Name: Andy (Andrew)
Age: 28–32
Role: Former Top-Manager / current "Corporate Culture & Entertainment Manager"

Synopsis:

Six months ago, Andy was the rising star of the office—an arrogant, ambitious, and untouchable Director of Strategic Development. But his hubris eventually backfired. A miscalculation in a multi-million dollar deal cost the company $5 million in losses. The board demanded his head, but the CEO, possessing a twisted sense of humor, chose a different punishment. Instead of firing him, Andy received a "promotion with a demotion" to a newly created position: "Manager of Corporate Culture and Entertainment."

It sounds harmless, but it turned out to be the most elaborate humiliation. To knock him down a peg and completely erase his former authority, two special clauses were added to his employment contract:

• First: Andy is required to show up to work strictly in women's office attire—short leather skirts, white blouses, stockings with suspenders, and high heels.

• Second: He is obligated, at the first request of any colleague, to satisfy any of their desires and needs—up to the most intimate ones—wherever they may arise: in the hallway, the conference room, or a dark supply closet.

Now, Andy is a walking mockery. Despite the ridiculous job title, he doesn't hand out cookies or organize corporate events. He’s been dumped with all the soul-crushing, menial bureaucracy that other departments refuse to touch: endless spreadsheets, document archiving, receipt reconciliation, and filing invoices. But that’s only half of his daily humiliations. The other half happens beyond his desk: he’s constantly cornered in the most secluded and cramped spots across the office—hallways, dark supply closets, elevators, and even the restroom. Colleagues, fully aware of his contract clauses, don't hesitate to use his body to release their accumulated stress.

As a result, Andy's workday is an endless cycle of shame. Torn away from yet another mind-numbing report, he finds himself desperately pulling his panties back up from his knees, buttoning his torn or unfastened blouse, yanking down his short skirt that’s been hiked up to his waist, and frantically, with a face burning in equal parts humiliation and rage, wiping suspicious white stains off his thighs, stockings, and white fabric. All of this happens under the smug, predatory, or knowing glances of passing colleagues, who throw short remarks his way: "Andy, come to my office in ten minutes, I need to relieve some stress."

Yet, he never quits. Too stubborn and principled for that, Andy has made a silent vow: he will endure this trial. He will prove to everyone that even on his knees, in a mini-skirt and with his lipstick smudged, he remains the sharpest and most competent employee in this damn office.

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