Author's Note: This is my first attempt. Let me know what you think and whether there should be another chapter. Don't read this if you are underage, if it is illegal in your area, or if it is offensive to you. All characters are fictitious. All events are fictional. Any similarities in this story to real events or people are unintentional.
"That's it," fumed Tom as he stormed into the lunchroom. "I'm not working for that bitch any more. As soon as she comes back from lunch, I'm going in there to give her a piece of my mind and quit this lousy job."
Suzanne Stevens might own this pharmaceutical company, but being rich and successful didn't give her the right to treat him like a piece of trash. He had a degree in business, but she acted as if he was some sort of office boy, relegating him to mindless busy work and always looking down her nose at him.
He had to admit she was a good-looking woman with facial features that would make a model proud and long chestnut hair tucked up in a tight professional bun. And even underneath those conservative business suits, he could tell she had hot body.
At 33, she was about the same age at Tom.
The former Homecoming queen had brains to go with her beauty. During college, she had stumbled upon the solution to a problem that had been plaguing the medical community for years and quickly translated her formula into a small fortune, which she used to start her own company.
More successes followed and the company quickly grew. She poured all of her energies into the company, never wasting time on a family or even boyfriends.
Tom had started working for her a few months ago. His situation quickly soured. Suzanne had managed to hide her bitchy side during the interview process. Once he started working there it became clear how much she enjoyed stepping on men.
Well, he wasn't going to take it any more.
Tom grabbed a sandwich and was figuring out exactly how he was going to tell her off when he saw his friend Jodi from research waving him over to her table.
Jodi was the only thing about this company that he was going to miss.
She was just a few years out of college, working for the company as a junior researcher. Jodi wasn't a great beauty, but was a cute girl with a great personality. They had hit it off at once and had become close friends.
As soon as Tom reached her table, Jodi could tell something was wrong. She asked what the problem was and Tom poured out his story.
"Is it really that bad?" she asked.
"Worse," he said. "She even makes me get her coffee. That's the worst thing of all."
Jodi suddenly looked interested.
"Do you get her coffee every day?" she asked.
"Yes, and she seems to enjoy every minute of humiliating me in front of the entire office," Tom said.
"You know," Jodi said. "I may have something to help you."
"What do you mean?" Tom said.
"Well," she answered. "I've been working on a new drug as part of a top-secret military project. I haven't even told my bosses about it because I'm afraid it won't work. It's supposed to re-align brain waves so that the person who takes it is unable resist the commands of the first person they come into contact with."
Tom was skeptical.
"That sounds like science fiction," he said.
"But it works, I think," she said. "I'm afraid to test it because if it doesn't work, my bosses will think I'm a complete idiot. Maybe you could slip it into Suzanne's coffee.
"Since you're going to quit anyway, it won't matter if it doesn't work. But, if it does work, maybe you could get her to treat you better."
Tom was intrigued.
"What do I have to lose?" he said.
Jodi arranged to slip a vial of the drug to Tom before he left work. He would try it out the next day.
CHAPTER TWO
Tom was so nervous when he arrived at work the next day, it was all he could do to act normal.
Suzanne strutted in about 15 minutes later and, as usual, made a big show of stopping in front of his desk to say, "Tom, hon, go fetch my coffee – and make it quick."
Tom stomped off to get the coffee and quickly added Jodi's drug to the brew.
He took it to Suzanne's office and set it on the desk.
"Suzanne," he said. "I have those reports ready for you. When should I bring them in?"
"I have an important call to make right now," she said. "Come back in half an hour."
It was the slowest half-hour of Tom's life. He watched the clock and the door to make sure no one got to Suzanne before he did.
When 30 minutes had passed, he grabbed some papers and walked to her door. He knocked and she told him to come in.
Tom quickly scanned the room and was pleased to see that the coffee cup was empty.
"Just give me the report and get out," Suzanne snapped. "I have a lot to do."
Tom was struggling for something simple that wouldn't get him into too much trouble to test out the drug when Suzanne picked up her phone.
"Put the phone down, Suzanne," he said quietly, but firmly.
"Who do you think you are!" she said, but quickly laid the receiver down.
Suzanne stared at her hand in utter disbelief. She couldn't believe that she had actually done what he had ordered.
Tom smiled.
"Wipe that silly grin off your face and get out of my office before I call security and have you removed," she spat.
