It was a standard morning at Martindale Hubbell and Associates. Ben strolled into the office, his thick shaggy mop of greasy hair reaching down towards his neck. A lock of his hipster part got loose and fell into his eyes. He brushed it back. Ben was a pretty 35: soft lips, green eyes, and a wide smile. More than that, Ben was the newest and youngest managing partner. Most lawyers had to wait decades before they were promoted so high. Ben had somehow pulled it off at just 35, and he loved having the power over his department, particularly the attractive young associates. He often smirked to himself as he thought I could make them bow down to me and worship me as their god, and theyd have no choice but to do it. Of course, he never abused his power in real life. He liked being liked; being perceived as the nice boss, who stood up for the little guy, and joked around with the peasants under him rather than pushing them around. Little did they know about the power hungry desires that lurked just beneath the surface.
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