Andrew Worthington had always coasted through life, riding on the coattails of his family’s wealth and influence. Heir to the Worthington fortune, he grew up a brat and turned into a sexist, misogynistic pig, landing a plumb role in upper management without having to lift a finger. He was overly hands-on with the secretary pool, abusing his position to let it be known that if they ever reported him to HR, their lives would be made a living hell.
That was, until Laura, his immediate secretary, discovered that Andrew had been a very naughty boy, treating the company credit card as his own personal bank balance, costing the company tens of thousands in a way that Daddy couldn’t cover-up. Armed with the evidence, and a mountain of complaints against Andrew’s behaviour, and with the threats of exposing his misdeeds to the board of directors, Laura proposed sweeping it all under the carpet if dear Andrew was to receive a suitable punishment.
Laura delighted in Andrew’s rage when she told him that he had been demoted down to the secretary pool until such times as HR deemed his attitude to have been adjusted. A long overdue lesson was about to be had in how treating women like objects would feel for the wealthy brat, for he was to be made the lowest of the low, beneath all the girls who helped support the company in everything it did.
He would be made to wear the skimpiest outfits, loaned out to anyone known to be a closet pervert, or otherwise at the back and call of every single secretary he had ever made a passing comment to, touched inappropriately or made uncomfortable with a lack of respect…