Hidden Passions:
The Two Sides of Desire.
“OH MY GOD, what a damn, fucking bitch,” I remember thinking to myself the first time I encountered Miranda at work.
Miranda had earned the dubious reputation at work of being a real “Iron Maiden” in the office where we worked. Referred to as “Ye Ole Ball Buster” or “Nut Cracker” by some of the guys who worked for her, it wasn’t long until Miranda became the joke of the water cooler talk.
However, Miranda was not the one to let it bother her, or at least on the outside that is. She knew that most of her subordinates didn’t like her, but she was okay with that. In her mind, she was there to do only one thing, turn sales around, and increase the company’s productivity.
At age 34, Miranda had been brought in from the outside by the new president of the firm, Mr. Franklin Peterson the Third, along with me and a few others to help turn around a floundering publishing firm that had just been acquired. She had an excellent resume, graduating at the top of her class in her e MBA program, and had successfully turned around three other failing businesses since graduating from one of the top business schools in the nation at the age of 23 with an MBA in Marketing and Corporate sales.
As the new Senior Sales and Marketing Manger, Miranda’s job was to turn sales around and mine as Vice President of Financial and Accounting Information Systems, was to get the company on solid financial footing, as well as update the arcane dinosaur bookkeeping system the company had been operating with for the last 25 years.
I was able to implement new cost cutting procedures that cut expenses by two-thirds and had just brought online a new financial accounting system that paid for itself in seven months. As a result, the company had just began operating in the black again.
The only thing needing improvement was marketing its products, and increasing the productivity of the sales reps. Under Miranda, she was able to boost sales and marketing by 15 percent, but in her mind that wasn’t good enough, and there was vast room for improvement
This proved to be a challenge even for Miranda. In the First business meeting she came into just after being hired, I noticed she was letting in to them like she was preaching a fire and brimstone sermon.
That was when I first formulated my opinion of her, but as I got to know her over the course of the following seven months and working closely with her, I soon began to see a softer side to her that not too many people saw, but it wasn’t until the seven months had passed, that I would get a chance to experience that softer side personally.
It was about one week later, when on a Thursday, she came by my office around 11:45 a.m, and out of the blue, asked if I would like to have lunch with her, her treat she added. I said sure why not, and we went in her car, which turned out to be a 2014 Confederate Gray Audi A-4 convertible which was top of the line, with heated leather seats, GPS system, and Satellite radio.
I guess I should have figured she would drive this sort of car by the way she appeared. Standing approximately 5’7″ tall, with frizzy brownish-blonde hair that came down to her shoulder blades, Miranda was a knockout.
Miranda had an average build and nice sized tits(all natural, no implants). I estimated she was a 34 D cup in the breasts, and her waist and hips looked to maybe a 24 in the waist, and 34 in the hips. She also had long well-toned dancer’s legs, pouty ruby red lips that beckoned to be kissed, and enchanting crystal ice blue eyes that ensnared a man’s soul and hold it hostage.
Even though Miranda dressed professionally, the outfits she wore were still enticing. On this particular day, she had on a cream colored button sweater on top of a matching shell underneath that had a modest but low neck line. She was also wearing a blue skirt that came down below her knees.
The outfit was capped off by brown boots that came up to her knees and a blue sapphire necklace that was set in 14 carat gold and tiny diamond specks around it. The necklace had one big blue sapphire stone in the center and then had 3 little teardrop shape blue sapphire stones that draped down from it.
Just from the way the outfit was designed, it called attention to her bust line, and if a guy wasn’t careful, he might spend too much time looking at her breasts, which could be seen sticking proudly out from her chest, as they appeared so perfectly round yet supple.
Being careful, I tried not to stare, but Miranda obviously didn’t care whether people did or not. To her, it was a big turn on, and she was extremely proud of her body, and didn’t mind showing it off.
“So what do you think about the Hearthside Room,” Miranda said lighting up a cigarette and racing off in the car.
“Sounds good to me” I replied. “But isn’t that a little pricey,” I added.
“Don’t worry about it sugar, its no trouble,” Miranda said with a smile.
As we drove to the restaurant, Miranda was the chatter box, cutting up, cracking jokes and telling me all about herself. I came to find out over the course of lunch, that the exterior she put up at the office was a facade, far different than the real Miranda. The real Miranda was funny, witty, charming, sensitive, somewhat shy at first, but once you got to know her, she was fun loving, loved to party, and anything but a bitch.
We arrived at the restaurant around 12:15 and they seated us by a fireplace in a secluded area in a horseshoe shaped booth. Miranda slid into the middle of the booth and I sat beside her about two feet away.
All during lunch, we talked and I told her about myself. She listened intently and I could tell just by the way she smiled, that there was some spark there between us and if I was willing to pursue it further. I was willing to bet we could connect.
So Lennie tell me something,” Miranda said with a soft sigh, in almost a perplexed tone, as she scooted over in the seat so she was next to me. “How do I get those knuckleheads in sales to get off their fat asses and generate more new accounts?”
“Ah,” I replied, “therein lies the rub. You see, most of those people are college interns who think this is not the real world, or old timers who are just buying their time until retirement. I have been watching you, and you are very much real world oriented. I think it well help if you get them to think that way as well.”
“How do I do that,” Miranda replied.
“Well treat their intern jobs like a real world job such as adding incentives or bonuses tied to productivity, but make it a team effort and not an individual one, where if the team wins, then they win, so as you don’t get one alpha dog doing it all and who ends up destroying the incentive for the others.”