Seduction In The Boardroom

The hall was decorated and ready for the occasion. Adults, male and female trouped into the expanse with their handbags and purses, all dressed and ready for the exhibition.After so many months of planning the high-profile occasion for CEOs and entrepreneurs, it finally came to pass in the hearts of New York. Amongst all who walked into the hall stood Emily Hartley, a woman in her twenties and staff at NovesTech corporates. Her black gown fitted well in her petite body, and so was her blonde hair fixed into curls to match the golden shoe on her feet."I should not be here," she acknowledged. "This is the last place to be in." She declared again, walking into the hall. It felt like all eyes were on her, and she didn't appreciate the fact that she took an appeal on the occasion."I mean, I could have watched it live from home," she muttered, identifying a woman from her office. "You don't say!""Miss Hartley," the woman who she recognized, identified her as well and walked in her direc

Sunlight stroked the curtain and reflected on her face from where she lay on the bed. Emily hauled the duvet over her head, murmuring phrases that could not be deciphered. The room was friendly, not cold like hers was presumed to be. Wait! Where was she? The sun reflected in the whole room this time, pointing at the crown mirror hanging on the wall. She wobbled her head, confused. Emily let out her first yawn of the day and sat up on the hefty bed. She heard snores and veered around to her left to see him… laid next to her. His snores were peaceful and not audible like a man's snore should be. Naturally. "Shit shit shit!" She realized where she was and jumped off the bed. "No!" She wailed, glimpsing at her stripped self when she slid off the duvet. What happened here? Did she…fuck with this man? Confused, she picked her clothing from the floor where they stayed, even with the man's clothing. Now she scurried to the door, propelled it open and walked out after wearing her clo

Neon lights in the city shone even in day time. The man at the rear of the automobile gave orders to his driver on a thing to accomplish after his droppings at the office."Yes, boss," Nicholas said out loud. "I have a date with Amelia this evening, I should be done with all of these, before that time.""Yes, thank you," Alexander greeted. He was on his way to the office as it was a new week on a Monday morning. There was a lot to be done in his Enterprise after the hosted occasion at one of the top-rated five-star hotels in the state.The driver quelled at the portico of a significant building. He waited for some time before a man in uniform stretched out the gate, the man bowed at the sight of the man in the backseat of the automobile. And Alexander, on the other hand, waved at him while they drove in. The building was a big one, apparently one of the heftiest in the whole of New York. Alexander hopped down when the man on the wheel packed at the lot, smiling. "Good morning, boss

His hand rubbed on the skin of the card, a dirty smile on his countenance. The last thing to think of was the woman, but Alexander could not help but think about her. There was just something special about her, something he could not bring his hands to lay upon. Heaven knew he didn't plan that sex, but then Emily's beauty pushed him too much, and he could almost not rest because she was in his cranium. What was the next thing to do with the entity in his hand? He wondered, his hands still getting on around it. Call her.Text her? Which was better? He thought, reaching for his device that kicked back on the bed. He took the yield of it up and sat up the next moment, unsure of the right words to type.Hello, he typed. Can we see tomorrow? I've got a thing to tell you."No," Alexander corrected. How about we make out again? I enjoyed it the last time. "No," he changed his mind, clicking on the minus sign at the end of the message page. It was not the right way to speak to a woman,

He sauntered into the main hall, muttering something to himself. Staff who saw him approach them gave a nod, and a smile to complete the silent formalities. “Where is Jessica?” Mark, who strolled to the spot he graced with his feet, was asked. “Good morning, Mark.”“How do you feel, Mr. Stone?” Mark asked, grabbing the briefcase from his hand. “Jessica is in the room where Synthara lives.” The young man was attempting to be humorous, and the young CEO, who figured out the gesture, smiled shortly. “Get her for me as soon as possible,” he mandated, this time headed for the elevator that guided him to his office. Alexander did not turn around to look for Mark who held his briefcase—there was a kind of trust he had for his staff. Two especially. Arriving at his office, he shut the door after he walked in, still muttering words. Moments later, Mark was in the office, panting. “Here, sir.” He simply said, dropping the entity on the boss's desk. “Jessica will join you shortly.”Jessica