by Marina Blue
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Five minutes later, I was standing as nonchalantly as I could next to the fire exit of our building. I was there for maybe two minutes before it opened. “Hurry up,” a voice hissed from inside.
I stepped in to see Hiromi. She was in a green suit, and a black ponytail high up on her head.
“Thanks,” I said.
“Don’t thank me yet,” Hiromi said. “We’ve got a lot of work to do.”
“So let’s get to it.” I ran down the last flight of steps, and opened the door to the hall just a crack. I peeked through, and looked down the hallway. At the end was Jamie’s office.
But standing in front of the door was a security guard. “Shit,” I said.
“What is it?” Hiromi peeked through the door. “Shit is right.”
“What’re we going to do?” I asked.
Hiromi thought about it. Then she looked down the hall again. “I’ll handle this.”
“How?” I said.
“Easy. That’s Abel.”
“Who?” I said.
“The guy who eye fucks the shit out of me every time he sees me.”
I looked again. She was right. He was tall. Blond. With a bodybuilder’s physique. “So what’re you going to do?”
Hiromi straightened her suit. “What I never do: Dip my pen in company ink. Now, once we’re gone, sneak down there, and do your thing. I’ll come and get you when I’m done.”
“Wait, what?” I said.
Hiromi marched into the hallway. As she went, her hips swayed back and forth. Then she undid her ponytail, and the black hair it held splashed down her shoulders like a waterfall.
Abel watched it all, with huge eyes.
When Hiromi got to the end of the hall, she stopped a few inches from the big man. She was maybe half of his size. She said something.
Abel smiled and laughed. Then he shrugged. And lifted up his shirt. Even from forty feet away, I could see the guy’s abs were ridiculously ripped. The grooves between the muscles were deep enough to be speed divots in a residential road.
Hiromi giggled some, really playing up her Japanese thing. Then she ran her hands down his abs like a frontier wife cleaning socks on a washboard.
Abel smiled again.
And then Hiromi bent over. And licked his stomach.
The big man stopped smiling. His mouth fell open.
Hiromi took his hand, and led him down a side hallway.
He was a big man. Biggest I’d seen in real life. But Hiromi put almost no effort into dragging him away.
I waited a few seconds, and then sprinted down the hall, towards the door. I turned the knob, and stepped in. The bracing cold hit me like a wave. I ignored it, and ran to Jamie’s desk. On it, as I hoped, was a manila envelope with something thick inside. I tore it open, and dumped it out.
A red thumb drive hit the desk. The master key program, yes!
I scooped it up, and plugged it into the computer. Then I turned it on, and immediately began searching Randy’s files. First I sifted through anything marked finance. Then all the files in documents.
Still, I didn’t see anything out of order.
Transfers.
Supply Chain.
Finally I saw it. Detour.
I smiled. “Got you.” All I had to do was copy it. So I clicked on the icon. And pressed duplicate.
But nothing happened!
I hit it again. And still I got nothing. “Shit!” The master key didn’t work. Somehow, some way, the file was unable to be copied.
I collapsed in Jamie’s chair and dropped my head into my hands. There was nothing more I could do. My father would be back from Korea soon, and Randy would make his pitch. Of course, my father would take the offer. He’d leave Randy in his position, and be forced out of his own company. Meanwhile, I’d either be shown the door, or become Randy’s personal fuck toy. Neither one suited me.
But what could I do? This goddamn technology was no help. And I couldn’t do anything without it.
I was out of options. And the realization dawned on me.
I was finally, completely, and royally fucked.
Suddenly, my phone buzzed. I looked at it. Jamie was calling.
“Hello?” I said.
“Hey, is the key there?”
“Yeah,” I said. “But it doesn’t work.”
“I was afraid of that. I just got off the phone with the programmer, and she said that it might require an activation code. Check the letter it came in.”
