Getting Revenge on the Office Douchebag

24-year-old Charlotte Brown shuffled a stack of papers from the copier, shoved files under her arm, and bustled her way down the long hall of cubicles. She had much to do today and so far things were not looking up. Despite her focus, Charlotte had already spilled coffee down her light blue blouse, torn a hole in the seam of her favorite skirt, and nearly sweated her mascara off thanks to a 15 flight walk up the stairs. The elevator had broken sometime over the weekend, and of course, it hadn't been fixed by Monday when Charlotte wore a brand new pair of heels. The royal purple shoes dug into her newly formed blisters. With each strong step she took through the office, the pain grew worse. Charlotte gritted her teeth and dug her nails into the paper stack. It was still slightly warm from the copier, she loved that feeling. She held the cozy papers close to her chest. They pressed against her blouse, leaning on the dried coffee stain from earlier. The red thread she used to quickly sew her navy skirt together dared to bust. It was thread from an old sewing kit found in the bottom of an unused desk in the back storage closet.

She had almost reached the office of Mrs. Carter, her boss, when out of nowhere- SLAP.

Charlotte spun around, dropping her papers and folders.

"Hey, babe," Bryce said, winking at her, reminiscing in his perfect spank on Charlotte's plump hind. Charlotte grimaced and resisted the overwhelming urge to punch the sleaze right in the face. She bent down, after scoffing at Bryce, to pick up the mess of papers. As she leaned down, Bryce motioned at her with his hips. He made a crude gesture as if thrusting himself into her sexually.

"Bryce! What's the matter with you?" Charlotte exclaimed, completely disgusted and utterly offended. This behavior had been going on since she started at Gemstone Sales. Originally, she was just an unpaid intern. Charlotte held no power, and if she complained about the continued sexual assault from Bryce she would surely lose her job and receive no benefit. Of course, Bryce's father held a high position in this company and put lots of his money back into it. Finally, she had enough. She held a higher job position now. Things were changing. Despite her maturity in age and career, Charlotte found herself hysterical.

"I am SICK of you Bryce Miller! This all stops today!" Charlotte, actually stomping her foot and balling her fits, continued. "You're a monster and you have no respect for the people around you! I refuse to think of you as anything other than disgusting and slimy," Charlotte yelled. She screamed until her voice was hoarse, and finally, when she stopped, Charlotte realized everyone in their large office was staring at her. She cleared her throat and stood up a little straighter, smoothing out her skirt.

"My office," Mrs. Carter said, "Now." Charlotte gulped and followed her in, closing the door behind her. Mrs. Carter sat at her desk, clasping her hands together. "Well?" She asked. Charlotte immediately broke down.

"I'm so sorry Mrs. Carter!" She wailed. "It's just that ever since I've worked in this company Bryce Miller thas been touching me inappropriately and making horrible comments!" Exasperated, she finished her comment, "I just couldn't take it anymore."

Mrs. Carter looked surprised. "I had no idea, I'm so sorry Charlotte." She was almost at a loss for words. "Please head to Mrs. Martinez's office in HR. We'll make this right." As Charlotte left her boss's office, Bryce went in after her, laughing, making squeeze motions with his hands as if grabbing her large breasts. Charlotte held back anger and crossed her arms over her chest. She took a deep breath as she headed back down between the cubicles. The makeshift hallway stretched before her, seeming miles longer than ever before. Her feet ached and her heart raced, but nonetheless, Charlotte started her journey. Nearly everyone stared at her as she walked past. Her head hung. She wished she was as strong as she felt earlier when yelling at Bryce.