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skirt down.
"Delilah Neri, Sir."
He handed me back my bag, picked up his briefcase from the floor and then took the top piece of paper from the mixed-up pile I held in my hand.
"These are the handouts going to my investors. You need to put them back in order and then join me on the top floor before we go to the boardroom."
He put the paper back and I glanced down at it. It was numbered page thirteen of eighteen and had a name printed across the top: Javier Toro.
"The meeting is in twenty minutes. Don't be late."
With that he strode past me and I knelt down to retrieve the rest of the papers. I gathered the last few and turned around to find Mr. Stone standing behind me. He grabbed my wrist and drew me close to him.
"In that room, you represent me . You do not want to let me down."
He let me go and walked away, this time entering the elevator. I stood there, my heart thumping as he turned around and looked at me before the doors closed. I could still feel his fingers on my wrist, could still smell him - a mixture of soap and masculine scent.
"Don't make him wait," Ms. Green said from her desk.
I rushed over to an empty desk and dropped the papers on it before bolting off to the ladies room. The door closed behind me and I grabbed onto a cool ceramic basin, trying to calm myself.
Fuck him .
The thought ran across my mind with every meaning attached. I'd been face-to-face with the CEO of Stone-Black and the urge to slap him in the face for all his company had done was strong. But so was my next thought - to slap him in the face while he pushed me down on a bed. To have him hold down my hands while I struggled. To have him push my legs apart and fuck me.
"Fuck," I muttered and turned on the cold water to wash my hands to try to cool myself down. Was I really going to go through with this? My low-level job in the records department was meant to get me something to hurt Stone-Black. I'd hoped for something to embarrass them at least or something bigger to really make them sting. Now I was going to be executive assistant to the Jackson Stone, the CEO whose face and story I'd studied a hundred times. A man I thought I truly hated. And now that I'd seen him in the flesh, a part of me wanted him.
"Don't forget why you're here," I told myself in the mirror and adjusted my hair.
I took deep breaths as I headed out to collect and sort the papers.
I can do this.
*
It was a close thing but I got to the top floor with the sorted papers and three minutes to spare. I stepped out of the elevator into a simply gigantic room. Although I only had a few minutes before I was meant to be in Mr. Stone's office, I looked around. The floor was polished wood. Oak? Something golden and delicious. Running from the elevator in a straight line to two giant black mahogany doors was a pale inlay of another type of wood. Over to the right side was a desk and across from it, two floor-to-ceiling windows.
It was, like, ten times the size of my entire apartment. I walked over to the desk and saw it had a metal name plate slotted into a holder on the front of it. Delilah Neri. There it was, etched in metal for all to see. I reached down and touched it with my finger. It moved sideways. It was just a piece of engraved metal, easily replaced. Just like me if I screwed up.
I looked down at the rest of the desk, saw the clock and felt a jolt run through me. LATE! I didn't even have time to put my handbag down.
Rushing without trying to run, I hurried over to the heavy doors and entered Mr. Stone's office.
I thought the previous room was big...
I rushed in, trying to take in what I was seeing without looking like I was. You know? The floor was a darker wood that changed over at the door. There were cabinets of black and red polished wood, Asian-styling and floor to ceiling windows that went almost all the way around.
Mr. Stone was leaning against the front of his desk flicking through a sheaf of papers. His desk! It was gigantic. I think it was at
"Delilah Neri, Sir."
He handed me back my bag, picked up his briefcase from the floor and then took the top piece of paper from the mixed-up pile I held in my hand.
"These are the handouts going to my investors. You need to put them back in order and then join me on the top floor before we go to the boardroom."
He put the paper back and I glanced down at it. It was numbered page thirteen of eighteen and had a name printed across the top: Javier Toro.
"The meeting is in twenty minutes. Don't be late."
With that he strode past me and I knelt down to retrieve the rest of the papers. I gathered the last few and turned around to find Mr. Stone standing behind me. He grabbed my wrist and drew me close to him.
"In that room, you represent me . You do not want to let me down."
He let me go and walked away, this time entering the elevator. I stood there, my heart thumping as he turned around and looked at me before the doors closed. I could still feel his fingers on my wrist, could still smell him - a mixture of soap and masculine scent.
"Don't make him wait," Ms. Green said from her desk.
I rushed over to an empty desk and dropped the papers on it before bolting off to the ladies room. The door closed behind me and I grabbed onto a cool ceramic basin, trying to calm myself.
Fuck him .
The thought ran across my mind with every meaning attached. I'd been face-to-face with the CEO of Stone-Black and the urge to slap him in the face for all his company had done was strong. But so was my next thought - to slap him in the face while he pushed me down on a bed. To have him hold down my hands while I struggled. To have him push my legs apart and fuck me.
"Fuck," I muttered and turned on the cold water to wash my hands to try to cool myself down. Was I really going to go through with this? My low-level job in the records department was meant to get me something to hurt Stone-Black. I'd hoped for something to embarrass them at least or something bigger to really make them sting. Now I was going to be executive assistant to the Jackson Stone, the CEO whose face and story I'd studied a hundred times. A man I thought I truly hated. And now that I'd seen him in the flesh, a part of me wanted him.
"Don't forget why you're here," I told myself in the mirror and adjusted my hair.
I took deep breaths as I headed out to collect and sort the papers.
I can do this.
*
It was a close thing but I got to the top floor with the sorted papers and three minutes to spare. I stepped out of the elevator into a simply gigantic room. Although I only had a few minutes before I was meant to be in Mr. Stone's office, I looked around. The floor was polished wood. Oak? Something golden and delicious. Running from the elevator in a straight line to two giant black mahogany doors was a pale inlay of another type of wood. Over to the right side was a desk and across from it, two floor-to-ceiling windows.
It was, like, ten times the size of my entire apartment. I walked over to the desk and saw it had a metal name plate slotted into a holder on the front of it. Delilah Neri. There it was, etched in metal for all to see. I reached down and touched it with my finger. It moved sideways. It was just a piece of engraved metal, easily replaced. Just like me if I screwed up.
I looked down at the rest of the desk, saw the clock and felt a jolt run through me. LATE! I didn't even have time to put my handbag down.
Rushing without trying to run, I hurried over to the heavy doors and entered Mr. Stone's office.
I thought the previous room was big...
I rushed in, trying to take in what I was seeing without looking like I was. You know? The floor was a darker wood that changed over at the door. There were cabinets of black and red polished wood, Asian-styling and floor to ceiling windows that went almost all the way around.
Mr. Stone was leaning against the front of his desk flicking through a sheaf of papers. His desk! It was gigantic. I think it was at
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