I grabbed the envelope and looked inside. Sure enough, there was a piece of paper in there. And printed on it was a code. I clicked on the key’s icon at the bottom of the screen. A window popped up. On it were six empty spots. I typed in the code, very carefully. And the screen read: Activated.
Then I clicked on the Detour file again, and hit duplicate.
Another window popped up. Five minutes until complete. And it began to download the information.
“Holy shit, it’s working!” I said.
“Great,” Jamie said. “See you back at the house.”
I hung up. And my heart nearly leapt out of my chest! This was it! I was going to be free and clear. My father would never know what happened, and neither would the board or the shareholders, and I might even be able to take my rightful spot as CEO.
I just had to wait a few minutes, and this nightmare would finally be over.
Then Hiromi pushed the door open.
I stared at the clock as it counted down. Four and a half minutes left. “That was quick,” I said. “Did Abel finish that fast?”
“Who the hell is Abel, and what’re you doing here?” a man said.
I looked up and froze.
Because the person standing in the doorway was Randy. And he had two security guards with him.
Chapter 13
Damn it! I just needed another few minutes and I’d have been home free! My mind raced… I needed to stall him. I said, “Randy. What’re you doing here?”
“I could ask you the same question,” Randy said with a smug look on his face.
“Uh… I’m working.”
“In the security office? I doubt that.”
The guard on the left said, “Should we cuff her, sir?”
Randy shook his head. “No. That won’t be necessary. In fact, I can take it from here.”
“Sir?” the other asked.
“You heard me. You’re dismissed. Ms. Breitling is no threat. Besides, we need to talk. One-on-one. Granted, she’s used to having more men to deal with.”
The security guards looked at each other. Then they shrugged, and left Randy and me alone.
“What’s going on?” I said.
“Shut up, slut. I’m asking the questions.” Randy closed the door, and walked towards me. “Why are you here?”
I took a step back. Jamie’s desk still separated us. I fought the urge to glance at the screen, but that would tip my hand. But I knew I had at least four more minutes until all the information was downloaded. I said, “I’m visiting Jamie. We were discussing the new security features and-”
“Bullshit,” Randy said. “You’re trying to get into my computer to find proof of my fraud, but don’t you know, my files are encrypted and this system doesn’t have the key. You can’t do a thing, dumb ass.”
“Yeah. They’re sealed tight. Great job. Why don’t you call security back in. I’ll go quietly.” And Hiromi will sneak back in here when I’m gone and get the thumb drive as soon as I text her.
“Oh, you’ll go alright. But not before we talk. Have a seat.” He motioned to the chair closest to him.
I looked at it. Then acquiesced. “What do you want to talk about?”
He took a step forward, and lorded over me. His belt was less than a foot from my face. “You can’t be this stupid.” He took a big breath and sighed. “Although maybe you are. Maybe that’s how I beat you. You’re like all those other Ivy Leaguers, brilliant book brains for math and business, but no street smarts. No cunn
ing.” He chuckled. “Even so, I can’t believe it was this easy.”
I had to keep him talking. “Go on. Explain.”
“You know, this all started three years ago. I was amazed that they let you on the board as young as you were. But not so much when I discovered how sharp you’d become. Star at business school. Excellent musician. You’re way more than a pair of firm tits and a nice ass. And that’s when I knew, even though I wasn’t going to fuck you, you were going to fuck me.”
I looked up at him. “Excuse me?”
“I don’t mean physically, though we’ll obviously circle back to that. No. What I mean is that I knew my days were numbered, and that you would have my seat eventually. This may be a public company, but your dad holds a ton of sway. He’d have you installed as CEO as soon as he could. And with the shitty years we’ve had, I knew it would be sooner, rather than later.
“So I started diverting funds. Sending myself some cash here and there. Soon a little became a lot. And your dad got wise. Fortunately for me, he hates a scandal. He told me to resign, and if I returned the money, he’d keep my secret. It was actually a pretty good deal, considering how much I actually squirreled away. But then Sue told me about what she saw at the party last week. She showed me a copy of the video, and told me she was going to blackmail you for some cash. And that dumb lush left her phone in my office accidently. While she was gone, I watched it again, and filmed it as I did, so nobody would know I had a copy.” Randy shook his head. “Then that dumb drunk got mugged, and took herself out of the money. That was you, right?”
