I pop into work after hours to pick up my purse, which I’ve left there. You’re still at your desk, working hard, so I stop for a chat. I laugh at how awkward you are around me, before telling you that I know all about your little crush on me. And why wouldn’t you have a crush on me? Look at my gorgeous cleavage - just imagine what it would be like to touch it! Ha! As if. Why would a girl like me ever go for a beta bitch like you? It’s just like in high school - the only reason girls like me have to notice boys like you is when we’re mocking you, or using you to make our lives easier, and the workplace is no different. So I’ve got a STACK of work to do but I have a busy weekend. You don’t mind doing it for me, do you? You’d better not, because if you refuse, I’ll tell our boss you’ve been sexually harassing me, and who is everyone going to believe