Office Harrassment

In the dim glow of his corner office, brutish tycoon Mr. Kincaid (Derrick Pierce) lounges behind his desk as his stunning secretary Valerie (Brett Rossi) recites the day's grind. She dips low to snag a stray pen from the carpet, sliding it back onto his blotter, oblivious to his sly flick sending it tumbling again. Circling back, she spots it, jaw clenching, notepad crushed in her white-knuckled grip. She crouches, the lens leering up at her taut, curvaceous ass straining against her skirt, then erupts, slamming him for the childish stunt—again. He smirks, unmoved. She boils over, fed up with his arrogant swagger, his crude dismissals that shrink her, belittle her every word. It's pure harassment, and she's done bending to his bullshit. Flushed and slick with sweat, she heaves for air, chest rising in fury. Kincaid eyes her brazenly, then barks for coffee—'It won't pour itself.' Crushed, Valerie stalks to the machine, muscles coiled like springs, fists balled, shooting him a glare laced with dread over her shoulder. CUT TO TITLE PLATE. Later, in the shadowed lair, Kincaid wraps a tense call...