I looked up at him. “I guess it’s foolish to lie now. Yeah, it was me.”
“Wow. I didn’t think you had it in you. You must’ve been so pleased with yourself. Only you didn’t get all the copies.” He pulled out his phone and held it up. “This is the last one. Do you know how many times I jerked off to it? A lot. But just last night I noticed something. In the reflection in the credenza in the background, I could see who was banging you. One was the guy who tried to sneak into my office, and the other was Derrick’s new PA. I fired him immediately, along with their mutual friend who used to occupy this office.
“Thus, with my leverage protected, I can use it to bend your dad over, and do to him what those idiots did to you. I’ll keep the cash, and my job, and Derrick will resign.” He slipped his phone back into his pocket.
“You’re a real piece of shit, do you know that?” I said.
“I keep telling you, nice guys don’t get to be CEO. Anyway, I have things to do. Come on, I’ll walk you out. Unless you want to do something to change my mind…” With one hand, Randy pat my head. With the other, he scratched his dick.
Fuck, fuck, fuck! Randy was right. I was screwed. Doubly. I’d lose my promotion, and dad would leave his own company. And shit, I’d probably be forced out, too! Actually, that was triple screwed.
So much for finally living that fantasy.
In order to save myself, and my family, I had to erase the recording on his phone. And get the soft copy of his fraud for my own leverage. I knew exactly what I had to do. But I wasn’t going to be proud of it, and I wouldn’t enjoy it.
But to be the boss, you have to be willing to do a lot things like that.
Randy said, “Make up your mind, I’m getting impatient. Blowjob, or no job?”
I grabbed his belt, and stood up. “Ok, blowjob.”
Randy’s face lit up. “Really?”
“Oh yeah. But first, I have a counteroffer.”
Randy looked at me suspiciously. “What is it?”
I put my hand on his chest. “Specifically, I’m offering myself. Anytime. Anyplace. Anywhere. But not just as an unwilling partner. With you, I’ll be downright enthusiastic. You want head in the boardroom? You get head in the boardroom. You want pussy on your desk? You get pussy on your desk. And if you want hard as fuck, anal sex in my father’s office?” I leaned close to his ear. “You get hard as fuck, anal sex in my father’s office. Hell, I’ll even do most of the work.”
Randy pulled back. His eyes were wide and there was sweat on his brow. “And what do you want in return, exactly?”
“Don’t show my dad the video. Don’t fire him. And don’t fire me. We all stay right where we are. Deal?”
“Yeah,” he said hesitantly. “But why?”
“Because I love my dad and I don’t want him to see that video. But also, because anybody who can be as ruthless as you, deserves the keys to the Breitling kingdom. And access to the princess. Whenever he wants.”
Randy was kind of starry eyed. And his smile turned goofy. But then he shook it off, and his twinkling eyes narrowed. “How do I know you aren’t lying?”
“Two reasons. First, keep your leverage.”
“I can keep the video?”
“Oh yeah. I want to watch it while we fuck on my dad’s desk.”
It was barely audible, but Randy said, “Holy shit…”
I said, “And the second reason you’ll know I’m not lying, is that I’ll give you a taste of the wares right now.”
He pushed out a meek, “Really?”
“Oh yeah.” I shoved him backwards. He stepped once. Twice. Then hit the massive black cabinet behind him. I ran my hand down his chest, and opened his zipper. Reaching in, I grabbed his dick, and pulled it out. It wasn’t that large, but it was getting hard.
Randy glanced down. “Well? What are you waiting for? Get sucking.”
“With pleasure.” I got down on my knees.
He looked at me. And laughed.
“What is it?” I asked.
