When she’d been in charge of the
company, breakfast had been hand-made by expert chefs and brought up to her
penthouse every morning. She had taken a particular delight in making
the concierge who brought it up stand there while she took a bite,
chewed, and then pushed the plate away as she declared it
unacceptable. Once, she’d made them go up and down three times.Since the takeover, breakfast was a bit
different. The penthouse was gone, for one thing. Now she slept in
one of the basement rooms of the office. But that was okay. It was
warm and they let her play with herself as much as she liked.
Sometime in the morning the door would unlock and a board member
would come in. She would roll onto her knees, kiss his feet and plead
for breakfast. Usually, they’d give it to her.Though, once, one of them had gone away
and come back at least three times before he did.
Foul’s back!