“Next month.”
“Is everything okay?”
“I think so. I can’t see why they would have a reason to complain. We look after their interests very nicely.”
“Indeed, we do.”
“Alright, then. You’ve been absolutely fucking useless in solving my issues, so I guess I’ll head back to the docks and break some knees.”
“Don’t leave any witnesses,” I said with a grin.
“Your hands are clean, princess,” he laughed before he left. “Let’s keep them that way.”
“Am I seeing you after work?”
“Yeah, see you at the club for a drink. There’s a gorgeous new hostess I’d like to introduce to my dick.”
He was gone before I could comment.
* * *
It had been a week since the interview with Angelica. I was happy that she’d accepted the position at my company.
It was Monday morning–her first day. I passed by her office on the way to mine. The door was open, and she was sitting at her desk, focusing on whatever was on her PC’s screen.
She hadn’t noticed me, so I watched her for a while. She wore her hair up, emphasizing her swan-like neck. She had on a fine, string necklace with a small diamond that nestled in the suprasternal notch of her neck. Angelica’s white blouse was pulling slightly at the first two buttons, revealing a white lace bra that had the enviable task of snuggling her perky breasts.
I could easily have stood there all day, just watching her blinking. But I had work to do and what I was doing was beginning to feel a little creepy. So, I cleared my throat. She looked up.
“Good morning,” I said, trying my best to appear non-stalkerish.
“Hi. How long have you been standing there?”
“Not long. I take it my PA is keeping you busy.”
“Nothing I can’t handle, but yes.”
“Good. Feel free to ask if you need anything.”
“Will do,” she said.
I got the impression she was trying to get rid of me. She simply returned my gaze without saying another word.
“Right, then,” I said, feeling like a spare part. “I’ll leave you to it.”
“Thanks.”
“Oh, welcome to the madhouse,” I said before I walked away.
Tres cool, dumbass.
My father had a short list of things a boss should never do. One of the items on that list was diddling the help. He was pretty firm about that one. I saw the merit in his thinking. Even so, I knew that nothing would make my day, hell, my week, like fucking Angelica’s brains out on her desk. Damn it! I should have made it a condition of employment.
The phone on my desk was ringing. I knew who the caller was–it was a dedicated line.
“Privet, Grigoriy. Kak pozhivaesh?”
“I am fine, Max,” he answered in his thick Russian accent.