Some of us ascend the corporate ladder of success, while others, like you, remain at the floor’s dirt level. Enjoying the lovely view down there, office slave? You’ve already developed a loser boner, contemplating the scent of the area between my arch and Prada heels – to inhale the aroma of success. Even in the lowest possible position, you still serve multiple functions: shoe licker, garbage can, all-around office doormat. In any case, I have a lot of work to accomplish today…just stay beneath my desk and you can smell my feet and lick my high-class work heels, but do not disturb me. Understood, subordinate? You will worship my feet and endure my insults; like why I receive a high salary while you don’t have a job other than licking feet, which I haven’t even granted permission for yet (we’ll see how the day goes, how I’m feeling). And now, I have a business meeting to attend. You see, my opinions and input are actually important and valued. You stay beneath my desk so that I can wipe the soles of my Prada shoes on your pathetic tongue when I return…or kick you in the face if this deal doesn’t go well. Later, slave!