Corporate Warrior, Part 1

Paul sighed as he looked at his watch for the fourth time in the past twenty minutes. It was 4:45 on a Friday afternoon. Fifteen more minutes and he could go home for the weekend.

He decided to check his email one more time before going home. As his inbox appeared on the computer screen, Paul suddenly jumped up in surprise. Among the spam and other boring messages was a priority message from the boss. The message announced the sudden departure of one of the technicians in the main lab, creating an open position.

“This could be my ticket upward,” thought Paul. Right now, he was a technician in one of the small side labs. To get a position in the main lab would mean the chance to do some much more prestigious work, not to mention a substantial increase in salary.

Paul thought he had an excellent chance of getting the new position. He was 29 years old and had been working in the side labs for five years now, and had not yet been promoted. He was a hard worker, very reliable, and good at coming up with new ideas. He thought that surely now, his time had come.

Paul suddenly became aware of how many minutes had passed while he had been thinking. Looking at his watch, he saw that it was now two minutes past five. He grabbed his briefcase and got up to leave, hoping that on Monday his manager would tell him that he had been promoted.

As he was leaving, a large figure suddenly materialized in front of him, blocking his way. Paul groaned in disgust when he saw that it was David, the most unpleasant of his coworkers. David was one of Paul’s fellow technicians in the side labs. Although he had been with the company for only a year, David was very arrogant and rude, probably because his uncle was one of the corporation’s top executives (and had probably landed him the job in the first place). Everyone knew that David was not a good employee. He was lazy, often missed work, and was frequently late when he did bother to show up. He was also careless in the lab and had caused several accidents, luckily all minor ones so far. Although an ordinary employee who had done those things would have been fired long ago, David could not be fired due to his uncle’s influence. In addition, the knowledge that he was under the protection of his uncle had made David into a bully who pushed his coworkers around. Now, he was standing in front of Paul, scowling at him.

“What do you want?” asked Paul nervously. He had good reason to be nervous, since David was a lot bigger than him, not to mention very bad-tempered.

“I guess you got the email too,” began David. “And maybe you think you’ll get the position. Well, you’d better think again, because that promotion is mine. My uncle will tell our manager to give it to me. Now, I know you pretty well and I have a feeling you’ll be going off on some righteous crusade to get that position for yourself after they give it to me. So I’m giving you a warning. You can either keep your mouth shut and be content with your old job, or you can rock the boat and get your ass kicked.”

Paul considered letting David have his way. After all, he didn’t want any trouble and he certainly wasn’t in the mood for a beating. But the more he thought about it, the more he opposed the idea. All through school, he had been pushed around and bullied because he was small, nerdy, and shy. He did everything he could to avoid confrontations and had stopped standing up for himself. Paul decided that he was tired of hiding and backing down. He had to start standing up for himself, and this was the place to start. “No,” he said. “We both know that I’m the most qualified one for the job, and you only have a job here because of your uncle. I’m not going to let you shove your way into a position that you don’t deserve.”

David glared at Paul. “So that’s the way it’s gonna be, huh?” he snarled. “Well, you asked for this.” With that, David punched Paul hard in the stomach. Paul grunted and doubled over in pain. Struggling to stand back upright, he swung a punch at his opponent, but David dodged it easily and laughed. “You can’t touch me, wimp,” he sneered. David then punched Paul repeatedly in the face. When he was finished, Paul had a broken nose, a black eye, and several nasty bruises. David grabbed Paul by the neck and said, “I can mess you up a lot worse, so you’d better give up right now, wuss.”

Paul, semiconscious, nodded his head. “All right, you win,” he groaned. “I won’t say anything.”

David shoved Paul against the wall and released him. “See you on Monday, loser,” he smirked as he left. After Paul was sure he had gone, he went to the bathroom to clean himself up and tried not to cry.

All too soon, Monday morning rolled around. As Paul walked towards the building’s entrance, he told himself to just go on as if everything was all right and not to let David’s abuse get to him. As he entered the building, he saw Christina, his manager, walking towards him.

Paul had had a crush on Christina for a long time. It was easy to see why, considering that she was a petite, athletic hottie with long blonde hair and a great tan. Even better, she was a smart woman as well as a fair and compassionate manager. What he admired most about her, though (even more than her amazingly firm breasts), was the way she rejected David’s crude, arrogant sexual advances.

“Good morning, Paul,” said Christina as she approached him. “I have some…holy shit, what happened to you?” she gasped as she noticed his face, which was still cut and bruised from the encounter with David on Friday evening.

“Um, I worked late Friday evening and as I was leaving, a couple of thugs attacked me in the parking lot,” he lied. “They beat me up and stole my wallet.”

“Oh, that’s terrible!” said Christina. “You called the police, right?”

“Oh, yeah, sure,” answered Paul. “I took care of everything. I made a full report to the cops and they caught the guys. I got my wallet back, too. Everything’s okay.”