“I told you,” he said. “I don’t go down without a fight. But I guess you do, ha!”
I looked up at him. Licked my lips. And opened my mouth.
Then I made a fist, and drove it into his balls.
Randy screamed, grabbed his bruised dick, and bent over. “You bitch!”
I stood up. “Was it as good for you as it was for me?”
Randy looked up at me. His eyes were tearing. “I’ll ruin you, and your entire family…”
“No you won’t.” I strode to the desk, and leaned over it. The computer screen said my download was complete, so I pulled out the thumb drive, and turned around. “You won’t do a thing. Except resign like my father wants, and return the funds you stole. Idiot.” I walked to the door.
Randy swallowed hard. I suppose to stop the vomit from rising. “Fine. I’ll show this video to your dad. See what he has to say. Then I’ll put it on YouTube. Unless you kiss what you just punched, and make it all better.” Somehow he managed to straighten up.
“Video? What video?” I smiled.
“Don’t play dumb, bitch.”
“Oh,” I said, “you mean that one on your phone?”
“Of course!”
“Why don’t you show it to me?”
Randy took a step forward. But amazingly, instead of hanging by his side, his jacket flap was stuck to the black cabinet behind him, like magic. He said, “What the hell?”
I laughed. “That cabinet puts off a magnetic field to keep the files safe. If anything like a computer, or a smart phone, gets too close to it, it erases every bit of data from it. Like chalk off a board. But only if it’s close enough, and honey…” I pointed at the coat flap. It was pinned to the black cabinet by the phone in his pocket, like a child’s picture held up by a refrigerator magnet. “That’s close enough.”
Randy yanked his jacket free, and pulled out his phone. “Come on, come on, come on…” He pressed the button on the front. But nothing happened. Then he held down the button on the side. Still, nothing. “Fuck! It’s busted!”
“As a phone, yeah. But it’ll make a fine brick.” I opened the door.
“But you slut, you fucked those men! Your dad will disown you, you’ll never be president!”
I laughed again. “Actually, it’s kind of like fraud, if you can’t prove it, did it really happen?”
He stood there, with his flaccid dick out, and a du
mb look on his face.
“See you at the board meeting. I’m looking forward to your resignation speech. And remember to return the funds my father couldn’t find before then. Otherwise…” I held up the thumb drive. “I’ll release this information to the press. Obviously, I’m not as scandal averse as my father, and I’d love to see you get raked over the coals in the media before going to jail.”
Randy’s face twisted into a grotesque mask of rage. “You bitch, you fucking bitch!”
I paused in the doorway, and said, “Nice guys don’t get to be CEO. Ta-ta!”
And with that, I walked out of the room.
Chapter 14
“To the CEO!” Hiromi was holding up a glass of champagne. We were standing in my home, in the very room our office party had been held in, one week prior.
“CEO… I like the sound of that.” I took a sip of bubbly. “So, how was everything with Abel? I feel bad you had to put yourself in that position.”
“First off, it wasn’t one position. It was like eight. And second, don’t feel bad. I’m seeing him tonight.”
I laughed. “It was that good?”
She sighed. “The absolute best. It’s like I said about those bad boys… They’re a handful, maybe two, but they can make you feel like a woman.”
“Glad to hear it worked out.”
“Not for Randy. I have to say, that speech you gave today to the board, the way you spoke about him, you were brutal,” Hiromi said.
“A real prick once told me that nice guys don’t get to be CEO.”
“Ahh,” Hiromi said, “but you’re not a guy.”
“No, I’m not. But I sure as hell handled a bunch this week.”
“That you did. But will you be handling them any more?”
I glanced towards the hallway. “Maybe. We’ll see. If I do, it’ll be on my terms.”
Hiromi lifted her glass again. “Control. Never give it up.”
We clinked glasses again. “That’s great advice.”
We finished the rest of the bottle in less than twenty minutes, and finally Hiromi went to leave. “So where are the boys now?”
“In my study,” I said.