A Victim of Ambition

Thanks to everyone who voted yesterday! The winner was "CEO to Secretary," which is a very fun trope. 

So, let's see how our new girl went from running a company to running a fax machine... 😜

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“Julie, where’s my coffee?”

“Oh, uh...” I stammered. “I forgot.”

“Again?” Zack sighed.

“I’m sorry, I had to copy that report and I—”

Zack rolled his eyes. “Were you always this ditzy? Sometimes I wonder how you ever ran your own company.”

“I’ll… I’ll go get it right now.”

I stood from my desk and was about to smooth my skirt when Zack said, “Freeze.”

I obeyed. I’d become used to Zach ordering me around, an unthinkable circumstance only a few years ago. “Yes, sir?”

“Nothing. Just admiring the view thanks to your special vitamins.”

He was looking at my boobs. That used to also be unthinkable—because I wasn’t supposed to have them! I gave Zack a nasty look and resisted the urge to punch him, or scratch him with my nails, I suppose. 

“Okay, you can go,” Zack said. “Remember, I like extra sugar.”

I strode away, my heels click-clacking across the floor. A now-familiar feeling of humiliation washed over me. How could this be my life? Less than two years ago, I was the CEO of my own company! But, like many men, I was a victim of ambition. 

Zack and I had always been business rivals. Initially it was just friendly competition, but soon it became evident he had a better product. If I didn’t take drastic action, my company would go under. Unfortunately, instead of retooling my business model, I paid a hacker break into his laptop and find some dirt. Turned out, Zach was into some kinky stuff—and he’d recorded himself doing it! I had the hacker upload his private sex tapes to Pornhub, and I figured that was the end. Since we operate in a relatively conservative part of the country, I was sure the moral outrage would drive him out of business. 

But that’s not what happened. Instead, Zach hired a private detective to discover the identity of the hacker, tripled what I paid him, and got his confession on tape. Next, he threatened to have me arrested. I would’ve been toast, but there was a way out: Sell my company to him... and become his personal secretary.

“Assistant, you mean?” I remember saying.

“No, I don’t. I’m not only buying your company, on buying you.”

That meant taking my ‘special vitamins’ every morning as he watched, growing my hair out and eventually getting extensions, and wearing women’s clothing and makeup. Pretty soon, everyone stopped calling me “Justin” and I became “Julie,” Zach’s personal secretary.

When I returned with his coffee, Zach smiled. “I want a show.”

I swallowed. “N-now? Everyone is here, and your blinds are open.”

“You heard me, and remember to tuck back that pathetic excuse for a dick.”

“Yes, sir,” I mumbled, and undressed.