Page 31 of Vows In Corruption

For a few minutes, I was enamored by her and I didn’t want the feeling go away.

It should have though. It should have when she told me that today was her first day in an assistant position. That should have been my first clue as to who she was, but I wanted to be naive. I wanted to think that we had hired other assistants to start today and this was not the woman I told Linda to hire for myself. The the few minutes that I spoke to her, I wanted to believe that this woman wasn’t going to be my new employee, which would ultimately make her off limits according to company policy. I wanted to be naive but then she said her name and the naiveness went out the window.

You would think that the second I had confirmation that the woman I had volunteered to walk up to the eighth floor was indeed my new assistant, that the intrigue and my attention span would have wavered, but no. The second I heard her name escape her lush lips, not a single fuck in the world was given. The woman intrigued me and I didn’t give a single shit that she was my new employee. I didn’t give a shit down stares and I still don’t give a shit.

Am I going to do anything about this found attraction to my new employee? No, but that still doesn’t stop me from want to know every single last detail about her. And it partly has to do with her ability to capture my attention.

I have to know if she can be trusted. More so now that I find myself wanting to actually be Bennett when I’m around her and no just another cold hearted asshole. If I’m going to be CEO, I need people in my corner that aren’t going to stab me in the back and go spilling my dirty secrets to every single person they met.

Which Is why I’m currently letting myself into the the company database. I need to learn all that I can about this woman that her resume didn’t tell me and I need to do it before she comes up to my office and officially starts her first day.

I may not be CEO but I know every single thing that happens within every sector of this company. The board my think that by keeping me from being the head of the company, they take away my ability to know anything and everything that they do. But they’re wrong. With a few swipes of my fingers I have access to everything that this company buys, sells and does. Every email that is being written and sent and every single employee file for all the individuals that has worked under the name Lane Enterprises in the last sixty years. And the board is none the wiser.

That’s what happens when the board and all the execs are a bunch of old nimrods that only care about their egos, and filling their pockets and not bettering the company.

Every single technology upgrade that this company has seen in the last ten years has been because of me and not because the board thought about it.

Hell, if I hadn’t stepped up behind the boards back and gave myself access to the company data base, and implemented a high cyber security system, we would’ve been hacked more times that they would have known to do with and lost millions in the process.

A bunch of good for nothing old ass idiots.

Soon, though.

Soon, they will be all gone and then this company will be mine and I’ll be able to do whatever needs to be done to keep the company at the very top. I don’t need a bunch of old men telling what the fuck I can and I cannot do. I get enough of that from Henry in my personal life.

With a few more swipes of my fingers, I find Ella’s employee filed that was created this morning and skim through all the information that she provided. There’s nothing here that will tell me if she is trust worthy or not, which is something that I expected, but I do take note that the references she provided aren’t tied to the company whatsoever. A good thing.

As the elevator dings for the fortieth floor, I mentally write down the date of brith and address, to send over to someone to look deeper into Ms Vincent, and slide my phone back into my pant pocket before the elevator doors open.

Just like down on the eighth floor, the second I step foot off the elevator, all eyes are on me. You would think that I have three heads by the amount of times people fucking stare.

Apparently it doesn’t matter how much time has passed since you started working in the same building as them, if you share a name with the company that they work for, they will stare and think of you as an anomaly.

Some individuals will even make fuck-me eyes at you in hopes that you would notice them and stop living up to your most-eligible bachelor title and marry them so that they can get a hand of the millions you inherited and the billions that you built.

But what they don’t know is that I’m not going to be marrying a single one of them, even if I wanted to.

Marriage isn’t something that I want. Not now. Not later in life. Not even with my parents as an example. There are important aspects to life that don’t require a wife, and besides, I already have children, I don’t need anymore.

Especially if they come out just as mouthy as their cousins.

Putting the thought of a wife and marriage out of my mind, with all the annoying stares, I walk the remainder distance to my office.

The office that was given to me when I made the company over ten million dollars in one single quarter.

You would think with how much the board hates me, they would put me in an office the size of the closet, with no windows or air conditioning, but when you bring in as much money as I do, they can’t really do that. Especially with all the high profile meetings I have any given week.

I find it ironic that they will give me a corner office, not my father’s old one that Gerald currently occupies, the one on the top floor with redwood doors and floor to ceiling windows, but they won’t give me an executive title.

Doesn’t matter though, the title I want is going to me mine in no time.

As I approach my office, I go through everything that I need to get done today, including the meeting the I’m late for and sending off Ella’s information over to someone, but all those plans go out the window when I step into my designated room and see that it’s not empty.

Sitting behind my desk, in the chair that was specifically made for me, is Peter Hill, the chairman to the Lane Enterprises board of directors. And my number one enemy.

From day one, Mr. Hill has been trying everything in his power to make me not only leave the company but also sell my shares.

He wants the company for himself, I just fucking know it, but he will never gets his hands on it. Even if I’m dead.

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