In the dimly lit office, Gudbye's "Just do your job" takes a dark turn. The secretary, a sultry brunette, is tasked with seducing the new client, a stern, older man. She hesitates, but her job depends on it. He watches, impassive, as she slowly unbuttons her blouse, revealing a lacy bra. She kneels, unbuckling his belt, her hands shaking. He doesn't touch her, just commands, "Continue." She takes him into her mouth, gagging slightly, tears welling up. He's hard, cold. She climbs onto him, riding him mechanically, her moans fake. He finishes, pushing her off roughly. "Good girl," he says, zipping up. She buttons her blouse, wiping away a tear, her professionalism shattered.