Mysterious Offer
Hey there, lovely folks! The name's Elizabeth Jones, but you can just call me Beth. My buddies? Well, they call me Bo', and let's just say I've been riding the rollercoaster of life with all the finesse of a drunk penguin on an ice rink. Yeah, not exactly killing it in the life department, but hey, at least I'm entertaining, right?
So, picture this: I'm the quintessential behind-the-scenes kind of gal. The spotlight? Nah, not for me. I prefer the shadows, where I can do my thing without feeling like I'm under a microscope. Being a big girl in a world that worships size zero can mess with your head. I swear, I sometimes feel like everyone's staring at me, judging my every move.
But truth be told, I'm probably just a blip on their radar, barely registering in their busy lives.
Now, let's talk trauma. Yep, got a bit of that in the old mental baggage department. But hey, who doesn't, right? No pity party for me though, 'cause I'm on a mission.
Sure, life hasn't exactly been handing me lemons to make lemonade, but I'm determined to whip up something delicious anyway. They say everything happens for a reason, and I'm starting to believe it.
So, here I am, 33 years young and about to hit 34. I recently went single after a six-year stint with Mr. Wrong, which threw a wrench in my vision board plans.
According to that thing, I should be ruling my career kingdom and rocking a wedding ring by now. But life, well, it's got a funny way of laughing at your plans.
While everyone else was chasing the CA dream, I decided to march to the beat of my own drum. CMA, baby! It's like CA but with extra spice and a side of sass.
CMA (Chartered Management Accountant). Don’t be fooled, it still takes just as long and is just as challenging. The difference is that I get to work more closely with people from all walks of life and companies, solving problems at all levels.
Now, about Jason, the ex-boyfriend. Bless his heart, but we had different visions of the future. Me? Corporate queen with a side of family goals. Him? Wanted me as a full-time housewife, waiting at home with a pie in the oven. Yeah, hard pass on that one, buddy, not to mention that his daddy is some sort of Mafia gangster...No thank you!
Of course, I respectfully declined that nut of an offer. “For some women, they would jump at the offer.” Says Jason, unashamedly reminding me. Do I look like I'm ready to take a tray bullet for him...Gosh.
“Beth, do you know how many women would kill at a chance to be taken care of... Why won’t you accept my offer...for me.”
Blackmail, much Jason! So yeah...now I'm here.
Email Subject: Job Offer
“Congratulations!
Workman Inc. would like to offer you the position of Chief of Staff and the Interim Right-hand of our CEO, Mr. Sean T Adams...”
When this job offer landed in my lap, I was equal parts thrilled and terrified. I mean, I didn't even apply for the darn thing! But hey, when opportunity knocks, you answer, right? Even if it's knocking down your door at the crack of dawn.
“Surely someone with more experience on their belt would be a good fit for this role compared to me!”I said to myself.
I just have three years under my belt as a Junior, no less. I almost passed out reading the first part of the email...
1. I never applied for this position, only the Finance Manager Assistant Position, and it was on a whim because I don't think I even qualify yet.
2. They didn't call me for an interview... Should I be worried?
I guess we will find out tomorrow. "Fake it till you make it, girl!"
That’s the Agenda for tomorrow. "Faking it Hard."*Gulp*
And speaking of cracks of dawn, living with my wild bestie Luna (aka Monica) has its perks. She's the yin to my yang, always pushing me out of my comfort zone and into something resembling a social life. Seriously, without her, I'd probably be binge-watching Netflix in my pajamas 24/7.
We always have each other’s backs, and we tell it how it is. Especially when we see one of us fucking up. She’s the one who forces me to go out, do my hair, and look pretty... I'm like What for!!
For now, I am sporting an Afro. Ever since the breakup happened, I haven’t been feeling much like myself. All I do is go to work, come back, change into my loose old top and sweatpants, and binge-watch the hell out of The WINCHESTER BROTHERS! Dean is so yummy, right?
But hey, enough about me. Let's talk about current events, shall we?
Later in the day...
I received a call from an unknown number... I answer right away.
"Hello! Beth speaking"
"Hell,o is this Elizabeth Jones?"
"Oh! Yes, yes, this is she."
"Wonderful, this is Laura. I am Mr. Adams's left hand."
"I wanted to check if you have received the email with the offer. I see you haven’t responded yet."
"Oh, yes, I have, I am so hon..." Laura interrupts me...
"Good! Are you accepting the offer or not?"
"I know I seem forward, unfortunately, Mr. Adams insists on an answer right away; this position needs to be filled ASAP."
Then Silence... Finally, a chance to speak...
"um... I see...Okay...I'm happy to take the Offer."
"Great! For now, you will be bound by our verbal agreement. This call is being recorded as proof. When you arrive tomorrow, you will then proceed to sign the job contract as well as the non-disclosure and confidentiality contracts...that is, if you wish to proceed after you have been briefed."
"Wait a sec, Laura... One question that I have... Will I still be able to discuss anything I do not agree with?"
Laura laughs at me wholeheartedly. Making me feel like I just asked the most stupid question. I am so grateful this conversation is happening over the phone; she cannot see me wipe the egg off my face, so I wait for a response without giving anything away.
