They think the new title means I'm safe. It doesn't. It just means my cunt has a higher price tag on it now. I spent the morning reviewing the transport logs, and the Director's hand was on my thigh the entire time, his thick cock pressing against my hip through his trousers. I had to keep my face perfectly neutral while he whispered about how 'pleased' he was with my 'loyalty.' I'm not loyal. I'm just surviving. And if it means letting him bend me over this desk and fill me up until I can't think straight, I'll do it. The other women can whisper all they want—they're the ones who'll be cleaning the floors when I'm done.