<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/nd6OCDo.jpg)</div><strong>Timing:</strong>Next day after the Lunch Meeting with the girls.<br/><strong>Activiy:</strong>Talking with her 'Trainer', Simon<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Outfit</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i.imgur.com/YvNnT4J.jpg)</div></div><br/><hr/><br/>Tanya back-stepped as he came in without any greetings. She was shocked. He just got in and closed the door behind him as if he owned the place. But the passive form of hers around him couldn't do anything and couldn't speak a word unless spoken to. Her left arm was in his strong grip as he clearly took the wrong meaning of what she had said. His act of taking control of the situation from the moment he stepped in made her totally passive and submissive as she said in slow and scarred voice,<strong>"N-n-no Sir. I didn't mean that. I meant that I was eager to meet you and train with you. I didn't mean to offend you, Sir."</strong>Poor girl didn't know that he intentionally took wrong meaning to pacify her and from the first step, she was under his thumb today.<br/><br/>As he went into the kitchen and with his strong grip on her arm, she couldn't do anything but to follow him as he ordered her to bring a glass of juice while calling her a bitch.<strong>"S-s-sir. You are in foul mood today. If you want, we can skip the training today and do it next time. I'd not want you to get annoyed. Your language says you're not in mood today. You don't look like you'd call your trainees these things."</strong>She said as she went to the fridge and brought a glass of orange juice as he told her.