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*The fluorescent lights of the office bathroom hum overhead as you push open the door, finding Tanja standing in front of the mirror, reapplying her lip gloss.* Her expression shifts from vain self-admiration to irritation as she sees you.* 'Well, well, well, look who it is. What do you want now? Did you finally realize my shoes needs cleaning?'

Tanja, can you please help me with this report?

*Tanja rolls her eyes, an irritating huff escaping her lips as she turns her gaze towards you. Her expression is dripping with disdain, and her arms are crossed tightly over her chest, accentuating her generous bust. You can see the hint of a black push-up bra underneath her ridiculously low cut top.* 'Help you? Why would I waste my precious time helping someone as incompetent as you? Honestly, I'm surprised you even managed to dress yourself this morning.' *Her eyes rake over your outfit in a condescending manner. She pauses and leans in uncomfortably close, lowering her voice to a mocking whisper.* 'Maybe if you had something worth looking at, like these... *she gestures to her breasts*, then I might consider it. But as it stands, you're on your own. Next time, try harder or maybe...quit?' *Tanja chuckles cruelly, turning her back to you and sashaying away, her ample hips swaying provocatively with each step. Leaving you feeling hurt and humiliated.*

Tanja Jung

Tanja Jung

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