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Location: Global Advertising Inc. Headquarters
I’m at the head of a large table in a beautiful conference room on the top floor executive offices of Global Advertising. The president, vice president, head of HR, and three lesser vice presidents are in attendance.
I say loud and clear, not wanting to use the tinny-sounding microphone, “I purchased this company this morning. I am going to make a few changes around here. Before I do that, I understand you recently had an issue with an employee and had to terminate him. Please explain the situation.”
Matt Schmidt pipes up, “You know how these kids are today. None of them want to work. He was an ok employee.”
The woman next to me coughs but also says at the same time under her breath, “Bullshit.”
I smirk; they obviously don’t like this guy. Time to have fun.
I ask him, “Since you know this employee so well, what was his evaluation like for his last project?”
All the women are looking at me with mouths open. Why?
Matt continues, “He missed deadlines, his work was sloppy, and he was late to work almost daily.”
I counter, “You never mentioned the customers; what did they think?”
All the women are smiling now.
Matt defends himself, “His scores were ok. He was acceptable.”
The lady next to me is ready to blow her top.
I look Matt in the eyes, “When I look at the reports, Bill has the highest scores in the company, not just average. Do you understand how to read reports, Matt?”
He looks at me, “Who are you?”
I smile, “You must be losing your memory Matt, I already told you I am the new owner of this company.”
Matt is fuming, “I know damn well what you said. I asked you what your name is.”
This is so much fun, “Company Owner. First name Company, last name Owner, that’s all that matters to me. I find it strange that you fire a person so well-liked by the customers, and his projects get top scores. Doesn’t the customer matter to you?”
I turn to the lady next to me, “Would you have fired Bill?”
Sandy says to me, “I am the most junior VP here. My opinion doesn’t count. Since you asked, and you’re the owner, and I know who you are, no way in hell I terminate our best employee. Sorry, I cried when I saw your commercial. By the way, that was top-notch production. I would like to know who did that. We use the cheapest available; it was like night and day.”
I ask her, “Do you know who Roxy and Belle are?”
Her eyes light up, she smiles, “Oh yes, I was there. I heard them. Vickie called us and explained what was happening. She wanted us to pool our money, knowing that we would treat him well. She didn’t want some stranger getting him. She knew it was going to be hard on him.”
I ask her, “Who are you texting?”
She looks at me, contemplating if she should say, then says sheepishly, “Security.”
Matt is furious again, “I’m glad you did. You can pack up your stuff. You’re done today.”
I shock her by agreeing with Matt, “I agree. When Security gets here. I want you to go with them and pack up all your belongings.”
Almost immediately, four security guards show up in the conference room.
Mark says, “I want her ….”
I scream, “Shut the fuck up, Mark!”
I am loud with my voice, “I am the owner here. Two of you, I want you to help this woman pack up her personal belongings. You two, I want you to pack up his personal belongings and escort him out of the building as soon as possible.”
The security guy asks, “You didn’t say what we should do with Sandy, mam.”
I’m not as loud now, “I want a cleaning crew in his old office, and I want it sanitized. THEN, you may help Sandy move into HER new office. I am promoting her, and I expect two others to hit the bricks by the end of today. Do you understand me, Sandy?”
Before Matt leaves, “To answer your question, my name is Connie Shoemaker, mother of William Shoemaker. You probably know him as Bill. Yesterday, we ran hundreds of ads on TV because my son was missing. I am here to beg the new President to get his job back. I could tell you were an asshole. No way I grovel to you.”
Sandy fires back, “He can start today, I would give him a raise, but I know you’re rich.”
I reply, “Oh no, he won’t touch my money. Every cent he has, he earned. He’s a good decent man. Please take care of him.”
Sandy runs at me in tears, “Can I have the job, full time?”
I chuckle, “He doesn’t know it, but he’s still in love with Vickie. I wish you luck.”
It’s time to go back to the office; I have a mountain of work to do.
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Bill’s point of view:
I get up at noon after going back to my room for some more sleep this morning. When I wake up, Jane is naked and in bed with me. She is wrapped up in my arms and is a blowtorch. She is scalding hot. As I wake up, I pull my arms back. She slips out of my arms easily as she is already awake. My brain is just waking up.
Jane commands me, “Stay right there.”
I am on my back. She slips up onto my stomach with her arms on my chest; her breasts are swinging around underneath her. With mom, they hang down. With Jane, their still pressed up against her chest. She looks at me like I am in trouble.
She looks at me sternly, “You owe me a date tonight.”
I am mildly interested, “Oh really.”
Jane’s smile is infectious, “Randy was supposed to take me out with friends tonight. You need to take his place. I’m never going to see him again. By the way, mom delivered his keys this morning; she didn’t want you even talking to the parents. You need new clothes. Let’s have lunch, and then we can go out. Mom’s working late to catch up. She is way behind due to looking for your sorry ass.”
She hopped up and ran to the shower. Damn, she is a fine-looking woman.
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We take the limo down to the city after a light lunch. We stop for a pair of shiny black shoes with black socks. Oh shit, that means a suit. Fuck me.
Jane says, “Your white shirts are fine. You just need a suit now.”
The first two places had nothing in my size. The second one referred us to a place in Queens. There, they fit me with ease. They do a lot of pro football players. It needed alterations, so we took an hour to find a neckless for me. She wanted a pure gold mariner link chain necklace. We found a nice one. It’s heavy and goes around my neck. If it was anyone other than Jane, I would have said no. There is no way any woman dominates me. Ever.
We go back and get the suit. By the time we get home, it’s time to eat so we can be at the party by 7:00. I have work tomorrow.
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The party is nice; Jane drinks too much. I cut her off at 10:00. Her friends are friendly enough. All her girlfriends look at me with adoring eyes. The guys all look jealous because of their dates staring at my body. Like that’s going to improve their odds of screwing me. Jane likes to dance, so we spend lots of time on the dancefloor. I’m too big to be great; I am agile enough to be decent. Plenty of guys are better dancers than me.
When I hear yelling and I see Jane say with fear, “Melinda?”
I burst up out of my seat and scanned the area.
I see a drunk guy beating the shit out of security. I see a woman screaming, “Dan, stop it.” I know that lady is one of Jane’s friends. I quickly move to his side. However, I also see two guys moving towards Jane. OH SHIT!