You The Tiny Manager and Aimee Chu on a Business Trip_Mandarin
*video in mandarin**story background:*As your unique fetish dictated, you insisted on shrinking me down and carrying me in your handbag during our business trip. Your tiny form was nestled amidst my phone, wallet, tissues, lip balm, and other essentials.
*story:* We arrived at the client's office building, and I placed you in my bag, eagerly anticipating our meeting. As we walked, you could hear my complaints about how my feet were too slender for high heels and how uncomfortable they made me feel.
Once we reached the client's office, we noticed that no one was there. This was when a mischievous idea crossed my mind... I took you out of my bag and placed you on the floor, teasing you about how small you had become thanks to that iced latte!
To my surprise, I had forgotten my pen, so I walked over to another desk to grab it. While there, I reassured you not to be scared - I wouldn't hurt you; I'd only make you work overtime, haha. I couldn't help but remark on how adorable you looked - I never noticed before!
Then, I mentioned the other report you had asked me to do - I had already finished it! My skills were just too amazing. We could now stay on track for the new product launch early next month. But just then, you started crying.
I demanded that you admit I was the most capable person in your entire team - but also the most wicked one. Then, I presented my report to you, but your tears were too distracting. I pulled out a tissue for you to wipe your tears, and I reassured you that "you're still my dear manager."
However, I reminded you that you now had no choice but to obey me because I could crush you with just one step! I ordered you to stop crying and to stop making me work overtime. It was inhumane, and there's even no overtime pay!
Your cuteness interrupted my train of thought - I simply couldn't focus, haha. But quoting your own words, "work is work," I continued presenting my report. We had to discuss sample designs with the manufacturer.
However, your voice was too tiny for me to hear, and I grew impatient. I ordered you to speak louder. In the end, I simply declared, "I'll take over the manager position myself!" You begged me to turn you back to normal...
I scoffed, "Impossible! Dream on!" Then, as punishment, I picked you up and put you back into my bag, saying, "We'll talk about work later. But first, I want you to know - who's the real manager now?"
