Page 7 of His Revenge
With that, Chris and I leave my office, taking the executive elevator to a conference room on a lower floor.With his hand on the door, my buddy turns to me.
“Ready?”he asks.
I grunt.
“Why not.”
Then, the slab swings open and it’s more of the same.There are a bunch of twenty-something’s milling about the spacious conference room.They look ridiculous, to be honest, like children in business suits.They’re fresh-faced and well-scrubbed, and one young man’s hair even seems to be slicked down with extra-strength Brylcreem, as if he’s ready for a class photo.
“Mr.Landry,” a middle-aged woman rushes over.“Hello, I’m Helena from HR.Thank you for coming to this welcome party for our summer interns.It’s just a small thing where we orient them to Excel Properties...”
The rest of her speech fades in my ears because I’ve just caught sight of a young woman who’s breathtakingly beautiful.In fact, I know her because it’s my ex-stepdaughter, Minnie.But what the fuck is Minnie doing here?She’s certainly dressed for the part, in a white button-down shirt which highlights her big bust, tucked into a slim-fit pencil skirt.Her blonde hair is tied back neatly into a low bun, and goddamn, but her lips are the perfect shade of pearly pink.I’d love to see that glossy mouth lapping along the veins of my cock.I’d love to see her on her knees, nude and lush, as she sucks teasingly at my aching balls, looking up at me with those innocent blue eyes.
But what the fuck is Minnie doing here?Faintly, I hear Helena speaking.
“This is Brandon, from Villanova.Brandon, would you like to say a few words about yourself?”
The Brylcreem boy practically bursts with excitement and opens his mouth for an introduction, but I don’t hear any of it.I think he says something about having a long-standing interest in multi-family housing, but I could be wrong.He could be reciting the dictionary, for all I know or care, and after a short smatter of applause, Helena smiles at Minnie.
“And this is Mary,” she says.“Mary, would you like to say a few words about yourself to the group?”
Minnie smiles sweetly.
“Actually, no one calls me Mary.It’s a name my mom gave me because she was close to her great-aunt, Mary Amelia.But I’ve never gone by either moniker because people have always called me Minnie.”
“That’s good to know,” Helena nods, scribbling a note on her clipboard.“And where do you go to school?”
Minnie smiles again, breathtakingly beautiful in her office-appropriate workwear.In fact, I already see quite a few of the young guns in the room appraising her curvy assets, as if getting ready to ask her on a date as soon as these goddamn introductions are over.What the fuck?This is literally their first day on premises.
They’re baby sharks, the voice in my head whispers.They want to be just like you, Brad, and who can blame them?Your stepdaughter is fucking H-O-T.
It’s true.I’d be doing the same in their shoes, but fortunately, I’m not in their shoes.I’m the fucking CEO of this place and there’s no way a band of Young Turks is going to move in and snatch the curvy girl from my grasp.Not if I have anything to do with it.But now, Minnie’s talking again, and I force myself to focus on her words as those luscious lips move.
“Well, I just finished my junior year at Evergreen, and I’m actually a journalism major, with a minor in rhetoric.But everyone knows that the newspaper industry is going down the tubes, and so I was lucky to land this position.I’m interested in marketing, and think that working for a big firm like Excel could help me develop my skills in this area.”
“Perfect,” Helena hums, nodding with approval.“Marketing is a huge part of the construction and development business, so you’re in the right place.Next.Rachel, is it?Please share a few tidbits about yourself.”
The group’s attention focuses on a mousy brunette standing next to Minnie, but I hardly notice the new girl.Instead, my blue gaze is trained on the young blonde, and she can feel it.She makes eye contact and smiles at me a tiny bit, but more with her eyes than her lips.Ah ha.She doesn’t want the crowd to know that we’re related, even if the bond has been broken since.
But it’s fine.I have nothing to hide, and I don’t give a fuck if the entire world knows that Minnie is my stepdaughter.Yet with all the current sniping about nepo-babies and inequality, I can see why Minnie would want to keep it under wraps.No problem.I’m happy to play by her rules ...for now at least.
My mind still swirling, I realize that the woman from HR is now addressing me.I have to give some sort of short welcome speech, and utter niceties about how Excel will benefit from these young people’s talents, and how their paths are being paved to a steady professional future.Fortunately, it’s easy enough because I’ve given so many anodyne speeches in the past that the words roll off my tongue.Even more, I see Minnie watching, her big blue eyes fixed on my massive form.I see how she crosses her arms over her breasts, emphasizing their luscious shape.I see how she licks her lips unconsciously, the pink flicker of her tongue driving me to distraction.Suddenly, this summer just got a whole lot better ...even as a plan for revenge hatches in my head.
4
Minnie
I’ve been at Excel for a week now, and it’s been uneventful.After seeing Brad that first day during orientation, I never saw him afterwards.Then again, what was I expecting?The billionaire is the CEO of a huge development and construction outfit.By contrast, I’m a new intern who’s here to learn about the real estate business, with absolutely no experience.We’re at opposite ends of the spectrum, so it’s no surprise that our paths haven’t crossed.
But I’m genuinely interested in learning the ins and outs of real estate marketing because the newspaper industry is spiraling down the drain.I need to find a new career, stat, and yet none of the interns have been assigned any actual “work” to date.As a result, we read the Employee Handbook, browse random sites online, and draw pictures on our Post-It notes.A few people have already constructed elaborate flip-books using their stickies, and it’s quite clever, actually.There’s one of Mickey Mouse dunking a basketball, and that person really should go into illustration and design, rather than real estate.
But here we are, twiddling our thumbs and bored out of our minds.I was hoping to get some Candy Crush in, but my roomie Lila convinced me not to.
“It’s too obvious,” she said the last time we were on the phone.“The jewel colors are too bright, and even if people can’t see your screen, they can see your eyes tracking.It’s a dead giveaway.”
“But I turn the volume off,” I protest.“And I’m very subtle.You can hardly see my fingers moving.”
“I hate to break it to you, Mins, but nobody’sthatsubtle,” Lila smirks.“Especially after they level up or get some juicy bonus.Their eyes light up like a kid in a candy store, and it’s obvious what’s happening.Besides, isn’t this your stepdad’s company?It would be so shameful for his stepdaughter to be whiling away her time on video games when she’s supposed to be working.”
