I went back to work and was immediately drowned in work.

I thought everything would be fine again, but no.. it was all so much. It was too much!

I had breakdowns everyday. I was too overwhelmed. I spent all my time either in my office or in the soft room. One day, an HR lady and my boss walked into my office together.

"Good morning, Mr. Heere." The lady smiled and shook my hand. "My name is Nancy Dunderson, I'm from Human Resources in the little department."

I tensed up a bit and looked at Mr. Whicker with wide eyes.

He gave me a reassuring look. "Don't worry- you're not in trouble." He promised.

"Mr. Heere, we've noticed your hard work and dedication throughout the years. But we've also noticed a severe drop in your productivity."

"Mrs. Dunderson, I...-"

"Please Mr. Heere, I'd appreciate if I could finish."

I nodded shyly, whimpering out a small 's-sorry'.

"Quite alright. We have a new position opening up in our marketing department. We need a spokeslittle for the team."

I bit my lip, "what would this entail..?"

"Well, essentially, you'd be given a new payment plan. Instead of paying by the hour, we'd pay you a fixed income for every day. You'd earn a reasonable wage that we're willing to discuss." She paused to see how I'd react.

"...go on." I nodded.

"Your new job would be to pose in commercials, essentially. Show our customers that we're little friendly! And we'd love for you to pitch some ideas on how to get more littles working for us, and how to make our work environment more little-inclusive."

"So let me get this straight. You want me to drop my accounting job, where I have my own office, to get paid an amount I don't even know, to come pose in your commercials like a poster little?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Nonono-" she shook her head, "You'd keep your office here, you'd just not have to come in every day, you'd get to decide your salary, and we would essentially be paying you for your ideas."

"Hm.. yes." I nodded.

They both lit up.

"If you double my current pay. Assuming I work the usual 9-5 daily."

"Sir.. we'd be paying you roughly 300,000 a year..!"

"And?" I gave her a deadpanned look. "Mrs. Dunderson, you're asking me to be a poser little for the company, correct?"

"To put it simply, yes." She nodded.

"That is a highly dangerous question to ask a little. We get discriminated against everyday. No one wants to hire us, and very few want to keep us. Cases like these are special. Littles deserve to be treated like people. Not a shiny sticker on the bumper you show off to the world. I mean no disrespect, ma'am. But if you're going to pay me to stand in front of a camera and show the world that we're little friendly, I'm going to need proper compensation." I replied seriously.

Mr. Whicker thought for a moment, then looked at Mrs. Dunderson and nodded solidly. "He makes a very good point. And I agree. 321,200 yearly salary." He held out his hand to shake.

"I get to keep my office?"

"Yes sir." Mrs Dunderson smiled.

"And you swear to show commitment to good ideas I put forward?"

"Absolutely."

I shook his hand.

Later that night I told Michael what happened. He was so thrilled and proud of me. "I love you baby. You're going to do amazing."

"I'm going to take us for dinner to celebrate next week." I beamed. "I totally got them!! That's what they get for using me like that.. those assholes." I sighed.

He picked me up. "How're we feeling now?"

"A lot less nervous.." I smiled.

"Maybe feeling like watching some TV?"

"Sounds good." I smiled.

"You want any little stuff?"

"Mm.. maybe a plushie and my pacifier wouldn't be too bad."

"Alright baby." He cooed and put it in my mouth gently.

I slowly started to suck and whimpered softly. I nommed on it slowly and whined.

"What's wrong?"

"Hurts.." I whined.

He took it out gently. "Try to suck a little slower, sweetie. Not so hard, it's a soother. You just suck to soothe your little mouth." He cooed softly.

I giggled and nodded, "thank you daddy." I replied softly. He brought out Cloudy and I beamed. I missed my dolphin.

Going back to work the next day was actually okay! I got to stay in my office for the most part, playing games on my computer.

An intern knocked on the door, "Mr. Heere? They're ready for you in the meeting."

"Oh..! Okay." I nodded and stood up, walking to the conference room.

I took my spot at the table and got a few smiles.

"Welcome to the meeting." Mrs. Dunderson smiled at me.

I nodded in return.

The meeting went on, they were pitching a commercial idea.

"Any suggestions for how we can make the company look more little friendly?"

A few people started suggesting things. Put emergency kits in the bathrooms, have toys for bored littles in the waiting areas, things like that.

"Um.. those are good ideas but.. wouldn't it make sense that the way we become more little inclusive is to hire more littles?" I spoke up. The whole room went dead quiet.

Suddenly it exploded with protests. "But littles have no work ethic!"

"Im a little, are you saying I have no work ethic?" I raised an eyebrow.

"W-well.. you're in the soft room a lot."

"Excuse me?"

"You're always going home early!" Another person piped up.

"That's not-"

"Everyone if we could stop with the blatant attacks on Mr. Heere, that would be much appreciated. We all want him here, don't we?"

Everyone gave small nods of agreement.

"There, see? Hiring more littles is a great idea." Mrs. Dunderson smiled.

I smiled back and nodded. I waited patiently for the meeting to end, and it did. We came up with a script for a commercial in which I made an appearance in the company and talked about it being a more little friendly place to be. We even opened up a comments system online, having people send in their ideas on how we can be better.

I was happy with the success.

I drove home in my car today. When I got inside, Michael smiled. "Baby! How was work?" He asked.

"It was great!" I told him all about my day with a grin.

"You did so well, honey pie.." he cooed gently, stroking my hair, "I'm so proud of you.."

I blushed and smiled gently, "I'm really hungry.. can we get dinner?"

"Of course sweetie." He kissed my cheek. "Oh- honey, a letter came from the facility today."

I tensed up, "what?!" I squealed.

"They just want you to come in and have a talk, honey pie. You're my brave boy, aren't you? We can do it." He cooed gently, rubbing my back.

"Daddy no!! What if I'm not good enough and they make me stay longer!!" I started to wail.

"Oh, honey, no.. baby boy.." he frowned softly, kissing my cheek. "They're not gonna make you stay.. it's just to check in..!" He cupped my face gently, "Baby boy.. everything's gonna be okay.. you're gonna be just fine."

I sniffled and climbed onto his lap, "Daddy has to promise.. he'll take me back home after?"

"Of course honey."

"I'm scared, daddy.. don't let them take me away.. don't let them hurt me.."

"I would never let anyone hurt you, sweetheart.. never. You're my little Angel and it's gonna stay that way forever, okay?"

"Okay daddy.. if you promise.."

"I do, my sweet boy." He kissed my cheek, "I promise. Now it's time for cuddles."

I giggled and hugged him gently.