Warning: BDSM
Jennie g!p
Lisa
Neither me nor my husband had really wanted me to take the job - we'd both always held very traditional ideals, and it had been my dream from a very young age to be a stay at home wife, tending to the house and a full, loving family - but the kids never arrived and now Jaehyun had been out of work for over almost a year and the savings were dried up. The tech firm he'd worked for had come under fire after racial statements by the management team had surfaced.
They were subsequently bought out and the new owners did some sort of restructuring, laying off part of the workforce involved with certain projects and replacing them with employees that would improve the company's new progressive image. The problem being that most people didn't really understand what had happened and had just... lumped Jaehyun in with all those things he'd had no connection with. Which means no one would hire him.
Which meant I had to find work.
At the time it felt like pure luck that I came to work under Pranpriya, though looking back I can't really be sure she hadn't been nosing around after her own purposes from the start. I'd been selling off some of my old things, raising some cash to help until Jaehyun found work, and Pranpriya stopped by to look at some of my nicer dresses - a pointless luxury when we couldn't afford fancy dinners out. I'd worked hard to keep in shape and, even after 10 years of marriage and with Pranpriya being a bit younger than me, it pleased me to know that we were both the same size. She'd asked why I was selling them, and I... well, something about her just made me feel so at ease that I ended up telling her more than I'd really intended to, about Jaehyun getting laid off, how money had gotten so tight, even how Jaehyun spent most of the day cooped up in his room playing zoning out in front of one screen or another.
Pranpriya had been immediately sympathetic, then seemed to light up, like some grand idea had just drifted down into her thoughts. She told me that she actually had been in need of extra hands at her business, someone to do some of the extra paperwork that had been piling up. She offered to take me on, first on a temporary basis, just to clear out the files, but possibly on a permanent basis if things went well after that.
God, I was so thankful. I mean, sure I was uncertain, and anxious, I hadn't had a real job since getting married, but I was so overjoyed that I could have kneeled down and kissed her feet right there.
I guess the peculiarities started on my first day, when Pranpriya brought me in and introduced me to Jennie. She informed me that, while she definitively owned and operated the business, Jennie was the office manager and the one who'd be keeping track of the work being done. She explained that she sometimes struggled with the day to day of running a business and depended on Jennie to keep her in line and manage priorities. She joked that, if someone didn't know any better, they'd think Jennie was the boss around here. She wasn't wrong - Jennie's main job seemed to be assigning Pranpriya tasks, evaluating her work and otherwise idly poking at her laptop as She didn't even look like an office worker, more like a demanding but gorgeous model. Pranpriya's neat and trim appearance of button up blouses, pencil skirts, pumps and hose.
Occasionally though, like a sudden storm, She'd get some call or memo that would light a fire under Her, swearing and pacing around the small office, typing frantic messages into her computer, banging on her desk and making long strings of phone calls, barking orders, sending long strings of files to Pranpriya, and then suddenly stopping as quickly as She'd started, going back to doing large swaths of seemingly nothing, heels up once more. I never once felt threatened or afraid when it happened - Jennie had, since our introduction always been incredibly respectful towards me - yet it always put me on edge. I could feel myself straightening up and clamping my knees tight together, like when I was a young girl and had just been told to sit proper and ladylike by my parents.
