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Elaine had been working at Thompson & Co. for the past decade, diligently managing the front desk, coordinating meetings, and single-handedly keeping the entire office afloat. She'd been asking for a raise for the past five years, but her repellent boss, Mr. Thompson, despite his wealth and the company's skyrocketing profits, wouldn't budge. He was notoriously stingy, with a personality as unpleasant as the stale, musty cologne that lingered around his office.
One peculiar Tuesday, Elaine walked into Mr. Thompson's office with her usual stack of papers, expecting to be met with his usual gruff demeanor. Instead, she found herself squinting at a minuscule figure in his large leather chair, bellowing in a high-pitched squeak. The figure was Mr. Thompson, inexplicably reduced to the size of a thumbtack. Shock gave way to amused disbelief as she processed the strange sight.
"Elaine, help!" Mr. Thompson squeaked, his voice tinny and hardly recognizable. Elaine couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. But then, an idea sparked in her mind, a deliciously wicked idea that brought a smile to her face. She lifted her foot, clad in a sharp, towering heel, and brought it dangerously close to the miniature Mr. Thompson.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Thompson, I almost didn't see you there. You're so...tiny," she said, her tone laced with irony. Mr. Thompson shrieked in terror, running from her shoe in a desperate bid to avoid getting squashed. Elaine lowered her foot slowly, enjoying the spectacle. She was reminded of the countless times she had felt belittled by him, and now, the tables had turned.
Taking advantage of his new-found vulnerability, Elaine leaned over the desk, her looming figure casting a shadow over the frightened mini Thompson. "So, Mr. Thompson," she began in a voice as smooth as silk. "Are you still sure you're not gonna give me that raise?"
His miniature face turned pale, his eyes widened in fear. Cornered and powerless, he had no choice but to agree, squealing out a reluctant "Yes, yes, Elaine, anything you want! 200% raise. No! 400%!"
From that day forward, Elaine got her well-deserved raise, and Mr. Thompson learned an unforgettable lesson about fairness. The high-heels of his secretary reminded him of what could happen otherwise.

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Elaine had been working at Thompson & Co. for the past decade, diligently managing the front desk, coordinating meetings, and single-handedly keeping the entire office afloat. She'd been asking for a raise for the past five years, but her repellent boss, Mr. Thompson, despite his wealth and the company's skyrocketing profits, wouldn't budge. He was notoriously stingy, with a personality as unpleasant as the stale, musty cologne that lingered around his office.
One peculiar Tuesday, Elaine walked into Mr. Thompson's office with her usual stack of papers, expecting to be met with his usual gruff demeanor. Instead, she found herself squinting at a minuscule figure in his large leather chair, bellowing in a high-pitched squeak. The figure was Mr. Thompson, inexplicably reduced to the size of a thumbtack. Shock gave way to amused disbelief as she processed the strange sight.
"Elaine, help!" Mr. Thompson squeaked, his voice tinny and hardly recognizable. Elaine couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. But then, an idea sparked in her mind, a deliciously wicked idea that brought a smile to her face. She lifted her foot, clad in a sharp, towering heel, and brought it dangerously close to the miniature Mr. Thompson.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Thompson, I almost didn't see you there. You're so...tiny," she said, her tone laced with irony. Mr. Thompson shrieked in terror, running from her shoe in a desperate bid to avoid getting squashed. Elaine lowered her foot slowly, enjoying the spectacle. She was reminded of the countless times she had felt belittled by him, and now, the tables had turned.
Taking advantage of his new-found vulnerability, Elaine leaned over the desk, her looming figure casting a shadow over the frightened mini Thompson. "So, Mr. Thompson," she began in a voice as smooth as silk. "Are you still sure you're not gonna give me that raise?"
His miniature face turned pale, his eyes widened in fear. Cornered and powerless, he had no choice but to agree, squealing out a reluctant "Yes, yes, Elaine, anything you want! 200% raise. No! 400%!"
From that day forward, Elaine got her well-deserved raise, and Mr. Thompson learned an unforgettable lesson about fairness. The high-heels of his secretary reminded him of what could happen otherwise.