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This was the final straw for notorious workaholic Lauren Barlowe, a project manager at ‘EGW Associates”, an internationally recognized architectural and design firm headquartered in Cleveland which operates across nine different cities domestically. And as the only female project manager in the Cleveland office, Lauren challenged professional stereotypes by developing a reputation for being a stickler for punctuality, competent design, and fiercely demanding personal responsibility from her subordinates. She was admired by her colleagues as being tough but fair, while being feared by any slackers working under her direct supervision. A perfectionist at heart, Lauren considered herself the last of a dying breed at a firm increasingly dominated by the self-absorbed Millennials. Case in point, Greg Walsh. A Millennial whose lackluster attitude and general ineptitude resulted in him being shrunk and squeezed between his angry supervisor’s iron tight grip.

Greg, the 28 year old bachelor and most junior architect on Lauren’s team, arrived fifteen minutes late to a design review meeting with the city’s planning department. Because of his incompetence, the building permits on her premier project would likely to be delayed by sixty days. A significant problem as Lauren was mere weeks away from having to present her team’s progress at the Board of Directors meeting. This humiliating set-back would not go unpunished by the middle-aged overachiever. Once back at HQ, Lauren marched towards Greg’s office, catching him in the hallway with a shrink ray blast to his back mid-stride as he paced back and forth while reviewing a binder full of company policies. Instantly the binder tumbled to the floor beside a newly formed pile of clothing which concealed her now diminutive subordinate. The few witnesses to this event quickly and quietly shuffled out of sight, dreading the thought of ending up subjects of Ms. Barlowe’s wrath.

Slowly and deliberately, Lauren bent down and firmly grasped Greg’s squirming pink form between her massive fingers; his squeaks for mercy unintelligible to her giantess ears. Standing to her full dizzying height, Lauren brought the pathetic minion close to her face; scowling and staring daggers into Greg’s terrified little expression. The colossus squeezed her muscular flist tighter without saying a word; using her thumb to wrestle against the ineffectual force provided by both the little man’s arms as he pushed against it with all his might.

Letting her display of power linger for a few moments, Lauren finally broke her silence.

“What do you have to say for yourself, little man?”

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This was the final straw for notorious workaholic Lauren Barlowe, a project manager at ‘EGW Associates”, an internationally recognized architectural and design firm headquartered in Cleveland which operates across nine different cities domestically. And as the only female project manager in the Cleveland office, Lauren challenged professional stereotypes by developing a reputation for being a stickler for punctuality, competent design, and fiercely demanding personal responsibility from her subordinates. She was admired by her colleagues as being tough but fair, while being feared by any slackers working under her direct supervision. A perfectionist at heart, Lauren considered herself the last of a dying breed at a firm increasingly dominated by the self-absorbed Millennials. Case in point, Greg Walsh. A Millennial whose lackluster attitude and general ineptitude resulted in him being shrunk and squeezed between his angry supervisor’s iron tight grip.

Greg, the 28 year old bachelor and most junior architect on Lauren’s team, arrived fifteen minutes late to a design review meeting with the city’s planning department. Because of his incompetence, the building permits on her premier project would likely to be delayed by sixty days. A significant problem as Lauren was mere weeks away from having to present her team’s progress at the Board of Directors meeting. This humiliating set-back would not go unpunished by the middle-aged overachiever. Once back at HQ, Lauren marched towards Greg’s office, catching him in the hallway with a shrink ray blast to his back mid-stride as he paced back and forth while reviewing a binder full of company policies. Instantly the binder tumbled to the floor beside a newly formed pile of clothing which concealed her now diminutive subordinate. The few witnesses to this event quickly and quietly shuffled out of sight, dreading the thought of ending up subjects of Ms. Barlowe’s wrath.

Slowly and deliberately, Lauren bent down and firmly grasped Greg’s squirming pink form between her massive fingers; his squeaks for mercy unintelligible to her giantess ears. Standing to her full dizzying height, Lauren brought the pathetic minion close to her face; scowling and staring daggers into Greg’s terrified little expression. The colossus squeezed her muscular flist tighter without saying a word; using her thumb to wrestle against the ineffectual force provided by both the little man’s arms as he pushed against it with all his might.

Letting her display of power linger for a few moments, Lauren finally broke her silence.

“What do you have to say for yourself, little man?”

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