Finn heaved a sigh of relief, satisfied that the months of meetings and negotiations were finally over. Finn pushed back his chair and walked over to Mr. Emmanson.
“Mr. Emmanson,” Finn called out, his right hand stretched towards him. “It was nice doing business with you.”
The distressed entrepreneur smiled, taking Finn’s hands in his. “The pleasure is all mine. Congratulations to you.”
Finn smiled, the sparkle from his blue eyes adding more youthfulness to his looks. “Thank you.”
Finn faced the representatives of the two companies. “Ladies and gentlemen, congratulations to us all and thank you all for cooperating to make this new milestone a reality.”
Finn’s little vote of thanks seemed to stir up delight from the representatives of the two companies as they all exchanged handshakes and congratulated each other.
Once the last of the representatives of Mervi Global had taken their leave, Finn faced his staff. “Thank you for playing your parts well and congratulations to you all.” He paused to scan their excited faces. “You’re now staff of the largest producers of breakfast cereals and consumable goods in Ireland.”
A loud ovation followed. Finn waited patiently for his excited staff to calm down.
“The official unveiling of our new logo will be held at a dinner party this coming Friday. Once full arrangements have been made, I will have my secretary communicate the time and venue to you. Once again, congratulations to us all and see you at the event on Friday.”
His staff gave him a round of applause and waited for him to take his leave before retiring to their offices.
Finn walked back to his office, his gait suggesting to his secretary who trailed behind him that he was in a relaxed state. He stopped at his door and turned to face her.
“Tell Skye to get me a bottle of red wine and a glass.”
“Yes sir,” Emer replied and waited for him to get into his office before pushing the glass door of her office.
Skye’s smiling face greeted her with a curious stare.
Emer stared back, smiling. “What’s that look on your face?”
“How did it go?” Skye asked and listened eagerly.
“As expected, it went well. The merger has been sealed.”
“Wow! That’s really great.”
“Yeah,” Emer who was getting tired replied and walked to her seat. “That reminds me,” she said, raising her fingers in a way that suggested that she just remembered a very important detail. “Mr. Oscar wants a bottle of red wine and a glass. Please get it to him immediately.”
“Yes ma’am,” Skye replied and quickly tidied up the documents on her desk.
“In case you don’t see me when you’re out, just know that I’m off to lunch.”
“Alright,” Skye replied, wondering what made her so confident that she won’t come back to meet her. Suddenly, she remembered the series of wild sex she’s had in Finn’s office and her heart skipped.
Did Emer know what was going on between Finn and her?
Her hands trembled as the thought crossed her mind. She recalled all the episodes in Finn’s office and the time they usually took place. It dawned on her that Emer may not be aware of anything since she always met Finn during the lunch break and Emer was always out for lunch. She hurried towards Finn’s office, glad that their little secret was safe with them.
“Come in,” Finn ordered as soon as she knocked. Skye pushed the door open with her elbow and proceeded to set the items before Finn.
“Congratulations sir,” she said as she placed the tray containing the drink and glass on his table.
“Thank you,” he replied and reached for the drink. Skye watched him uncork the bottle and pour the drink for himself. Despite his attempt to remain his normal bossy self, Skye could still see the excitement on his face and the sparkle in his blue eyes as he sipped his drink. This must be his best Monday, she reasoned.
His voice broke off the silence, “You can go back to your office.”
“Yes sir,” she replied and turned towards the door, wondering what happened to their usual lunch time escapades and, at the same time, glad that that she could have her lunch time all to herself.
Skye shut her bedroom door behind her and went to join the woman on the couch.
“Hi mom,” she said.
“Hi baby,” Mabel Foster replied and reached out to stroke Skye’s hair. “How are you doing, baby?”
“I’m good,” she replied, leaning back on the sofa.
Skye noticed her mom’s fresh twists. She reached out to feel the twisted strands of hair.
“Did you make these today?” Skye asked.
“Yes,” Mabel replied. “There is this new African hair stylist in town and I thought to try her out before I completely loose them all.”
Skye’s eyes caught the numerous bald patches in between most of the twists – a saddening reminder of her mom’s battle with cancer. Not wanting to dwell on the sad state of her health, she made a good attempt at ignoring them.
“She must really be good at making twists. “This is really lovely. I should get the same hairdo this Friday.”
“Thanks darling. You should try it out too. I’m sure it would look good on you.”
Skye smiled. Her mom was always in the habit of encouraging her to look good.
Mabel Foster reached out for the television remote and paused the show she was watching. She held Skye’s hands.
“I saw the rent payment receipt. Thank you so much.” Her eyes were getting moist as she spoke.
“You’re welcome mom. Seeing you relieved of some financial burdens is my delight.”
Mabel’s smiles deepened as she stretched her arms towards Skye. Skye held her mom in a warm embrace. When they finally disengaged, Mabel stared into Skye’s eyes, her mood dropping gradually.
“What’s wrong mom?” Skye asked, surprised at the sudden change in her mood.
“I’ve been wondering how you were able to raise the money in such a short time considering that you’re yet to receive your first paycheck.” She stared on in silence.
