Diane parked her Mercedes in her parking space (it had a sign placed near it, stating her name - Diane Smith, CEO), then grabbed her briefcase and headed into the corporate building, making sure to straighten her tie. Although people have claimed that she's a misandristic person, that she loathed men, it was quite the opposite. She was very appreciative of men, or rather their bodies. It was why she had made it a point to hire as many men (all attractive ones, of course) to work for the company. Like the receptionist, for example. He was a new hire, in his early 20's. His name was Jake, and today he was dressed in a sexy little dress that clung to his fit body so perfectly. Diane couldn't help but leer at the eye-candy receptionist, as she passed by him.
"Good morning, Ms. Smith," he chirped happily, swiveling in his chair towards her direction, while keeping his bare legs crossed.
Diane gave him one more appreciative glance, then boarded the elevator. Five floors up, the elevator stopped, the doors opened, and in walked two sharply-dressed women with short slicked-back hair - Mary Steward and Cheryl White, both bosses on their own floors. They were discussing the football game that happened last night, with Mary fuming about how she lost a bet. But that's what she got for gambling on sports. Diane didn't follow sports too much. She had other interests. Like yachting, especially when accompanied by many beautiful men in bikinis.
Finally, she arrived to the top floor, after stopping a few more times to let people in or out. As the doors opened, she spotted her secretary George sitting at his desk, busy doing paperwork. He was older than Jake the receptionist, but still stunningly hot, especially with the dresses he normally wore. She wondered if George did that for her benefit. Or did he just normally dress that way? They never saw each other outside of work hours, so she didn't know. She smirked, thinking that maybe it was time to change that. Was it really so wrong to have a relationship, even a casual one, with your own secretary?
"Oh, uh, good morning, ma'am," George said.
"Get me some coffee, George," she ordered, then smirked. "And meet me in my office. There are some ... things we need to discuss." She then closed the door behind her, making George uncomfortable. He didn't like working for Ms. Smith. She was clearly sexist, and a pervert, constantly leering at him. But what could he do? He needed this job. Sighing, he stood up on his 3-inch heels, then went to get his boss' coffee. Maybe he was worrying too much. Maybe he was finally going to get that raise he had been hoping for. Then he sighed. Who was he kidding? He knew his boss. And the way she said "things we need to discuss" ... he had a bad feeling that she was going to put him into an uncomfortable situation that he wouldn't be able to get out of. Why oh why did he have to have her for a boss?
Little did he know, or anyone else for that matter, his life was not always like this. In fact, before that morning, he was the CEO of this company and Diane was his secretary. Mary and Cheryl (from the elevator) were also normally secretaries. But after what Emily did, all of the bosses and their secretaries had swapped positions. And now, they all thought it was normally supposed to be this way. After all, traditionally it was men who were secretaries and women who were bosses. Though in more recent times, men have started to break the glass ceiling. But female secretaries? No way. That was just too strange.