Under my desk, as I work

Some of us climb the corporate ladder of success. others like you, remain forever at "floor dirt" status. enjoying the lovely view down there, office bitch? you've already sprouted a loser boner, thinking about sniffing the area between my arch and prada heels--to breath in the smell of success. even at the lowest possible position, you still serve as a multi tasker: shoe licker, garbage can, all around office floormat. anyhow, i have a lot of work to get done 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 feet and take my insults; like why i get paid the high salary while you don't have a job other than licking feet, which i haven't even given permission for that 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 pitiful tongue when i return...or kick you in the face if this deal doesn't go well. later bitch!