The presentation went exceptionally well, and everyone was more than pleased with the outcome of the project. We have received numerous compliments from everyone in the room about how well it was organised and presented. It was a great feeling to know that our hard work has been acknowledged and appreciated.

I looked over at Sophie with a look of reassurance, and the corners of my mouth turned up into a smile. This had been an isolating feeling for both of us, but the burden had been lifted off our shoulders. Now we could stress less about this existing problem and use our time to focus on finding out how we had exchanged bodies in the first place and hopefully finding a way to reverse it.

Everyone started to file out of the room. Some of the men gave me a playful wink, while others gave me a more unsettling smirk. 

I forced myself to ignore their gaze. Being a woman seemed to attract a great deal of male attention. It made me feel oddly uncomfortable and irritated. Did Sophie always receive this kind of treatment? I suddenly wonder to myself.

"The work is finished, and the client presentation went marvellously," Jakob announced, a hint of pride in his voice. 

"You both worked tirelessly for this and should be proud of your efforts, so go home, take a break, and get some rest today." He smiled reassuringly at us.

We're so relieved to hear that, and I thought I could finally escape the room, but Jakob suddenly requested that I stay for a moment. It seems that he had something to discuss with me. 

Sophie didn't say anything, as if she already anticipated that this thing would happen. 

I reluctantly nodded and shut the door behind me, only to find myself face-to-face with Jakob once again. 

Taking a deep breath, I tried my best to hold my composure as I started talking. "Yes?" I asked, unsure of what he had in mind this time. To my surprise, his words were not what I was expecting. Instead of criticism or advice, he simply commented on how much he liked the makeup look that I had chosen for the presentation. 

"I like the makeup that you put on today," he said, a hint of a smile playing at the corner of his mouth.

Suddenly, I'm becoming self-aware again with the makeup on my face. I can feel my cheeks growing warm and my heart beating faster. 

"If there is nothing else, I would like to go home and take a rest," I said firmly, wanting to get away from this room of judgement.

He spoke to me more firmly, his words reaching a crescendo. "I noticed that you stopped saying 'Sir.' I thought I told you that if there isn't anyone else around, always finish your sentence with 'Sir.' Don't tell me you're forgetting it. Or maybe you're getting too excited about your upcoming wedding and forgetting some of the manners I've taught you?" His voice was strict. He wanted to remind me of my place.

“I apologise, sir. I was overwhelmed and my mind was on the presentation, so I didn’t think to call you “Sir”.” 

Despite my attempt to remain composed, I'm starting to feel increasingly exasperated with the way he treats me. Why does Sophie put up with this guy? It's beyond me what she sees in him. Thinking of all the times he has disrespected her makes my blood boil.

"Nevermind," he said, his voice low and suggestive. 

"I'm going to have to punish you for that. It looks like most of your colleagues have already gone on their lunch break. Before you leave, why don't you give me something special? Wouldn't it be a waste to not use that makeup of yours to make me feel good?" He spoke casually, as if it were an ordinary request for me to fulfil.

My body trembled with rage. My fists clenched, and my lips pursed in an attempt to restrain myself. I wanted to say something, but I knew that this was not the time. He was our boss and held all the cards. He had the power to make Sophie's life a living hell if I stepped out of line. Although I didn't know what kind of arrangement Sophie had with him, it was clear that I had no choice but to accept his demands.

Reluctantly, I asked him what he was expecting of me. I didn't understand why my makeup had anything to do with it. He looked down at my lips and said something completely inappropriate. 

"Get under the table and give me a head," he said in a matter-of-fact manner. 

Even though I wasn't entirely sure of what he meant at first, it soon became clear that his words were spoken with the intention of requesting oral pleasure from me.