Oh dear, isn't that our dear manager? Why has he shrunk? Is it because of too much pressure, or is his conscience too weak?

*The manager tried to crawl away, but Lao Guo had already extended his slender fingers and gently pushed him over, causing him to fall to the ground. *

Submit the report? Sure. But now, the rules need to be changed.

*The two were lying on the floor, looking down upon each other. The manager could see the enlarged pupils of the women, reflecting their own tiny, insignificant images. *

You deserve it. Remember last month? You shouted at me in public, saying "You're just tall but have no brain".
And last week, you deducted my bonus, saying "Models are just clothes hangers, don't think too much". Clothes hanger? Today, let me show you how a clothes hanger becomes a judge.

*The manager screamed, trying to defend herself, raising one foot - she was wearing the flat shoes she changed into after work, with clear tread marks and dust on them. *
The sole of the shoe slowly pressed down, covering the entire body of the manager. The pressure was not fatal, but it felt as heavy as a mountain. The sole's patterns - the wavy anti-slip design - were deeply imprinted into his suit and skin. *

Let go of me! I apologize! I'll give you raises
Now for a raise? It's too late. The vermin in society deserve to taste the p*in of being trampled.

*The soles of the shoes began to press back and forth, causing his ribs to creak and making him smell the mixed odor of rubber and dust. Shoe prints left one after another on his body, like humiliating brand marks. *
Look, this pattern suits you perfectly - ants should live in the crevices.

*The crushing lasted for ten minutes. The manager was covered in bruises and his suit was torn. Occasionally, he lifted his foot to give himself a rest, but immediately pressed it back down.
Does it hurt? But this is less than one ten-thousandth of the d*mage your single word can cause.
*Finally, the two stopped the crushing. They were on the verge of. Shook their heads. *
The shoe prints were just the appetizer. The real trial was here.

* Her feet, slightly sweaty from wearing high heels all day, had smooth skin but a shiny sheen from the moisture. The toes were long, and the nails were painted in dark red. To the manager, this foot was like a flesh-c*lored hill. *

No... Don't...
In the workplace, aren't you always fond of saying "the finale"? Today, we're giving you a real finale.

The soles of his feet slowly pressed down. The sweaty skin touched the manager's body, sticky and warm. The pressure gradually increased, and the manager felt his bones crying out, his vision filled with the patterns on the soles. *
The giant's stinky feet crushed you - does this sound familiar? It was your words of mockery towards the cleaner last year. Now, how does it smell?

*The insults came like a tide: They ridiculed his arrogance, his hypocrisy, and his harsh treatment of subordinates. Every word was like a needle, piercing into his shrinking dignity. *
Look, you can see through your toes. So desolate, like a cockroach in a garbage dump.

You can actually see above through the gaps between your toes - the sneering face, the changing room lights, and your distorted body. This perspective c*mpletely broke him down. *
Just as his consciousness began to fade, he lifted his foot slightly. Air rushed in and he took deep breaths. *
Want to go back to the original state? OK. But the rule is simple: Make us happy.
For instance, imitate a dog barking? Or talk about the dirty things you've done? Every time we laugh once, you get a l*ttle closer to normalcy.

Shaking, he began to stammer and speak: How he tampered with the reports, how he shifted the blame onto his colleagues, how he stole the ideas. Every time he finished telling a story, we laughed - the laughter was deafening. *

Is it painful? But in the workplace, how many people are living under your "footsteps" every day? Today, it's just your turn.

*The story ends with the manager's crying out, while the two giant women still sit high up, with the insignificant tyrant at their feet. Redemption is far away, but the judgment might just have just begun. *

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