Jessica's Change Management Ch. 16

Woah! The sleazeball was really demure about my performance during the early shift, especially in comparison to Shelly's enthusiasm. Obviously, Justin totally banked on stultifying me and making me appear ridiculous to score points with daddy. What a dirty trick! What a turn-on!

"Sir, get a load of this!" The secretary quickly piped up, still giddy to the max. "I used the late shift to find something the dummy excels in. I know, hard to believe, but she's really good at mopping the floor."

Okay! Now, the humiliating intent registered for sure. So devaluing! So derogatory! It really cheapened my efforts, didn't it?

"I have to say, you both showed good approaches and nice variety." Ortega finally summarized the day. "Still, not enough to compensate for that petty bickering. I don't have time for this, I'm afraid."

"On the one hand, the certificate was an excellent sequel to the ass-essment center." He praised Justin's creativity.

"On the other hand, the restroom treatment was an outstanding interpretation of the office rules." He lauded Shelly's idea.

"It's a difficult decision, I have to say." Our boss weighed his options. "The manner, in which Miss Trophy pushed Miss Bimbo's limits, however, I have to rate higher. It's decided then. I appoint Miss Trophy the official bimbo supervisor."

Justin's head turned red in anger. He so wasn't on board with this decision. By contrast, Shelly raised her arms in the air and cheered. Oh wow! The trophy chick was really savoring the moment! As opposed to this, I didn't feel like cheering. I had so hoped for the intern to win. He was a brutal, devious bastard. I know, I know. Still, I totally loathed being bossed around by a girl. I would rather take Justin's torturous punishment than Shelly's mocking scorn. Grrr!

Ortega neither had time nor leisure to care about his subordinates' reactions. Instead, he had already stepped back behind his desk to focus on his work. For him, we were nothing more than jesters at his court. We weren't supposed to bother him unless he had time to spare for us. When he noticed that his three jesters were still in his office, he flashed another look of annoyance.

"Your internship is about to end soon anyway, I'm afraid, Justin." He gave a short and crisp explanation for his decision. "I'm in charge of this company and have to be mindful of its sustained success."

"Miss Bimbo may give you a suitable parting present. You can see that as an order of merit for your services indeed." He terminated his stooges' contest for good.

Um... Parting present? It was totally obvious that me and my body would be that farewell gift, wasn't it? Was that a good or a bad thingie, though? Dunno! Actually, it didn't really matter right now, 'cause it was still at least a day down the road. I neither could nor wanted to think that far ahead.

Whatever! That prospect was enough to calm the intern down for the moment. Even though the look of anger and rage didn't leave his face, he stomped outta the office. He would totally make me pay for his loss, wouldn't he? Gulp!

"Those prettified leggings are all well and good indeed." The smug Latino eventually addressed his bimbo supervisor when Justin was gone. "However, I need the ditzy doll all prim and proper for tonight, I'm afraid."

"You should know, I'm meeting a business partner in that newly opened rooftop bar downtown." He explained. "Both of you are going to escort me there. It's important to make a good impression, I have to say."

"Hence, Miss Bimbo needs to change that outfit, and pronto." He concluded.

Um... wait. I was allowed to go to the current it-club in town? I was allowed to change my outfit for that occasion? Awesome, right? No way, I had expected that from daddy. I really liked it, though, 'cause getting outta these soggy leggings was my main concern right now.

Shelly, by contrast, looked totally baffled by this news, so much that her mouth gaped open in surprise. She so didn't like these instructions. She so didn't like her bimbo-in-care getting rid of the piss-soaked leggings.

Several times, it seemed like she was about to argue and object, her mouth opening and closing. In the end, however, she remained silent. All too well, she knew not to be contrary to the smug exec.

"You may go to the mall and get a new pair of pants indeed. You have 30 minutes to return, Miss Bimo." Ortega didn't care much for Shelly's reluctance. "I like the leggings style so keep it. Understood?"

"Don't forget the rules, dummy boob." He reminded me. "I expect a selfie from the mall indeed. Most importantly, I have to say, don't be late again. You already accumulated strike 1 and 2 with yesterday's dawdling, I'm afraid."

Umph! Those pesky rules again. I had a feeling they wouldn't leave me alone any time soon. Whatever! The fact that I was allowed to go shopping? Coolio! The fact that I was allowed to get rid of my soggy pants? Bitching! The fact that it was totally against Shelly's wishes? Awesome!

I didn't grant Blondie, I mean my official bimbo supervisor, another look. Duh! Instead, I headed straight outta the door. Daddy had given me an order and that topped anything Shelly could say. Making my way down the stairs and outta the backdoor, I got lucky. No consultant to run in.

Standing at my car, I fiddled with the car keys to open the driver's door of my sports car 'cause porn claws.

"Aaaiiieee!" I suddenly shrieked in surprise.

"Hola puta! Wassup!" A male voice had caught me totally off guard.

Some dude had stepped behind me and spoking in my ear. I recognized the voice instantly. It was Checo, the ex-con. Oh darn! I hadn't expected to meet the LGZ gangbanger here.

What did he want from me? What was he doing at my workplace? This wouldn't end well, would it? This would totally derail my day, wouldn't it? After all, I still had to head to the mall and go to the rooftop bar with Shelly and daddy. I couldn't run late this time. So I didn't need the distraction from the LGZ gang.

Yet, I already felt Checo's vice grip on my arm turning me around...

*to be continued*