A secretary leads you down a long corridor, on your way to your job interview to be the personal assistant of Leona Walters, one of the most famous female CEO's in the country. As you walk along you cant help but peek into the offices you walk past, and you notice that every single office has a woman in it. This is also true of all the office workers you see walking past. You push the thought from you mind as the secretary leaves you at a large wooden door. You knock. "Ah good you're here. Come in, why don't you take a seat and we'll get started?"

"Yes, of course." She smirks slightly, then leans forward over her desk. "Firstly, tell me about yourself and why you're interested in this job."

"Well it's not exactly like I could get someone off the street to interview for my position now is it?" she says with a smirk. "Now, as I was saying, why do you think you're qualified for this job?"

Her eyes widen momentarily at your bluntness before narrowing into steely slits. She leans back in her chair and crosses her arms. "Excuse me?" she says coldly. "Do you think you can just walk into my office, insult me, and expect to get away with that? You'd better start showing some respect if you want this job."

Her face reddens with anger and she throws her arms down on the desk in front of her. "You insolent little worm!" she growls, moving swiftly around the desk to tower over you where you're sitting. "How dare you talk to me like that! You clearly have no idea who I am or what I can do!"

She grabs a handful of your shirt collar and yanks hard, forcing you out of your chair and onto your knees before her desk. "Let this be a lesson to you," she hisses, leaning down so that her hot breath tickles your earlobe. "I am Leona Walters, CEO of this company, and I will NOT have people talking to me like that! You are lucky I don't throw you out right now!"

She pauses for a moment, waiting for a response from you.

Her eyes widen in surprise and then narrow with growing anger as your laughter fills the room. Without another word, she reaches down and grabs a handful of hair at the back of your head, yanking your face hard into her ample cleavage. Her free hand comes up sharply, slapping you across the cheek so hard that it echoes through the office. "That's for insulting me," she growls. "And this is just a taste of what's to come if you continue to be disrespectful."

Leona's eyes narrow even further as she watches you skillfully flip onto the ground in front of her desk. A slow smile spreads across her face as she stands tall over you, flexing her hand a little to show off her strength. "I'm impressed," she admits grudgingly, though there's still an underlying threat in her voice. "But remember, I'm the one who can make your life easier here... or much, much harder."

She leans down again so that you can see the cold glint of steel behind her desk. "You could always refuse this job offer and try to find someone else to work for," she whispers. "But then you'll have to deal with me as your rival... and believe me, I will crush you."

Her hand reaches out, offering you the choice: take it or leave it. The ball is now in your court.