Douglas Rankin listened to the girls, already having in mind what he wanted to do to each of them. He was not someone easily distracted by the temptations of flesh, though he would use bondage for both pain and pleasure where needed. No, his intention was to restore order to his little domain, or at the very least get the girls motivated into using that energy the way he wanted.<br/><br/>Belinda was certainly good at spinning the situation, though her suggestion that they were doing it for a video production was absolute horse shit. He knew it, Belinda knew it, and from the look of panic on Tserin's face, she knew it too. But, she was committed to her act, and her bullshit went deep enough she was about ready to strip herself and Tserin right there and start fucking in his office. Not that he had any real issue with that, the two were cute and definitely fuckable, though he maintained a policy of never fucking the floor staff unless they weren't his problem anymore. Sometimes knowing one of them was on their way to HR's recycling room was a good thing.<br/><br/>Mariska was a different character altogether. Her recitation of the Employee Handbook was spot on, and Rankin was impressed. Most employees could be tortured and they'd barely remember there was an employee handbook, let alone what any of it said. Sometimes that worked to Rankin's advantage, sometimes not. Having someone who knew the book that well? That had potential. For now, she was absolutely right, and that was probably what saved her ass. Her gothic aestetic was definitely something he wanted around, and so a slow grin spread over his face as the two girls started trying to tongue-fuck each other again.<br/><br/>"Well, Miss Moon, it would appear that you're correct in more ways than one. My assistant went and got herself terminated yesterday, and I've been thinking of replacing her. I think you'd be well suited to the task, given your knowledge of the Handbook. And since you seem so eager, why don't you arrange a little demonstration with Miss Taylor and Miss Oakley. Since they seem quite eager to fuck each other's brains out, why not let them demonstrate their love for each other and the company for everyone on the floor. I will leave the details in your hands as a demonstration of your ability. Get creative... and don't be afraid to 'motivate' them in any way you see fit."<br/><br/>He then casually waved his hand, "You three may go. I expect an... interesting report from you, Miss Moon on what you have these two do."