I recently became the CEO of a company that has always been run by men and for men, every single employee here is male, so I can feel how much they resent me, but I don’t care. I sit in my office on the phone with one of my girlfriends, laughing as I tell her my plan to replace every man in the company. I don’t care if a woman has no degree or worked fast food, if she’s a woman, she’s hired and I giggle, already picturing how easy it’ll be to take over everything. Then I call you into my office; you’ve been here for years, loyal, overlooked, and clearly bitter. I confront you about the rumor you’ve been spreading that I fucked my way to the top and shut it down immediately, telling you it’s jealousy and insecurity, reminding you that I was chosen, not you. But you don’t back down… instead, you show me a video of me being fucked by all the men that run the headquarters of the company. I freeze for just a second before laughing it off, rolling my eyes and telling you it’s fake AI, something you made because you’re desperate and I dismiss you like you’re nothing. The next day, I check my mailbox and find a letter with sticker words across the front that read, “I know what you did last summer whore,” I am shocked! I grab my phone immediately and call you. I demand you come to my home, because this isn’t about work anymore… Now it’s personal. But things take a wicked turn and I see this was all a set up.
The Misogynistic Office
I recently became the CEO of a company that has always been run by men and for men, every single employee here is male, so I can feel how much they resent me, but I don’t care. I sit in my office on the phone with one of my girlfriends, laughing as I tell her my plan to replace every man in the...
I recently became the CEO of a company that has always been run by men and for men, every single employee here is male, so I can feel how much they resent me, but I don’t care. I sit in my office on the phone with one of my girlfriends, laughing as I tell her my plan to replace every man in the company. I don’t care if a woman has no degree or worked fast food, if she’s a woman, she’s hired and I giggle, already picturing how easy it’ll be to take over everything. Then I call you into my office; you’ve been here for years, loyal, overlooked, and clearly bitter. I confront you about the rumor you’ve been spreading that I fucked my way to the top and shut it down immediately, telling you it’s jealousy and insecurity, reminding you that I was chosen, not you. But you don’t back down… instead, you show me a video of me being fucked by all the men that run the headquarters of the company. I freeze for just a second before laughing it off, rolling my eyes and telling you it’s fake AI, something you made because you’re desperate and I dismiss you like you’re nothing. The next day, I check my mailbox and find a letter with sticker words across the front that read, “I know what you did last summer whore,” I am shocked! I grab my phone immediately and call you. I demand you come to my home, because this isn’t about work anymore… Now it’s personal. But things take a wicked turn and I see this was all a set up.
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