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How hard is it to get a decent secretary anymore? I thought we had a good one this time. Cute face. Great ass. Turns out we got some rabid feminist who goes apeshit any time someone touches her. Get used to it. That's just part of the job, sweetcheeks. I tried to tell her, but she wouldn't listen.

We were setting up for a conference call. She's making sure the mic's plugged in. I stepped past her with some notes, and she blew up in my face that I put my hand on her back again. It's just normal, but she went off like I just threw her in the middle of a bukkake or something. The rest of the committee was staring by now as she whipped out a handheld shrinker and shot me with it. She grabbed me in her hand, and with this deafening roar screamed that she's quitting, and if anyone else touches her on the way out she's shrinking the whole rotten corporate office. Then she threw me into a chair and stormed out of the place.

Good riddance, bitch.

We can get another personal secretary; it's not a hard job to fill. Pretty brunette who can keep to a schedule and isn't a complete idiot. That's all it takes. Maybe get one with big tits this time.

The rest of the committee scattered when they saw she was packing a shrinker, but from down the hallway I heard her scream at someone else as she left.

Where's my damn phone? Our security company contracts out to a group they call the "Normalizers" -- folks who are trained and equipped to sniff out altered-scale matter and return it to normal. A lot of them have first responder backgrounds. They're not cheap, but they're good. They'll have me back to normal before lunch, along with anyone else the crazy bitch assaulted on her way out.

The phone's not in the chair, and I'm not seeing it on the floor. It probably got thrown onto the table when the bitch grabbed me. With a little effort, I managed to climb onto the table to look for it. None of the good-for-nothings on the committee offered to help. I think they all got scared and ran off. Scared of an unhinged bimbo with a cheap shrinker.

Just after I got onto the table, I heard a rumble and felt the building begin to shake. I looked out the window and realized this was going to be a bigger problem than the Normalizers can handle.

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How hard is it to get a decent secretary anymore? I thought we had a good one this time. Cute face. Great ass. Turns out we got some rabid feminist who goes apeshit any time someone touches her. Get used to it. That's just part of the job, sweetcheeks. I tried to tell her, but she wouldn't listen.

We were setting up for a conference call. She's making sure the mic's plugged in. I stepped past her with some notes, and she blew up in my face that I put my hand on her back again. It's just normal, but she went off like I just threw her in the middle of a bukkake or something. The rest of the committee was staring by now as she whipped out a handheld shrinker and shot me with it. She grabbed me in her hand, and with this deafening roar screamed that she's quitting, and if anyone else touches her on the way out she's shrinking the whole rotten corporate office. Then she threw me into a chair and stormed out of the place.

Good riddance, bitch.

We can get another personal secretary; it's not a hard job to fill. Pretty brunette who can keep to a schedule and isn't a complete idiot. That's all it takes. Maybe get one with big tits this time.

The rest of the committee scattered when they saw she was packing a shrinker, but from down the hallway I heard her scream at someone else as she left.

Where's my damn phone? Our security company contracts out to a group they call the "Normalizers" -- folks who are trained and equipped to sniff out altered-scale matter and return it to normal. A lot of them have first responder backgrounds. They're not cheap, but they're good. They'll have me back to normal before lunch, along with anyone else the crazy bitch assaulted on her way out.

The phone's not in the chair, and I'm not seeing it on the floor. It probably got thrown onto the table when the bitch grabbed me. With a little effort, I managed to climb onto the table to look for it. None of the good-for-nothings on the committee offered to help. I think they all got scared and ran off. Scared of an unhinged bimbo with a cheap shrinker.

Just after I got onto the table, I heard a rumble and felt the building begin to shake. I looked out the window and realized this was going to be a bigger problem than the Normalizers can handle.