Tami's manager was driving her crazy. She was just a part-time worker, trying to make some cash before she started college, and her manager, Darrell, was bugging her all day long. She was training to be a secretary, putting papers into files and files into cabinets. As easy as that sounds, Tami's company had a whole load of papers to file, and even more files to put them in. It was a crazy job. To top it all off, Darrell yelled at her every single day, saying how the files weren't put in neatly, or the corners were folded, or some nonsense crap.
One afternoon, Darrell called Tami to his office. Tami complained; it was closing time and she needed to go home. She had schoolwork to do. But Darrell insisted. He would fire her if she didn't come.
In the elevator to Darrell's office, Tami grumbled. Darrell was just a manager, not the boss. He couldn't fire her. Tami thought many times about quitting, but she really wanted a full-time job at this company. It was always her dream to become a secretary. Tami gritted her teeth and told herself that it would be over soon. She let out a breath and took a look in the elevator mirror. She fixed her shoulder-length brown hair, running her fingers through her blue and green highlights. It wasn't allowed in office, technically, but the boss didn't care. It was Darrell who kept pestering her about it. Tami shook her head and told herself not to think about Darrell. She patted down her shirt, making sure the buttons were secure over her large breasts. She was pretty proud of her body; tall, slender, 32C breasts...
The elevator stopped at the fifth floor and opened to a long corridor. Darrell's office was all the way at the end of the hall. Tami took her time walking down the hall. When she reached the door, she didn't bother to knock. She pushed open the door and stood there, hand on her hip, a frown on her face.
'Well? I'm here. What now?" she said in a monotone. Darrell sat at his desk, an amused smile on his face. Darrell was young, probably just a few years older than her. Which made Tami even madder, because it wasn't his age that made Darrell so bossy, it was his personality.
"Tami, why are you so mean to me?" he asked in mock sadness. This made Tami glare at him even more, to which he responded with laughter. His laughter stopped abruptly, and he stared at Tami with his serious gray eyes. "I've had enough of your attitude. Your hair, the way you dress--"
"What do you mean the way I dress?! My uniform is the same as everybody's!" Tami snapped, her brown eyes narrowed.
"Your constant interruptions and back-talks..." Darrell continued. "See, it's not gonna work." He got up and walked over to Tami. He was about four inches taller than her, and he stared her down. He leaned closer, leaning his elbow on the door frame while this other hand moved to close and lock the door. Tami looked nervous as she was back up against the wall.
"Wh-what are you doing, Darrell?" she stammered, her anger slowly resurfacing.
"I'm gonna fire your sweet little ass if you don't do something about it," he whispered.
"Well then, maybe you don't have to. Maybe I'll just quit," Tami shouted, balling her hands into fists. Darrell only laughed.
"Then who will hire you back, Tami? A drug dealer? Your history is all down on the paper, Tami. Everything you did in middle school, high school...Didn't you already go to at least ten companies for interviews? And who accepted you, huh?" Darrell challenged in a soft voice. He raised his brows, awaiting Tami's answer.
Tami couldn't answer, but it was true. She had a rough childhood, and did a lot of things she wasn't proud of. "But I changed," she replied, glaring at her manager. Darrell only shrugged.
"I'll make sure no one knows that then. I'll put in your file that you are loud, rude, disobedient...who would want to hire you then?"
"You sick man..." Tami growled. Darrell chuckled.
"But Tami, all I ask for you is a small favor. Then I won't bother you anymore, and maybe, I'll even give you a raise?"
Tami frowned. This could be a trap. But she knew it would be hard for her to find another job that will definitely give her a secretary job once she graduates. She had no choice, and Darrell knew it. She lifted her chin and stared him in the eye. "F-fine. What do you want me to do?"
