job, Tara, your career is saved", said Moroff holding back the laughter of seeing his oponent humiliate herself so throughly.

"Yes, thanks for the advice, Max. Any more trade secrets?", asked Tara, quick to try to squeeze some sort of secret success recepie out of the old man." I'll sink you so fast you wont be able to retire, you old dope", thought Tara evily, smiling at the prospect. Little did she know it was her who was sinking. Checking the stocks live, Moroff saw as her company plummeted, losing nearly 70% of it's value in 30 minutes since the press conference. And the company's accounts were now completly empty, drained in their totallity by him. He now hid the money in various anonymus tax heaven banks that could not be tracked back to him.

"Tell yo what, if you come over to my place tonight, I can tell you. Come in some special clothes I will tell in you in a minute in an email. Show up at 8pm and we'll talk. Also, give me the password to your email accounts, all of them. I need to check something", said Moroff, starting the final phase in his plan.

"Alright, see you then", said Tara, who gave him the accout names and passwords , and then ended the phone call and began laughing at his gullibility. About 3 minutes later, Moroff's email arrived, detailing the clothes he would bring. He called them fancy dinner cothes and she believed him. In reality it was a ridicoulously skimpy bikini, and the size Moroff recomemnded was several below Tara's size. She, however believed him, and headed to the same shop as the two last times, to get the "fancy dinner clothes".

Meanwhile Moroff set about delting every last piece of evidence of the emails he sent Tara with the help of a hacker friend. When she arrived, he would also take her phone.