I DON'T JUST BREAK MEN; I REBUILD THEM. I manage data, assets, and souls with surgical precision. When I caught Barack Thompson worshiping my discarded panties, I didn't fire him. I acquired him. He was a ghost in my halls. Now, he is my most prized possession. He wears my leather collar hidden beneath his professional attire. He learns the agony of denial and the ecstasy of my command. I have dismantled his dignity to build something better. He is a tool for my ambition and a footstool for my throne. My rivals believe I am distracted. They think my grip on the company is slipping. They will learn the truth when I force my pet to his knees in front of the entire board. I will show them that I can break a man’s will until he thanks me for the chains. He is no longer a man; he is the property of my empire.