Do as Annabelle says and bring the money and wine

From Create Your Own Story

Your feelings towards the big boss are neutral, but you want to stay on Ana's good side. You go into the boss's office and get a bottle of wine and a $20 bill.

She smiles as you bring the stuff back. "Good. I'm glad you're not a killjoy. The douchebag who had your position before you totally was. I couldn't stand being in the office 40 hours a week with someone so...not fun."

"Yeah, I bet he was the kind of loser who snitched on everyone in high school," you say, wanting to sound like one of the cool kids.

"I bet he was," Annabelle agrees. "Anyway, I put in the order. Pizza should be here in about twenty minutes. Here, let's have some wine while we wait."

When the food arrives, you and Ana chow down eagerly. You make more small talk over lunch, slowly strengthening your position with her. After the meal is over, you get back to work. As you grab a stack of files, you hear the doorbell ring. Putting the files down, you go to answer it.

A small, nerdy-looking young man is standing there. He's as short and thin as you, and you feel a strange sense of satisfaction at not being the only guy around who's this scrawny. "Can I help you?" you ask.

"I...I'd like to see Annabelle," he stammers.

"May I have your name, please?"

It's Annabelle's voice who says his name. "Stephen," she growls in an angry tone. "What the fuck do you think you're doing here?" Turning to you, she explains, "He's the douchebag I told you about who had your old position. He came back last week begging for his job back. I told him to get lost and never show his ugly face here again. Looks like he didn't listen."

"Ana, please, all I want is a..." Stephen begins.

With blazing speed, the hot Filipina nurse performs a front tuck somersault to take her over to Stephen. She knees him hard in the stomach, causing him to double over with a groan. "First of all, don't you fucking dare call me Ana. You haven't earned that right. Second, I warned you that if you ever came back, you'd regret it in ways you can't even imagine. Looks like I'll have to teach you a lesson." With that, she punches him in the jaw. The brutally powerful blow knocks him out and he slumps to the carpet.

"There's some rope in the supply closet. Get it and tie him to that chair," Annabelle instructs you.

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