Thread: Payback [Eyesoffire and Taijitu]

Liz Fiorina was the sort of woman that if you called her a bitch, her reply would be No shit, dumbass. But you didn't become Executive Vice-President of Human Resources at a cable news network like Clearvision motto We show you everything by being a shrinking violet. Everything about Liz was in your face, from her husky voice to her massive rack. She was a woman with serious curves that her designer business suits couldn't hide even if she bothered to button her blouses all the way. Liz had some junk in the trunk but she was no fatty. Even at 42, her stomach was still flat. There wasn't a single strand of gray in her long black hair. Her only concession to age was the pair of glasses she wore, frequently peering over them to glare at the peons. Oh, how Liz loved to gaze down on the peons in their little cubicles. They looked like monkeys in cages. They made her so pleased to have her corner office with its breathtaking view of the city. It was her realm, rightfully conquered. She sucked up, backstabbed, and cockteased her way to exactly where she wanted to be. Being Executive Vice-President of Human Resources may not sound all that impressive, but Liz wielded a lot of power. More than any blonde bimbo reading news off a teleprompter or middle-aged blowhard comparing everyone he didn't like to Nazis. Talent could make noise and throw tantrums. But no one could make life hell like Liz. She could cancel the vacation you've been planning for six months or cut your workforce in half. She did in the past, for crimes such as getting the last Coke Zero out of the machine. It wasn't all vindictiveness, Liz knew how to take care of herself. Clearvision had a lot of employees. That meant a lot of premiums to some lucky medical insurance company. Liz made sure she was properly wined and dined before making a decision. She altered performance reviews to make herself look better. Liz was even able to sweep a few sexual harassment complaints under the rug, for the right price. Her favorite personal perk was acting as the middle man between employees and accounting for travel expenses. Liz would add a few extra charges, get the money from accounting, give the employee what they had asked for, and keep the rest herself. With all the reporters and crew going all over the place for Clearvision, she had quite the nice scam going on. In fact, Liz was looking to cash in this very day. As she strode through the cubicles she made sure to look around at what employees wore and what sort of things they had on their desks. No real reason, she just like making the grunts sweat over if they had screwed up somehow. Liz only had open thing not work related on her desk... a picture of her seventeen year old daughter, Lindsay . That girl was the second best thing to come out of her former marriage. The first was all the alimony she managed to squeeze out of that idiot she had married for the last decade. Now she didn't bother with men. Liz had discovered you could get more out of a man by making him think he'll get laid than by actually doing it. She made sure to teach that lesson to her daughter and so far Lindsay was a total cocktease just like her mom. No, Liz got her rocks off another way and when she saw her favorite source of entertainment, she smirked like the bitch she was. Crispin was one of the younger accountants, not to mention one of the newest. He was one of those generic pretty boys, just the sort of type whose balls Liz loved to bust. His kind always seemed to come out of college so full of themselves. Then they enter the working world and find out they ain't worth shit. Liz felt it her duty to speed up the learning process. Listen up, Crispy, Liz snapped as she reached his cubicle. You better not be sitting there with your thumb up your ass! I want those travel expenses cashed out by the end of the day. People need their money! More importantly, Liz needed her money. She had her eye on the most darling Herms scarf...