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Subject: Title story: "The Boss - Part 1" Author: Dr. Phil 121249330
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The Boss - Part 1
Maryanne Whitaker strode confidently into the main office. She looked around at
the staff assembled there and smiled inwardly. She could sense that they all
feared her, and with good reason. She was the boss...
She had started this company over eight years ago and had built it into a multi-
million dollar import/export business. She had hired every person in the room,
paid them very well, and didn't have the slightest hesitation to fire any one of
them, and she made sure they knew it.
Her presence alone was enough to inspire awe and fear. She stood 5'9" tall, but
with her heels on she was just over 6 feet. She was 45 years old and dressed in
slacks, blouse, and a double-breasted jacket. In addition she wore a scarf
around her neck, expensive jewelry on her fingers and a diamond brooch on her
lapel. Her hair was black and pulled into a small bun at the back of her head...
Maryanne had not always been the boss. Ten years ago she was married and worked
as her husband's secretary. Their marriage had slowly gone sour and they
eventually divorced. After dividing up the community property and paying legal
fees, she walked away with about $35,000 and her clothes. Her ex-husband told
her that she'd better spend it slowly because she'd be living in a shelter or
selling her ass on the streets when that was gone.
Maryanne was determined to show him that she could make it on her own. She'd
show ALL of them, dammit! And she did. She risked the entire $35,000 to start up
her own import/export business. That's what her husband's business had been and
she had learned enough to know how to make it work.
She set a goal of making her first million before she was 40. She beat that by
one year. At 45, she was worth over three million dollars and had a thriving
business with a dozen employees. Her husband was the most surprised at her
accomplishments, and also bitter. He had fallen on hard times about five years
ago and his business went under. He was now working for someone else and living
in an apartment with his girlfriend, who was a cocktail waitress.
Maryanne's eyes fell sharply on Michele's lithe young form. She despised that
cunt for her youth and good looks and only kept her around because she enjoyed
bossing her around.
"Michele. I'd like to see you in my office."
Michele sighed and shook her head very slightly, but immediately got up and
followed the older woman into her office. When she arrived Maryanne was already
seated behind her large polished desk.
"Please shut the door and sit down."
Michele complied and looked across the desk to meet her boss's eyes. Maryanne
seemed almost amused as she began to speak:
"Michele, I thought that after our last little talk you'd show an
improvement here at work. I can see that our conversation has had very
little effect on you."
"What! I don't know what you mean. I've been working hard every day. I'm on time
every day and I do my job well."
"That's just the point! You do your job. That's all it is to you. I pay you damn
good money and I want to see HUSTLE, not just doing your job."
"Come off it, Maryanne. Everyone else out there is scared shitless of you, but
not me. I make that office run efficiently. You know that. Without me you'd be
working a 16 hour day."
Maryanne looked shocked at the younger woman's impertinence.
"Don't you dare spout off like that to me! I can replace you in a day, and
at half the salary. I should fire you for your insubordination. Another word
and I will!"
Michele bit her lip but continued to meet the older woman's stare. Neither would
blink. Finally Michele looked down and sighed. Maryanne had won again.
"That's better" she smiled smugly. "I have a special little job for you,
Michele. Think of it as your last chance to prove yourself to me because, I
swear, the next time you get me mad you're history!"
Michele fidgeted a bit and continued looking at her hands in her lap ...
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