Corporate Punishment

The Storm Brews

He had a little new email, so he started reading over the information on what he hoped was going to be his next project.

About mid-morning, he saw Sally walking towards his desk. He overtly picked up his cell phone and unlocked it. He started the voice recorder and left it on that screen. When she got to his desk, he put the phone back down.

"I hope you are enjoying the calm before the storm, Sam. I have been talking to Macy and HR all morning. You are so screwed. You should have been more of a team player Thursday night."

"Thursday night?"

"Yes, I know you remember me and the hot tub. You probably went back to your room and stroked your little dick as you pictured me in that sexy swimsuit."

"Oh, you mean when you propositioned me with sex and I turned you down?"

Sally looked around to see if anyone was paying attention. "I said nothing about sex, but you are too stupid to realize that it was an option and your best option to become anything at this company. I have you by the balls, Sam. If you had any, that is."

Sam just looked from her to his phone and back again.

Sally looked at the phone, but the screen had gone black.

"Maybe I should have taken you up on your offer of mentorship, if that is what you call it, but deeds are done."

Sally smirks and walks away.

Sam spends the rest of the day on pins and needles, waiting to be called into his boss' office or HR.

Exhausted from the long day of waiting for the hammer to drop, Sam slumps out of the office, barely noticing Tiffany. Unable to concentrate at the gym, he spends some time on the treadmill before heading home to eat and sleep.