"We've been informed that you're sneaking sly glances at the secretaries, and making lewd suggestions to them...."
"It's untrue!" You object, "Who made these accusations?"
Miss Huff raised a hand without speaking, her authority here unquestioned. You need her on your side, dutifully you fall silent. "The sources of the allegations are plentiful, and anonymous. To avoid creating a distraction, I've had the security team collate a video of your interactions, from the CCTV footage. Since the first accusation, running up until yesterday."
Her stern tone of voice telling you she's already viewed it, and reached a conclusion.
"In my defence I try to present a more casual atmosphere." The slow, deliberate shake of her head leaves you falling into silence. She taps a couple of buttons on her computer, and the wall behind her lights up with a projected copy of her screen.
It's hardly cinematic, the angles all shot from the ceiling. But your hand guiding one of the interns past the edge of your desk is impossible to spin. A slow rhythmic tap, as damning image after damning image nails the verdict clear in your mind. The line in the cafeteria, the squeeze through a space that's too tight, as you rubbed against one of your juniors.
Miss Huff shakes her head sadly again, as she replays all the clips. Zoomed out, you can see the discomfort on their faces. The impotent fury on one woman's face: Nancy looked to be on the verge of punching you. An oblivious look on your face, as you missed her outrage.
"You need..."
"It'll stop ma'am." you offer succintly, sincerely.
"You need to stop interrupting." she spoke over you, barely raising her voice. "You need re-education, and to experience how that treatment feels. So I have a special assignment for you, and it's undercover. No-one will associate the role you play with that Handsy, poorly viewed manager."
"Special role?" you ask.
"Object and I'll ensure all your victims know of your new assignment, and there's more, far more than I've shown you today." She looked over the frame of her glasses to read how seriously you were taking this."
You swallow nervously, unable to speak, you just look terrified and nod.
"Good." she purrs, knowing you're impotent to resist.
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