Office Politics
By Ken Doodle kendoodle@hotmail.com
Nothing will get in the way of her promotion.

As I had been in the company 10 years and was quite highly thought of, I had 
been approached by the board as to wether she would be suitable as head of 
department.  I had yet to get back to them, but I was surprised she was even 
considered.  She had only joined the company 3 years ago and although her 
progress had been astonishing, and the guys she had working for her really 
busted a gut to make her team outperform the rest of the company, I thought 
she wasn't quite ready for it.  Also I have to admit that I was a little 
jealous at her meteoric rise, and it annoyed me the way she was able to 
manipulate most of the workforce into doing what ever she wanted just 
because of her looks, stunning as she was.  Maybe it was a bit sexist, but I 
didn't want a girl still in her twenties as my boss.

I was working late that night, I thought I was the ony one left in the 
office when I heard the door swing open and the familiar clicking of the 
confident stride of Rebecca.  I turned round and saw her drop her gym bag by 
the reception and walk over to me.
I was barely able to greet her when she interrupted me.
'I know the board are going to approach you, and we both know the job has my 
name on it and I want your support.'
I didn't know what to say.
'You have seen my performance, I deserve it and I think it would be good for 
both of us.'
'Sorry Rebecca, I dont think you are ready for it'
'Dont give me that sexist crap' she stepped forward,  'I am the best person 
for the job.'
'But you probably wont be here that much longer anyway'
'Too right, I am going to get this promotion and use it as a stepping stone, 
but the board dont need to know that'
'Im sorry Rebecca' I said.
'You will be' she murmered, but I heard her.
'I heard that'
She turned her back on me, and slowly paced away.
'I was afraid it might come to this' she said.  'I am not going to let a 
worm like you get in my way'
'What?'
She kicked off her shoes and began unbuttoning her blouse.
I stood up, 'look Rebecca, that's not going to work on me' I said, she was 
beautiful, but I would never ever do anything to betray my wife and 
daughter.
She smiled and dropped the blouse, then unzipped her skirt and it too 
dropped to the floor.  'You misunderstand' she said and gathered her long 
blond hair and tied it above her head so it further emphesised her height, 
she was about six foot tall.  'The wonderful thing about violence in the 
work place, is that the men never report on the women.'
'What are you talking about Rebecca.'
'Could you face the thought of the guys in the pub, your little drinking 
clique, knowing that you were beaten round the office by a young girl?'
'Rebecca please'
'Oh you 'll beg me alright' she said and raised her fists like a boxer.
I looked her up and down.  She was stunning.  She had always been a 
perfectionist at work and it was apparent now that she was a perfectionist 
when it came to looking after her body, she was lean and toned and her 
skinned glowed with bronzed vitality.
I approached her with my arms wide in a concilatory gesture, 'Rebecca can't 
we...'
Before I even thought I was in range she stepped forward and flashed out a 
long leg, the sole of her foot striking me in the chest.  I staggered back a 
couple of paces and fell to the floor.
I got to my feet as she slowly paced towards me.  The power in that kick 
frightened me.
I grabbed a chair rolled it between us and shoved it at her.  She stopped it 
with her foot on the seat and shoved it back, but much harder than I did and 
it caught me in the shin.
I ran round to the other side of my desk.  'Rebecca I dont want to do this.'
'Too bad' she said and leapt up onto the desk and stepped over the partition 
towards me.
Looking up at her magnificently stalking me I felt like crumbling to my 
knees before her superiority, but my animal instincts kept the fight in me.
'You know we're on camera' I said, staggering back.
She smiled, 'Robert's on security tonight, he's one of my boys' she said and 
dropped from the desk.  'I am going to make you my bitch and there's nothing 
you can do about it.'
I ran.
I made it to the door ahead of her, but as I was opening it, she leapt onto 
me, we fell and she was momentarily on top of me before rolling off and 
placing herself between me and the door.
I tried to get up but she grabbed my arm and twisted it, then stamped her 
foot on the back of my neck, pinning me.
'Ok, you get my backing' I said through a mouthful of carpet.
'It's gone beyond that' she said and released me.
I lay for a couple of seconds before rising slowly to my feet.
She stood before me again, her fists raised, and one bent leg raised, her 
knee against her chest.  She remained in this pose for a second then again 
kicked out.
I caught the blow again in the chest and was knocked back against the 
reception desk.  She followed up with a backhand slap to my face, I spun 
round and half leant on the reception desk.  She grabbed my thighs and 
shoved me right over the desk to fall on the other side.
I looked up to see she her standing on the desk above me.  She dropped, her 
feet landing either side of my face.
My breathing was heavy with a confusing mixture of emotion.
She sat down on a chair, put one foot on my chest and casually crossed her 
legs.
'Come now, put up some sort of a fight for the cameras' she said.
But there was no point, she was my superior and we both know it, what hope 
did I have in refusing her.  I realised that it was time I acknowledged that 
someone like me was lucky even to be near a woman like Rebecca.  Sure she 
would use me and discard me when she had gotten what she wanted, but that 
was the way it should be.