You call me into chat about me failing to reach some targets. You had planned to let me go, but as I notice your gaze on my cleavage my nervous demeanor changes; and I confidently ask you if you're sure you wouldn't miss my breasts..This all feels very silly now, my big breasts are amazing so the sensible choice is to keep me on - promote me, give me a pay rise. Feeling good is important, right? I begin to mesmerize you further, you can hear me whisper inside you, and getting you to sign a contract setting out my new position as well as revealing some of your own motivations for keeping me on.