Carmen tossed a paperback novel at the wall of her office and fumed, her green eyes dark with anger and her black hair flying wild as she stomped over to pick up the book so that she could throw it again. The nerve! She had worked her ass off in this place for that promotion and they gave it to Miss Brown Nose Bitch who had only joined the company six months ago!<br/><br/>It was so typical of the executive attitude at the place. Carmen had been with the company for five years now and put up with a ton of bullshit, doing all sorts of menial tasks, everything they'd asked of her, aside from sleeping with the president. He'd fucked over half the women in the office and had been after Carmen's 40Cs since her first week on the job. It was a disgrace that a woman with a "hot rack" as he'd put it was expected to give any man access to it whenever he wanted it.<br/><br/>She tossed the book again at the wall then sat back and closed her eyes. Project Manager was as far as she was ever going to get here. She had to accept that. Some day, she'd find a new job and tell the president to kiss her ass as she walked out the door. Hell, she might even flash her rack at him. If he ever saw her in the lacy bras she wore, he'd piss himself. He was such a putz.<br/><br/>Checking the time, she decided to call it a day and phoned home, leaving a message on the machine. "Hey, guys. It's Carmen. Warning you. It was a bad day. I'll be home in thirty. Love you." She hung up and grabbed her things then composed herself at the doorway, making sure her three-piece suit was in proper order, her skirt smoothed down, and then she walked out through the office, past the cubicles with her head held high, straight for the back door that led to the garage elevator.<br/><br/>Those who saw her, knew from the look in her eyes that she was not to be approached, spoken to, or even acknowledged. Hopefully, she would be in better spirits by the time she returned.