The moment you agreed to switch roles with Olivia, it felt like you had made a deal with the devil. Scarlett’s judgment had sealed your fate, but Olivia's smug grin told you all you needed to know—this wasn't just a lesson. It was an opportunity for her to completely break you. And she was going to enjoy every second of it.
The day started innocuously enough. Olivia strolled over to your desk, her short skirt swishing as she sat on the edge with a casual arrogance. She crossed her legs, letting one foot dangle, her black flats tapping against your desk like a ticking clock. It was a taunting rhythm, a reminder that you were no longer in control. Her brown eyes glittered with amusement as she glanced at your computer.
"Hey, I need you to run and get me a cappuccino," she said, barely looking at you. "Actually, make it a soy cappuccino. Don’t screw it up, alright?"
You stared at her for a second, wondering if she was serious. She knew you hated doing menial tasks. You had spent the past few months in this office working your way up, and now she was treating you like a glorified errand boy.
“I’m not—” you began, but she cut you off.
“Not what? My assistant? Oh wait—you are. Remember Scarlett’s little order?” Olivia’s smirk widened as she leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Unless you want me to call her in here, I suggest you get moving.”
Your stomach churned. She had you cornered, and both of you knew it. With a silent glare, you stood up and grabbed your coat, feeling Olivia’s eyes on your back as you headed toward the door.
The coffee run was just the beginning.
When you returned, Olivia was leaning against your desk, chatting casually with Jess and Amber. Both women glanced up as you approached, their eyes flicking from the coffee in your hands to the strained look on your face. Jess chuckled under her breath, nudging Amber, who grinned in amusement. They were enjoying the show.
Olivia didn’t even bother to look up from her conversation as you handed her the coffee. She took a slow sip, her nose wrinkling immediately.
“Oh my god, this is wrong,” she said, holding the cup out to you as if it were contaminated. “I said soy, not almond milk. Are you actually that stupid?”
The heat in your face intensified as Jess snickered. "Wow, rookie mistake. Guess he’s not as sharp as he thinks."
Amber laughed, and you felt the floor beneath you shift, your pride crumbling as their words dug in. You glanced at Olivia, whose eyes were gleaming with satisfaction, knowing she had you completely at her mercy.
"Well?" Olivia said, waving the cup in your face. "Go get it right this time. I don’t have all day."
Swallowing your humiliation, you took the cup and turned to leave, feeling the weight of their laughter pressing down on you as you walked away.
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By the time you returned with the correct coffee, Olivia had ramped up her power trip. You found her sitting in your chair—*her* chair now—casually filing her nails while Stacy stood awkwardly beside her, clearly uncomfortable.
Olivia didn’t even bother to acknowledge your presence as you placed the coffee on the desk. Instead, she turned to Stacy with a wicked grin. "Don’t you think it’s funny how people get what’s coming to them, Stacy?"
Stacy, flustered and clearly unsure of what to say, just nodded slightly. "Uh, yeah, I guess…"
Olivia’s eyes flicked to you, her grin widening. "Well, speaking of people getting what’s coming to them," she said, her voice dripping with false sweetness, "I have a few more errands for my new little assistant."
You stood there, bracing yourself for whatever indignity was coming next.
"First," Olivia said, sitting up straighter, "you can clean up this mess." She gestured to your desk, which she had apparently trashed while you were gone. Papers were scattered everywhere, pens strewn across the floor, and a coffee stain marred the corner of a report you had spent hours working on.
"Seriously?" you muttered, glaring at her.
"Did I stutter?" Olivia shot back, her tone cutting like a blade. "Get to it. Now."
Gritting your teeth, you dropped to your knees, starting to gather the scattered papers while the women looked on. Stacy looked away, clearly uncomfortable with what was happening, but Olivia’s gaze was fixed on you, watching every movement like a predator stalking its prey.
Jess and Amber reappeared as you were on the floor, chatting loudly with Olivia as if nothing was out of the ordinary. You felt Jess’s eyes on you as you picked up a pen near her feet.
"Wow, I think this might be the most useful I’ve ever seen you," Jess said with a chuckle. “Looks like Olivia’s running the show now.”
Amber smirked, leaning casually against the wall. "Yeah, it’s about time someone put him in his place."
Olivia laughed, swirling her coffee lazily. "Oh, don’t worry. I’ve got a full day planned. He’s gonna learn real fast what it means to respect his betters."
You could feel their eyes burning into you as you worked, every second of it fueling your anger and humiliation. But there was nothing you could do. You were trapped, forced to endure this twisted power game with no escape in sight.
When you finally stood up, Olivia clapped her hands mockingly. "Good job, you’re a fast learner." She paused, eyeing you thoughtfully. "But I think you’re missing something. My shoes, for example—they’re looking a bit dull."
Your stomach dropped. There was no way she was asking what you thought she was.
Sure enough, Olivia extended one of her legs toward you, her black flats shining slightly under the office lights. "Come on, be a good little assistant and give them a quick polish, will you?"
You stared at her in disbelief. "You can’t be serious."
Her eyes narrowed, her smile vanishing. "Do I look like I’m joking?"
You glanced around, hoping maybe someone—*anyone*—would intervene. But Jess and Amber were clearly enjoying the show, and Stacy had slipped away at some point, unwilling to witness your further humiliation.
With your heart pounding in your chest, you knelt down in front of Olivia, your hands trembling slightly as you reached for her shoes. Her smug grin returned as she watched you hesitate, savoring the moment of your submission.
“Maybe next time you’ll think twice before acting like you’re in charge,” Olivia whispered, her voice full of satisfaction.
As your fingers touched the leather of her flats, a wave of humiliation washed over you. Jess and Amber’s laughter echoed in your ears, and you could feel your entire world shrinking down to this moment—this degrading, powerless moment.
Olivia leaned back in the chair, crossing her arms behind her head, watching you with lazy satisfaction as you polished her shoes.
And as the minutes dragged on, you realized just how far you’d fallen. You had come into this office believing you could climb the ladder, that you could assert your control over others.
Now, you were nothing more than Olivia’s personal plaything. A tool for her amusement.
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