Skye held her hands. “Mom, you don’t have to worry about anything. Just so you know, I got the money legitimately.”
Mabel’s face brightened up. “For real? And you’re not owing anyone?”
“For real, mom,” Skye replied, hoping that her next offer would not raise more suspicions.
“Guess what?” Skye asked, once the little tension that had built up had dissolved.
Mabel thought for a while, her eyes fixed on Skye’s face in a futile attempt to read her mind.
“Alright,” she said, throwing her hands in the air after a moment of thinking. “I’m never good at the guessing game. Spill the beans already.”
Skye’s lips widened into a broad smile. “I’m taking you for a weekend getaway at the Grand Irish Hotel and Golf Resort.”
Mabel looked suspiciously at Skye. “You’re kidding me, right?”
Skye shook her head. “No kidding mom. I have made reservations for us this weekend. We leave for Dublin on Saturday morning, first flight. You deserve the best.”
Mabel’s reservation about Skye’s new spending habit gave way to a mood change, one which Skye couldn’t help noticing.
“Are you sure about this?” Mabel asked, visibly worried. “I hope you’re not…”
“Mom,” Skye called out gently. “You have nothing to be scared of. I’m not doing anything illegal.”
That reply seemed reassuring enough for Mabel as her face brightened up immediately. Mabel had always been fascinated with the idea of having a weekend treat at the newest five-star hotel in the country’s capital and Skye figured that it would be great if she gave her a little weekend treat.
Mabel extended her arms towards Skye who came running into her embrace. “Thank you, my baby.”
“You’re welcome,” Skye replied, still clinging tightly to her.
Chapter Eight
Skye arrived at the party
venue dressed in a red shimmery gown. The reflections of the colored bulbs on her gave her dress an extra sparkle as she journeyed towards the red carpet. Her well twisted hair which she had made a fringe from added an extra glow to her heavy make-up.
She looked round to see other guests sitting on round tables sipping wine. Through the dim lights that shone round the perimeter of the open field, she could also see people dancing to the rhythm of some blues from the live band while others talked in small groups of twos and threes.
The official photographers were on standby to take pictures of guests. One of them offered to take pictures of her. She put out her right leg through the long slit on her dress, exposing her soft, dark thighs and her red high-heeled sandals. Holding her red clutch tightly with her left hand, she fondled her silver necklace to be sure that it was well positioned on her low-neck dress.
The photographer noticed her attempt to get herself ready for her first shoot.
“You look stunning and your natural twists are totally lovely.”
There was a sparkle in his eyes as he spoke, one that gave Skye the impression that his compliments came from a sincere heart.
Skye smiled. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome ma’am,” the young photographer replied in his Irish accent. “Are you ready?”
“Sure,” Skye replied, beaming with smiles.
The photographer took several shots of her in different positions. The most striking one was when she turned her back to the full glare of the photographer and other guests. Her back was bare down to her waist regions with two thin red strips crossing diagonally from her neckline down to her waistline.
“Look at that ass,” a male guest said. “It’s thick and curvy, just the way I like it.”
Skye smiled as she waited for the camera to click. She knew that the photographer had taken the last shot when she felt two flashes of white lights beam on her bare back.
“There you go,” the photographer announced. “You can download your copies of the pictures from the company’s web gallery.”
“Thank you,” Skye said, glad that at the level of professionalism that he displayed.
“You’re welcome,” he replied as he got ready to take pictures of other guests.
Skye walked past round tables and chairs, her eyes peering across each number tag in her quest to locate her seat number. Her grace and poise made her the cynosure of many pairs of eyes.
After her brief search, she found her seat and sat with her legs crossed. A waitress walked past her with a tray containing glasses of champagne.
“Excuse me please,” Skye said. “May I have a glass please?”
“Sure,” the waitress replied.
Skye took a sip of the drink and relaxed to enjoy the cool music from the live band. Occasionally, she’d look round the field for any sign of Aine or any of her colleagues.
A hoarse male voice from the stage sounded across the perimeters of the now brightly lit field, immediately preceded by a still silence.
“Good evening ladies and gentlemen,” the MC began. “Welcome to the official unveiling of the new logo of FinCorp Inc. With a standing ovation, let’s welcome to the stage, Mr. Finn Oscar, the CEO of FinCorp Inc.”
The crowd comprising of the staff of FinCorp, the board of directors and notable entrepreneurs from Ireland all rose to their feet to welcome Finn to the stage.
Finn approached the wooden lectern on which FinCorp had been inscribed in bold. His intimidating height contrasted with that of the MC who quickly took a bow and left for his seat.
“Thank you,” Finn said as soon as the noise had subsided. “You may now be seated.”
Finn waited for his guests to have their seats before continuing his ovation. “Thank you once again for gracing this occasion with your esteemed presence,” he began, taking little breaks intermittently to look round the faces of the guests. “The past couple of months have been the toughest in the history of FinCorp Inc. as we had to go through a series of meetings and negotiations before the merger could be sealed.”
