I dialed Grant’s number to have me and Lyana picked up. The boss will surely be glad by my deed. Every snooping nose must be apprehended.
It took 3 rings for Grant to answer.
“Speak.” The voice on the phone said.
“Evenin’ Grant. Look, there’s trouble at the warehouse and I somehow took care of it. I just need some assistance. Can y—”
“Look, George. I appreciate the call. You said you said you took care of it. Then take care of it. I have more important things to attend to now. I can trust you to solve your problem, can’t I?”
“S-sure, Grant,” I stammered. “I can take care of this myself.”
“Good,” Grant replied and hung up the phone.
Damn, that lazy bastard. My plan was just to knock the pretty reporter out, deliver her to the boss, get rewarded. What am I supposed to do now?
I poured myself another glass of whiskey and tried to think of something. I was deep in my thoughts when I was brought out of my stupor when Lyana moaned softly.
She’s still out. She’s just probably feeling the headache the drug is giving her.
I watched Lyana’s limp form drooping on the chair. I watched her beautiful, white neck exposed to me as her head was lolled backward. I watched her chest rise and fall with her breathing.
Damn, she’s so beautiful. Somehow, I cannot avert my eyes from her chest.
Damn, those boobs sure look nice. I wonder how they look underneath her clothing.
Suddenly, a thought crossed my mind. Why wonder, when I can just check it myself?
It’s just now that it dawned on me!
I’m here in my office. Alone. With the unconscious pretty reporter in front of me. Unconscious. I can do whatever I want, right? I can do whatever I want with her.
—– to be continued —–