“Well, that’s good to hear,” said Christina. “Anyway, I have something important to tell you, so if you’ll come with me to my office…”

Once they were inside the office, Christina closed the door. “I’ll get right to the point,” she said. “You know about the lab position opening?” Paul nodded. “Good,” she continued. “After reviewing all the candidates, I concluded that you were the most qualified one to take the job.” Paul sat up straight in his chair in excitement.

Christina said, “Things are not as simple as that, unfortunately. I got a message from William Allen, one of our vice-presidents. Mr. Allen was basically ordering me to give the position to that asshole nephew of his, David.”

A frown appeared on Paul’s face. Christina noticed and said, “Don’t worry. I’m not going to let him push me around. You deserve the promotion and I’m going to do everything I can to help you get it. I’m going to see Mr. Allen and have a talk with him. In the meantime, you can start work as usual. I’ll notify you as soon as I get more news.”

Paul smiled gratefully. “Thank you,” he said. He got up to leave, but stopped when Christina said, “Just one more thing.”

Paul turned around. “Yes?” he asked.

Christina walked out from behind her desk so she was right in front of him. The smell of her perfume and the view of her muscular, pantyhose-clad legs was making him very nervous and giving him an erection. He hoped she wouldn’t notice.

“Is there anything more you want to tell me about what happened on Friday evening?” she asked. Paul gulped nervously. Did she suspect the truth? He considered telling her everything, but decided against it. If he told what really happened, he would get a can of whoop-ass opened up on him, and Christina might get hurt too. He couldn’t let that happen. As much as he hated lying to her, he had to do it.

“Um, no,” he stammered. “Nothing more.”

She stared at him for several seconds. “All right,” she said finally. “You can go now.” As Paul was leaving, she called out, “If you ever need to tell me anything, even if it’s embarrassing, I’m here for you. I won’t tell anyone else.”

“Thank you,” he said. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Now alone in her office, Christina began to pace around. Although she was only 27 years old, she was already recognized as one of the company’s best managers. She had the potential to advance quickly through the corporation’s ranks. However, all too often, connections, like Mr. Allen’s and David’s, counted more than merit when determining promotions. She had tried repeatedly to fire David, but Mr. Allen, protecting his nephew, had always overruled it, and the other executives didn’t care much one way or the other, so they didn’t try to stop him. Now, Mr. Allen was trying to get away with pulling his nephew up the ladder.

Christina knew Paul well enough to realize that he was not telling the whole truth. She suspected what had really happened, but had no way of proving it. She could only hope that he would find the courage to tell the whole story.

A while later, Christina asked Paul to come to her office. “I talked with Mr. Allen,” she began. “I tried again and again to change his mind, but he refused to budge. The only thing I can do now is to go to the head of the company, but I doubt that’ll work.”

All throughout that morning, Paul had been debating whether or not to tell her the truth. Now, seeing how far she was willing to go to help him, he decided he couldn’t lie to her any more.

Paul cleared his throat nervously. “First of all, thanks for everything you’re doing to help me,” he began. “I really appreciate it and I have to admit that I haven’t been telling you what really happened of Friday night.”

“I know,” said Christina.

Paul’s mouth dropped open in shock. “But… how…how could you possibly tell?”

“Oh, I have my ways,” she answered. “Go on, give me all the details.”

He told her everything that had happened on Friday night. When he had finished, Christina’s eyes were flashing with anger. “I’m so sorry he did this to you,” she said, coming over and hugging him tightly.

“I’m the one who should be sorry,” said Paul. “I feel so bad about lying to you.”

“Don’t feel bad about it. It couldn’t be helped,” she replied.

“So what are we going to do now?” asked Paul. “Please don’t tell anyone else about this. You know what David’s going to do if he finds out I told.”

Christina’s eyes now had a determined look. “I’ll handle this from here,” she said. “I have a few tricks up my sleeve. You just go on and keep David thinking that everything’s going his way. I’ll have a surprise for him. Everything should be taken care of by tomorrow morning.”

Paul thought about asking her for more details, but then decided that she knew what she was doing. “Okay,” he said. “And whatever it is that you’re planning to do, I hope it works. Good luck.”

“Thanks,” said Christina. Paul left to go back to the lab, while Christina sat back down at her desk, going over the details of her plan.

That afternoon, David was just leaving when he heard someone call his name. Turning around, he saw that it was Christina. “I’d like to see you in my office, right now,” she said.

“This better be quick,” grumbled David. “Green Bay Packers are on Monday Night Football tonight.” He followed her to her office, leering at her shapely figure.

Once they were inside the office, Christina closed the door. “I’ll get right to the point,” she said. “I know what you did to Paul. You brutally attacked him, just because he wouldn’t let you steal the promotion that he rightfully deserved.”

David jumped up, furious. “So the little wimp squealed!” he yelled. “I warned him not to do that! I’m gonna pound him like a…”

He was suddenly interrupted by Christina. “You will do no such thing,” she said coldly. “Instead, you will apologize to Paul, and tell both him and your uncle that you are unworthy of the promotion, and that Paul deserves it.”

David began to laugh loudly. “Oh yeah?” he sneered. “Who’s going to make me? You?”

