They were gone, their desks cleared by 9:30.I had seen her post late that Sunday night, and I can’t
They were gone, their desks cleared by 9:30.I had seen her post late that Sunday night, and I can’t describe the feeling that struck me, seeing her flexing, aggressively posing, pumped up after a workout. Jesus she was huge!! It nearly made my heart stop, and an electric, erotic chill gripped me. Her arms, far bigger than my own. Her shoulders, broad and strong. What the…? This was Melissa?!?And her eyes. I knew, I knew the look, that glare that she had for the camera was for them, the “haters”. It was fierce, it was a challenge, it was a demonstration of dominance to those trying to derail her train to #success. I knew it wasn’t for me. But I couldn’t help but internalize it, imagine the comparisons - arm for arm, shoulder for shoulder. Especially now, now that I’d been losing weight, I would be dwarfed. I couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like if that look was for me.She was so big. She could crush me. My heart pounded as I came into the office Monday morning. I had felt things spinning out of control, this conflict between the staff, before I even got into my car at home, and now I was stepping into absolutely uncertain territory. Jesus Christ what was happening?? Tense and nervous, no one spoke a word to me until Melissa casually asked me to be present, had asked me to sit in, as she met with Charlotte and Carol. With a cool head and calm voice, she explained their situation to them, describing insubordination and poor job performance. And then, without even allowing them a response or asking for my input, Melissa fired two long-time employees of mine.It was so fucking hot.thanks to @carouselbegins for the massively awesome image -- source link