Yes

Mr. Strickland's gaze is getting more and more stern, which is surprising, considering he wasn't exactly friendly before.

You quickly sign the dotted lines, and pass Mr. Strickland the contract. He looks it over, and stands up.

"All appears to be in order," he says as he approaches you, "which is good, because it means I can do this!"

Suddenly, you're face is stinging and you're falling back against the wall behind you. Did he slap you?

"What the hell--?" you yell, before Strickland grabs your wrist and interrupts you.

"You're a secretary now, John. Or should I say JoAnne? But regardless, you were thinking way to hard about that contract for a secretary. Secretaries don't think, they just listen to what they're bosses tell them." He leans in real close, squeezing your wrist. "Got that?"