“That’s right, me,” answered Christina.

David snorted. “Little blonde you? I’d like to see you try! Maybe I should beat the crap out of both you and Paul, and then make him watch while I have my way with that hot body of yours.”

At that, Christina’s face went red with anger. “Now I’m going to enjoy kicking your ass even more,” she hissed. “I’m going to teach you that there are some things even your rich big shot uncle can’t protect you from.”

“Bring it on, bitch,” growled David. He raised his fists and moved towards her. Christina put up her own fists and approached her opponent. Even though he was considerably taller and heavier than her, she was not afraid. She was well trained for this kind of situation, and she knew that her opponent’s fighting experience consisted mostly of picking fights with smaller guys at bars.

David sized up his opponent as he moved towards her. He was confident that he could win easily. After all, she was just a little blonde woman, maybe 5’3″ and 120 pounds. She was certainly sexy, though. She was wearing a black miniskirt that showed off her muscular legs, and a tight white top that showed off her muscular forearms. He thought about what to do with her after he had beaten her.

“Are you going to fight or drool, you fat ugly wimp?” said Christina, smirking.

“You’ll pay for that, bitch,” snarled David, as he swung a punch at her face. She dodged it easily. He swung another punch at her, which she blocked with her arm. She immediately countered with a swift punch that landed right on his nose. He yelled in pain and staggered backward, touching his nose and feeling blood. He aimed a kick at her, but she grabbed his leg before the kick could land. Before he could do anything, she had smashed her fist into his gut and then kicked him in the face, sending him to the ground.

Christina taunted her opponent. “I don’t know if you got the memo, but this is supposed to be a fight,” she laughed as she waited for him to get up. David made a noise like a wild animal and got to his feet. He charged her, but his attack came to an abrupt end when she aimed a kick at his chest. He ran right into her outstreched leg. With a grunt of pain, he stumbled backwards. He charged her again. This time, she simply grabbed him and threw him over her shoulder. He landed heavily on the floor.

Christina rolled her eyes. “Damn, you’re even wussier than you are ugly,” she snickered. David got up and made another animal noise. Weakened by Christina’s attacks, he swung a slow, clumsy punch at her that she dodged without even having to make an effort. She then kneed him in the stomach, elbowed him in the face, and headbutted him. He let out a shout of pain as each attack landed and stood there, dizzy. Stepping back a little, she did a cartwheel, her legs slamming into his head one after the other as she completed her cartwheel and landed back on her feet. The force of her gymnastic attack knocked her opponent to the ground yet again.

“Ready to give up, you pathetic pussy?” asked Christina.

“Never!” yelled David as he got slowly back to his feet. As he finished getting up, he was greeted by Christina’s fist slamming directly into his right eye. “That black eye’s payback for the one you gave Paul,” she growled. She then balanced on her left leg while kicking him repeatedly in the face with her right leg. “And these are for being a jerk to everybody,” she snapped as she kicked him. After about a dozen vicious and lightning-fast kicks, she paused briefly to admire the damage that she had done to her opponent, who was swaying back and forth on his feet, barely conscious. “And this is for all those times you were leering at me,” she finished as she launched a powerful spin kick. The kick hit her opponent right in the head and he fell to the floor, unconscious.

Christina, grinning with excitement, stood over her defeated opponent. She smoothed her skirt and fixed her hair, which had gotten slightly messed up during the fight. She then stripped David to his underwear (discovering that he wore Barney and Friends underwear – his secret shame). After that, she poured cold water on him to wake him up.

David opened his eyes and saw little blonde Christina standing over him, smirking. “So, the big wimp is awake,” she said. “Now, here’s what you’re going to do. First, you will apologize to Paul for your cowardly attack on him. Second, you will write a 500-word statement on why you are unworthy of the promotion, and you’re going to give a copy to all the top executives of the company, including your uncle. Third, from now on you’re going to work like a decent employee. And finally, to teach you one more lesson, you’re going to go home today dressed in only that idiotic Barney underwear of yours. I know you’re going to do all of this, because if you fail to do even one part of what I just told you, I’m not only going to kick your ass ten times worse than what I just did, but I’m also going to do it in public and humiliate you in front of everyone. Now, are you clear on what you have to do?”

David nodded. “Are you going to do exactly as I tell you?” Christina asked. David nodded again.

“Say ‘Yes, ma’am’,” said Christina. He stared at her. “Say it,” she said coldly as she made a fist.

A look of fear came over his face as he stammered, “Yes, ma’am.”

“Good,” said Christina. “Now get your ugly, hairy, Barney-underwear-wearing ass out of here, and be at work on time tomorrow.”

David, glad to be able to get away from her, ran out of the office and headed to his car. He hoped it was late enough that no one would see him, but as he was running through the parking lot a group of high school girls saw him and started pointing and laughing at him. Crying in shame, he jumped into his car and raced out of the parking lot as fast as he could.

Christina, watching him from her window, laughed at his public humiliation. She then went out to her own car and drove home, enjoying one of the happiest days of her life.

To be continued… (insert dramatic cheesy music here)

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