Groveling at Her Feet

"On the company's designated monthly day off, Gigi Lott, Donald Hoover's secretary, posted an Instagram story.The caption read, "So what if you're the boss of me when we're at work during the day? At night, I'm the one on top!"In the photo, she was lying atop a water bed covered in rose petals, and the usually stern Donald was kneeling down to massage her feet for her. From his pocket hung a brand new golden necklace.Just that morning, I bought several gold bars and gave them to Donald while beseeching him to make our relationship public.He happily took the locket from me, but when I tried to take a photo of us with our phone, he smacked my phone out of my hands, smashing it into pieces.With a look of pure derision, he declared, "Why don't you take a good look at yourself in the mirror first? You really are a motherless wretch who wasn't raised right. Look at the lengths you'd go to just to ruin me!"Throughout the last five years, I had meekly gone along with his demand that we keep our relationship a secret, claiming it was because office romances were forbidden. But now, I was abruptly hit with the realization of how laughable it all was.The next day, I sent my father a message. "I admit defeat. I'm willing to come home and inherit the family business.""