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You really thought you were about to get that promotion, didn’t you? After all your hard work, all those late nights—you were so sure this was your moment. But then your boss, Maleka, calls you in… and lets you down hard. Sorry, babe—someone else got the job. And that’s when I walk in, strutting in my heels, smirking like I already own the place. Guess who’s the new boss around here? Me. You should’ve heard the way we laughed about you in the breakroom. The rumors have been going around for weeks about your little foot fetish—and now? We get to use that against you. Maleka and I team up, getting bratty, teasing you, rubbing it in your face that you’ll never be anything more than our office foot bitch. While I show off my soft soles and Maleka dangles her heels, we humiliate you, taunt you, and make you do exactly what you were always meant for: worshipping our feet while we run the office. Pathetic, isn’t it? But deep down… you love every second of it.