While he paused to observe the audience, two men went to stand at opposite ends of the black backdrop, their hands holding the rope from which the backdrop was suspended.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” Finn continued, smiling. “It’s my pleasure to unveil the new official logo of FinCorp Inc., the largest producers of breakfast cereals and other consumable goods in the whole of Ireland.”
As soon as his short speech came to an end, the young men pulled down the rope and the backdrop came falling down, revealing the new logo. Finn stood in front of the logo, flashes of light from different cameras beaming on him and the logo.
The ovation from the crowd was understandably deafening for a simple reason: the logo was simple, yet very symbolic. There were three arrow heads facing up, the biggest arrow being in between the other two that had similar height. The head of the biggest arrow extended to the sides, slightly forming a shade for the small arrows.
Skye found herself standing in awe of the logo. The brilliance of the designers amazed her. Having worked for the firm for some time, she understood the significance of the three arrows. FinCorp Inc. was a parent firm incorporating three companies, each responsible for producing different commodities.
After the official unveiling events, a series of musical interludes ensued. Skye grabbed another glass of champagne from a waiter who was passing by. She swirled to the rhythm of the new age music from the live band as she took slow sips of her drink.
“You seem to be having a nice time,” a familiar female voice said behind her.
Skye turned to face her with a smile. “Sure I am,” she replied. “But not as much as I would if I had seen you earlier.”
Aine smiled. “Now you have seen me. Let the fun begin!”
The two friends laughed, each taking time to admire the other. Skye couldn’t get her eyes off Aine’s black silk gown and her silver shoes and accessories.
“You look hot, girl,” Skye said.
“And you look smashing yourself,” Aine replied.
Skye smiled. Aine was good with compliments. “Thank you.”
The live band bowed out, giving room for the disc jockey to thrill the guests with some hip hop. The younger staff responded with shouts of joy. Aine pulled Skye gently into the crowd, their drinks still in their hands.
“Hope you’re having fun?” Aine asked, almost shouting so Skye could hear.
“Sure,” Skye replied in a similar tone, still swirling her curvy body to the rhythm of the music.
Skye spotted Finn whispering to the MC. After a moment of drooling over Finn’s smart appearance and handsome looks, she took her eyes off him for fear of being noticed by Aine.
A while later, after several futile attempts to cheat nature, Skye finally decided to go empty her bladder.
“I need to use the rest room,” she shouted into Aine’s ears.
“What?” Aine asked, her voice raised in an attempt to compensate for the loud sound from the stereos.
“I need to use the rest room,” Skye repeated, this time, raising her voice.
Aine slowed down her dancing pace. She brought out a little card from her clutch. “In that case, you will need this to get past the security.”
Skye took the security pass from her. “Thank you,” she said, dropping her drink on the nearest table. “I’ll be right back.”
“Okay darling,” Aine replied. “Take care of yourself.”
“I will,” Skye replied and walked towards the main administrative block.
With the security pass, she was able to boycott unnecessary security protocols. She hit the elevator, wondering why Finn had chosen to host the event within the firm’s premises when he could have conveniently done so in a hotel.
At the convenience, once relieved, she cleaned up and hurried out to lock the main door. As she turned back towards the corridor, she noticed that Finn’s door was partially open. She didn’t remember seeing the door open when
she went into her office earlier. Suspicious that something was amiss, she tiptoed to the door. She bent towards the doorknob and pressed her right ear against the door. All she could hear were footsteps within the office, immediately followed by the clanging of a door. The only sound she could hear in the still silence that followed was the sound of her racing heartbeat.
Soon, the clanging sound came again, this time, louder than before and then she heard Finn’s voice. He seemed to be arguing with someone whose voice she could barely hear. Scared that whoever Finn was arguing with might try to harm him, she pressed her ear even closer to the door, hoping to make out the owner of the other voice.
Skye’s right heel tripped off, pushing her towards the door. She staggered to stop herself from falling and making a sound that would alert whoever was in Finn’s office of a third-party presence. Before she could maintain her gait, she tripped towards her right hand, pushing open the half-closed door in the process.
Embarrassed, Skye stood up from the cold floor and began to think of a reasonable explanation to give to Finn for this rude interruption.
The thud from Skye’s fall startled Finn who quickly disconnected the phone line to face her. There, it dawned on Skye that Finn was not in danger as she earlier suspected. She felt silly for coming this far only to end up eavesdropping on her boss’s phone conversation.
“I’m sorry sir,” she mumbled. “I was… I came to use the convenience.” She stared quietly at him, hoping that her apology and brief explanation would suffice.
For the next few seconds, Finn stared silently at her, his eyes roving her entire body. There was a sparkle in his eyes as he looked at the ravishing beauty in front of him. He felt a warm tickle on his slowly rising cock as his eyes rested on her cleavage. He knew from the way her nipples pointed firmly through her red gown that she wasn’t wearing a bra.
He smiled as he walked closer to her. “Makes it more interesting,” he said, pulling her into his warm arms.
Skye who was surprised at his calm disposition stared quietly, wondering why he wasn’t mad at her. She finally figured that it must be the excitement of the successful event.
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