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Taking a seat at his oversized desk, his hand ran across the smooth surface, awakening an entirely different set of distractive thoughts. His pulse picked up as he reminisced about the tantalizing women he’d had bent over the custom-carved cherry wood. Though he’d never sought out their company, an endless string of women appeared in spades when the mood struck him. He’d never bothered exchanging numbers, making do with the quick thrills an abundance of nameless, faceless ladies could provide. He demanded unyielding privacy at home, but bringing them to the lap of his empire’s luxury seemed to satiate everyone’s needs.

He glanced the time on his watch, and opened up a Skype window.

DRAKE: Gina, I need that new driver ready for lunch at Le Bernardin.

GINA: On it. And he’ll be early.

DRAKE: I’m sure he will. You have a definite je ne sais quoi with our service contractors. Must be your remarkable charm. Speaking of which, how’s your new assistant?

GINA: Oh, you should really take a look for yourself.

Alex flipped on his monitor. Years ago, some lunatic demanded his contract be paid in full, and when Gina refused, he pulled a knife on her. Although she talked him off the ledge, they didn’t have enough to prosecute or sue. It was her word against his. A week later, cameras were installed in key locations throughout the skyscraper, with several in and around her office. Spying on employees wasn’t his speed, but every now and again she’d give him a heads up there was something to see. Alex moved closer to the monitor, and tried to expand the view.

DRAKE: Is she holding what I think she’s holding?

GINA: Yup.

Alex watched the young assistance with her hands below the desk, hastily spinning a Rubik’s cube, scrambling and unscrambling it over and over again.

DRAKE: She’s quick. Competition level. So, you thinking what I’m thinking?

GINA: Well, I’m thinking she’s not the sharpest tack. I mean, she’s obviously trying to hide what she’s doing, oblivious to the fact that the wall behind her is made entirely of glass, and I can see everything. And I’m predicting I’m about to lose an assistant, and not because I get the benefit of firing her. Nope, you’re going to poach yet another one of my assistant’s for other areas of the firm.

DRAKE: Any military background?

Alex watched her shoulders sink as her head fell back in defeat. She dragged her keyboard to her lap and typed.

GINA: Yes. Secret clearance. Music to your ears. Geeks unite. So, where’s this one going?

DRAKE: Not sure yet. Get with the Assessment Team and see if there’s any aptitude for coding or crypto.

GINA: Of course, since I’ve had her for a week, why not?

Through her voiceless typing, he heard every irritated inflection of her tone.

DRAKE: Hey, I’m saving you from serious jail time. Another few days of watching this, and you’d kill this kid. And it’s not just geeks. Justin Bieber can spin a cube in under two minutes.

GINA: Fine. Let me call the car service before my next appointment.

Alex knew she was peeved. Leaving it at that was completely out of the question. He teed up a cheap thrill that would ease her mood.

DRAKE: Aw, c’mon. Tell me how you really feel?

Gina inconspicuously placed her hand behind her head, as if to fix her hair, and discretely showed him he was “number one.” Somehow, the internationally recognized sign for go fuck yourself always brought a smile to his face. Truth be known, Gina never imagined her request for monitors would lead to her giving the finger to the boss more often than not. In her mind, it was a perk.

Getting flipped off usually meant time was up on the webcast, but Alex noticed the elevator opening. Even through the office’s glass walls, the camera picked up the shapely legs and suggestively voluptuous body of a new distraction. What do we have here?

Like Fife before him, Alex fixated on her beautiful, porcelain breasts, firm yet softly jiggling with her every step. As she closed in on the reception desk, she tripped, and subtle laughter erupted from a near giddy Alex. Oh, there goes her heel. His hand touched the monitor off button, but something about her held him steady. The view of her made him wish he’d invested in a slightly higher resolution system.

Watching the scene unravel, he sensed Gina was about to do what she did best, and his eager fingers turned up the volume. Gina wasn’t hired for her people pleasing skills. She was the human capital gatekeeper to his corporate fortress, guarding it like a 300-pound bouncer. Whoever “Ms. Blazer” was, Alex knew she was on her way to getting bounced out.

The distraction of being front and center for a showdown raised his heart rate again. His frantic mood swings were laying a path he shouldn’t walk, but anticipation filled him. This pretty young thing was about to get her perfectly round ass handed to her on a platter. He couldn’t tear himself away. But the drama about to ensue wasn’t the only thing holding him. Something about this girl seemed unusual. Interesting. And the longer he watched, the more interesting she got.

He sat there, transfixed. After a few minutes of speaking with Gina, he watched her stand. It looked as though she would head out. Instead she whipped around, becoming more and more exaggerated with each passing second, implying Gina was an asshole like all the other assholes she’s met in her life. At least she hasn’t lost her touch.

As the scene played out, he took another swig of his coffee. A smile curled up his lips as the jiggles and feistiness triggered a throbbing in his pants.

“Oh, and the reason I look and smell like this is that another jack-hole that works in this building crashed into me on my way in, dousing my beautiful clearance-Chanel, white blouse with a full-on hit of his Kentucky coffee.”

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