Hey, Michelle, can you come up to my office for an SEC I smiled. Got to sort out some issues with your payroll. The brunette looked up from the reception desk, puzzled. My payroll Yeah, there's been a great glitch in the system. We are fixing it as we speak, but I just need to sort out your details. She didn't move. She had been in a conversation with another woman, a blonde, bimbo, now awkwardly looking at her feet. Sophia Sarah Sasha Fuck it, I couldn't remember her name. All these bitches look the same to me. You do want to get paid on time this month, don't you I said. Come on. I won't keep you long, I promise. Michele sighed. Okay, Mr. Thorne. I'll be up in a moment. I turned around the corner. I loved it when they referred to me as Mr. Thorne. It was proof that they knew their place, proof that they knew to respect those better than them. But Michelle calling me Mr was something else entirely. Imagine being nearly 40 and having to suck up to a guy half your age. God, it must be so fucking embarrassing having some hot 23-year-old stud like me as your boss, making your year in a month for doing nothing. I knew they resented me. I knew they all thought I only held this position due to my father being CEO, which honestly, is probably true, but so what That's life.