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When the shrew that signs her paychecks snarled out a degrading command for her to spring to her side and service her with whatever she needed, Gretchen – the newly-minted executive assistant – was expected to graciously follow protocol. “Look, if you don’t come in the next thirty seconds, I swear to God, Gretchen..” came the bark from around the corner to the kitchenette in which, stood atop the requisite stiletto balancing act that was demanded as part of her ‘business casual,’ Gretchen was doing her damndest to follow orders. “Oh, I’m cumming alright, bitch,” sneered Gretchen as she shoved the round-bottom glass coffee pot onto the crusted old brown burner that had seen its fair share of coffee stains, but certainly not the brand of ‘espresso shot’ that the devious administrative assistant was eager to pump into the mug of joe. “I’ve just got to fix that extra ‘turbo shot’ that you like in it, Mrs. Rodriguez!” Gretchen fired this waylaying comment back down the hallway, knowing that would buy her enough time to prep a fresh batch of the ‘secret ingredient’ that her direct superior had grown fond of after hiring her a few months ago. 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