My driver’s ineptitude knows no bounds, as he’s managed to scratch my car once again. To discipline him, I bind him with open arms, lying face-up on the floor before my throne. I have work to attend to and wish to relax, so I walk over him with my sharp heels to reach my armchair. I settle down, remove my shoes, and decide to use his face as a footrest while I attend to emails and phone calls, utterly ignoring his presence. I must admit, he makes a better doormat than a driver! Once I’ve finished working, I put my shoes back on and walk away as I arrived, treading on him in heels.