You play mindgames with the ginger

"I said I'm not signing it you sexist pig" Ruby declared once again, knocking your coffee off the desk in spit of rage.

"Your fragile ego just can't accept a women pushing you away can you? So you have to **** Carmen into submission by making her a permanent fuck toy? Are you out of your fucking mind" You didn't interrupt Ruby at all as she unloaded everything from her chest. You try not to display any emotions on your face that could otherwise be used as fuel for the perceptive Ruby. Instead, you open your file cabinet digging through mountains of paperwork before dropping heaps of excel files onto your desk.

"What the fuck is this?" Ruby asked, annoyed beyond reason at your apparent disregard for her outburst.

"The daily duty rosters for each month, for the past 12-months, since we started the cubicle cunt program" You replied.

"I can see that Sam, I'm asking why you're taking this out in the middle of our fucking conversation" Ruby spoke to you like a toddler who was barely literate.

"Our employees hire hundreds of women across all roles and departments...with 365 days...that means 365 women are 'randomly' selected to become the daily cubicle cunts" You start your monologue.

"What the fuck are you on about" Ruby rolled her eyes.

"This keeps things fair for our hard-working women employees so that no favoritism is at play."

"Fine I'm listening" Ruby cocked her hips impatiently, she knows you and you long-winded conversations well enough.

"But oddly enough, Ms. Ruby Coy has never once been chosen to fulfill the esteemed role of cubicle cunts, not even once throughout the 365 days" You smirk.

"What are you getting at?" Ruby's smile slowly faded from her lips.

"Do I have to spell it out for you? I bet your husband would be quite shock once he found out his beloved wife was stuffed full of cocks from 9 - 5" You say with a puff, smug look on your face.

"YOU DICK!" Ruby cussed as she grabbed you by your tie.

"We had a deal...you make sure my name never ends up on your filthy duty roster and I'll make sure to stay out of your way" Ruby reminded you.

"Then honor it and get in line" You yank control of your tie back, slapping Carmen's paperwork on the desk. You were essentially giving Ruby a choice, look out for her own neck and save her own skin, or put herself on the line in order to save Carmen from certain suffocation from cocks.