Mrs James, your old boss

The first person that came to mind was your boss from your old job at the firm. When you get to the 20th floor, the office had not changed at all. You float around for a bit, inspecting the surrounds. The queen bitch made sure nothing had changed, including the blank looks on your primarily male coworkers who all shared the same sentiment as you did. Nobody liked the busty but bitchy Mrs James. Many names were called in secret in the staff room. Many more workers had been laid off by her for even the most minor of mistakes. She claimed to run a tight ship, but in reality, she ran a **** den, working everyone away until they could not work any more. You wonder how her husband puts up with her. Probably by staying the fuck away from her if she was in a foul mood, like everyone else who worked here.

You take a look in her unnecessarily spacious office and you spot her sitting crosslegged by her desk and on her computer. Her face still looked as cold and as classy as you had remembered her, which had a habit of turning particularly sour when she was not happy about something. The mere thought of the day you were fired sparked a shot of anger through your thoughts. Instantly, the lights flickered for the briefest moment, prompting her to stop typing to frown at the alleged 'electrical fault'. It surprised even you to witness how powerful you were now, being Satan's pal and all. All it took was a simple thought to manipulate the wiring of her office, and it got you curious as to what else you could do.