“Let’s hope.”
“There’s no hoping. She will be.” I’m confident as I take a sip of my scotch.
We live the high life and I don’t care what Chase thinks. I’m happy. I’ve got top shelf scotch in my hand and a secretary just aching for me to cum inside of her. I’ve got the best of the world at my fingertips.
“I gotta go,” I say, not finishing the drink.
It’s nice to be able to afford to waste things.
“Have fun.” He casts me a dark smile, knowing full well I intend to make good on his sloppy seconds.
We share everything around here, especially women. I make my exit and try to disguise the massive hard-on I have just thinking about Tiffany’s full lips wrapped around me as I pump cum down her throat. Life is fucking good.
Cameron
Chase has just called me into his office to discuss a potential new recruit. His voice was unusually optimistic, which is a huge leap for Chase who’s normally so fucking nonchalant, so I wonder what’s up.
I pull my Gucci suit jacket on and leave the sumptuous confines of my office. As the most senior member of Holt, Banks, and Shea, I get to have the corner office with the best view. While the building’s all luxe and modern, my office has a traditional tone to it that reflects my traditional tastes.
My wooden desk is an antique worth $30,000, my bookshelves were painstakingly handcrafted by some of the best woodworkers sent in from Italy. I have all the first editions of the classics lining those shelves, and I have all the awards and medals displayed that I’ve earned over the years, for well, just fucking being me.
I’m the guy that gets stuff done. I’m the closer. I can lock in any politician that’s wavering because I have the uncanny ability to earn someone’s trust without even trying. Maybe it’s my serious demeanor or that fact that I always look in control, and the truth is, I am.
I work hard to stay a step above everyone else. I excel at what I do and I’m good at practically anything I try, be it sailing, or golf, or whatever the fuck else…I can pick it up, no problem.
It’s what made me fly to the top of the class at Harvard, and it’s what’s earned me prestigious business awards.
With my help, the firm has gotten more politicians elected than you could count. Remember Governor Williams of Pennsylvania? We did that. And Senator Ross Guilia from NYC? We fucking did that too.
I put my blood, sweat, and tears into this firm. We started it from the ground up, and even though I did it together with my two best friends, I like to think that my being slightly senior (by five years) gives me that edge.
Right now, I wonder what has Chase so aroused. Usually, he’s the first to point out where something’s lacking.
Poor guy has it too good. When you grow up rich, you’re so accustomed to comfort and luxury, it’s easy to forget the highlights of life and how good money is. He’s been sated by having experienced too much too soon. We’re constantly trying to lift him up and into new action.
I walk down the plush hallway and feel proud. The steel columns and large expanses of floor to ceiling windows are because of me, Chase, and Adam.
What started as a simple idea written on the back of napkins during our early twenties has become a fucking billion-dollar empire. We wanted to be the political backrest on which politicians could lean. And now we’ve achieved that dream of being a company that supports candidates in a new way.
Our golden touch shoots them to stardom. We’re the best of the best and at such a young age. We’re sharks in the goddamn water. Once we put our weight behind someone they’re almost guaranteed overnight success.
I go into Chase’s office.
“Hey man.”
“Hi.”
“What’s so important that I had to come all the way down here?” I examine the modern textures and grey furnishings that Chase has selected.
His aesthetic is different from my mine, more industrial.
“You’ll never guess who’s sending us a new recruit.”
I rack my brain to think of all the people we know with good taste. Being in this business means you gain a lot of connections in every sphere. It’s really fucking helpful. Networking is everything and we have a great network.
“I’m at a loss. Who?”
“Sebastian fucking King.”
“No! He didn’t.”
Chase places his hands together, his smirk nothing less than pleased. For once, he’s happy. He knows that I know what this means.
Sebastian is a major player in town and he has a penchant for picking out women who are the creme de la creme. If he sends someone your way you better take it. More importantly, if he sends someone…she’s gonna be a goddamn bombshell.