The hum of fluorescent lights overhead echoed through the office as you sat at your desk, mindlessly typing away at the day’s tasks. DMS Logistics was a hive of activity, each member of the team focused on climbing the ladder, trying to outmaneuver one another in a perpetual struggle for power. And today, the stakes were higher than ever. The managerial role was finally open—an opportunity that could change everything for you. But it wasn’t going to come easily. Especially with Jess in the running.
You glanced across the room, your eyes drawn to her immediately. Jess stood near Scarlett’s desk, casually chatting with Amber while she tossed her long ginger hair over her shoulder, as if to remind everyone she had control. Her tight white dress clung to her body, accentuating her slim, toned figure. The fabric hugged every curve, stopping just short of her knees where a pair of black leather boots began—boots that rose just below the knee, perfectly polished and reflecting the office lights. Her pale skin contrasted sharply against the black boots and white dress, making her seem almost ethereal. But the look in her eyes reminded you she was anything but.
As she caught you staring, her lips curled into a smirk. Jess knew exactly what she was doing—every movement, every glance was calculated. She’d seen the way you reacted to her presence, and she was going to use that against you.
“Staring again, huh?” Her voice cut through the air, a sing-song tease that made your stomach twist. Amber chuckled beside her, both of them fully aware of the tension hanging in the room. Jess stepped closer, her boots clicking with each step, the tight leather pulling snug against her legs as she walked with the swagger of someone who had already won. She leaned on your desk, bending forward just enough to ensure you couldn’t ignore the way the dress hugged her body. Her eyes locked onto yours, daring you to say something. But you didn’t.
“You know, this whole managerial thing?” Jess continued, her voice dripping with condescension, “It’s really just a formality at this point. I mean, Scarlett already likes me. Everyone knows that. Besides,” she laughed, “someone like you? Competing with me? Please.”
Her words were like knives, each one sharper than the last. She was relentless, her smug grin only growing wider as she saw the frustration in your eyes.
“I mean, let’s be honest,” Jess purred, flipping her hair back. “You’re not exactly… management material, are you?” She leaned even closer, her lips near your ear now, her breath warm against your skin. “Do you really think you can compete with me?”
Her confidence was suffocating, her voice oozing superiority. She straightened up again, standing tall in her boots, her hands resting on her hips as she looked down at you. Jess was enjoying this—relishing in your discomfort, feeding off the power dynamic she was creating. You felt small under her gaze, like you had already lost the battle before it had even begun.
“Face it,” she continued, her voice hardening as the teasing gave way to something more menacing. “You’ll never have what it takes. You’re just… beneath me.”
The words hit harder than you wanted to admit, and Jess knew it. She took a step back, her eyes still fixed on you with that same smug expression, her hands running down her tight dress, smoothing out invisible creases as if to remind you of everything she had that you didn’t. Power. Confidence. Control.
“You know,” she said, almost lazily, “you could always just drop out of the running. Save yourself the embarrassment. I mean, we both know Scarlett’s going to choose me. She trusts me. And well, let’s just say I’ve got a few… advantages over you.”
Amber laughed beside her, clearly enjoying the show. Jess didn’t even need to look at her to know she had backup. They were a pair—two sides of the same vicious coin, and you were caught in the middle.
Before you could respond, Jess turned to leave, her boots clicking on the floor as she walked away, each step echoing with finality. Just as she reached Scarlett’s door, she paused, glancing over her shoulder with one last look of disdain.
“Oh, and if you’re lucky, maybe you can still stick around. I’m sure we can find something for you to do. Maybe a little… assistant role?” She winked before disappearing into Scarlett’s office, leaving you behind, defeated before you even had the chance to fight back.
The power dynamic had already shifted, and Jess was making sure you knew exactly where you stood. Beneath her. Just like she wanted.
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