HE BELONGS BENEATH MY HEEL.
I do not tolerate weakness in my boardroom. Dorian Wellington was a man of status until he faltered. Now he is a man of nothing. I have stripped away his dignity and replaced it with my commands. He is the shadow beneath my desk and the footstool for my tired feet.
The corporate world sees a polished professional. I see the masterpiece I am carving out of his submission.
