I was pissed—proper fuming—at Matsuno, that high-and-mighty exec transferred from HQ. Sure, sales skyrocketed since her arrival, but come to think of it, every damn metric was built on my backbreaking grind. “You reckon I’d quit without settling this score?” So when our three-day regional trip rolled ‘round, I played chauffeur… then snatched her right proper.
That being said—her “boardroom dominance” got downgraded real quick. Ropes bit into her wrists like corporate red tape, and them ISO-certified moans? Music to my ears. “Teamwork makes the dream work,” I growled, shoving her face into the boot.
By day three, her “performance review” was just begging for more—no worries, mate.