"Beth...Can I call you Beth? Since I'm also bound by contract clauses to continue working here. I will share one thing with you...It may not make sense now to you, but take whatever the man gives you and be happy with it, remember he can just as easily take it away."
"..."
"Yes, dear, just as quickly as you got it."
"Well...haha, as they say in the movies...Where do I sign? hahaha" Nervous Chuckle
Laura does not laugh with me; instead, she waits for me to finish and says.
"Now that's a Good Girl...See you tomorrow at 8 am sharp." With that, she hangs up!
Turns out, Mr. Adams himself wants to know if I'm in or out on the job offer. Talk about pressure! But hey, with a gulp and a prayer, I dived headfirst into the unknown.
I am not a morning person, so I prepare everything ahead of time, setting my clothes aside. A black formal buttoned-up shirt and a gray pencil skirt with a black winter cardigan. Hey! What can you do...Big girls have got to cover up those marshmallows, so cardigan it is—lastly, 4-inch black shiny heels.
I take a quick shower and head straight to bed; my head is busy running scenarios of tomorrow.
Now, let's switch gears for a second and peek into Mr. Adams' world. The man's got secrets, and I'm about to become one of them. But hey, no spoilers here! Just know that this CEO isn't your typical suit-and-tie stereotype. There's more to him than meets the eye, and I'm about to find out just how deep the rabbit hole goes...
Sean Pov
Pouring ice in a glass *clink *clink
*Pouring Rum and Following with Coke.*
Walks to the Penthouse Patio, and sighs heavily, looking out to the city buildings and lights. Takes a sip and walks back into the lounge. He picks up a file and opens it, reading its contents.
BACKGROUND CHECK COMPLETED:
MISS ELIZABETH JONES
33 YEARS
NO DEPENDENTS----
Current Relationship Status: Single---
Ex-boyfriend: Jason Carter, Alfonzo's Son
EXTRAMURAL ACTIVITIES:
Gamer ----
Indoors, Most of the time, then goes to work and back. Has a friend she goes out it.
Blog Found
Bo’s Blog (Bo is an Alias name for her)
If “Grayson” only knew how much of a nympho I am. I’ve got a hunger that he can’t cure, and I am starving! How do I let my equal know I want him now, wherever he is? How do I send an ABP to him? Someone who can read all my naughty and dirty thoughts just by looking at me...
MEDICAL HISTORY
Depression...------
Post Nasal Drip (Seasonal)----
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You're probably thinking, here we go again... The glorified, creepy cliché CEO...
I promise all is not as it seems. You will learn that all I do right now is based on a significant plan to keep Beth Safe, even if she doesn’t know it yet. Better that she have me to have her than the devil himself. Her ex's father.
Looking back, I realize I shouldn't have made that bet on her life. But here we are, caught in the middle of it all. One thing you should know about me is that I always get what I want. I am my father's son. Losing isn't in my vocabulary, and I don't plan on starting now.
Beth probably doesn't remember this, but I have met her before. I saw her a few months ago at the Annual Trustee’s Gala for the company she currently works for. She was pointed out by Franco Alfonzo, the baddest MoFo in this industry of ours, and not in a good way.
My Dad decided to retire, and I decided to go legit. Eric, my older brother, took over the "family business." What I got through sweat and hard work, he got illegally and through the spilling of innocent blood. What’s astonishing to me is that he looks like he would never hurt a fly; his son looks the same. No wonder Elizabeth fell for him.
Our paths have crossed in the past, and the man knows no bounds. When I overheard him and his associates making a bet on Beth, I just had to intervene. I glanced at her, and something about her caught my eye, not in the I want to fuck her four ways to Sunday. I just felt for her; she seemed so innocent and pulled at my heartstrings.
So you understand why I feared the worst when I overheard them.
It obviously has not been proven, but a few years ago, there were rumors that Franco might also be involved in trafficking women. I know enough not to let sleeping dogs lie, and women seem to always go missing hanging around him, including Jason's mother. I had heard he decided to keep his mom's surname to keep her memory alive. I wonder what he would do if he found out his dad had something to do with it.
One look at her, and I knew I had to help her. She looked like she needed a break from whatever was running through her mind. Beth is nowhere near my type, by the way. I am sorry to say I would not spare her a second glance in any normal scenario. Maybe a curious one-night stand, because she has an ass for days, but that’s it.
My type is easy on the eyes and easy to get in bed, which is a bonus. Beth looks like work, as in she would tell me she's not giving it up until I put a ring on it.
There's also a sense of vulnerability. She looks like she doesn’t want to be seen, and if she smiled more, I bet she would light up a room. She’s short-stacked and has all the essentials: Boobs, a big Butt, and big heart-shaped Lips. She covers it up all the time like she’s ashamed.
In all the pictures that my Investigator has taken, she doesn’t show much skin. She keeps on wearing plain pastels. She’s Just Plain. No vibrant colors whatsoever.
Something piqued my interest while I did a little more digging, and behold, it was her private blog with the help of my IT Guy and investigator. Her Alias there is 'Bo' and Man!... Beth needs to let 'Bo' come out and play more often. The things I read are nothing like her. She calls 'Bo' her alter ego.
I've been reading the blog for the past few days, and the more I read through it, the more I want to be the guy she writes about, show her what happens when people like me find her little secret and make her relive her words. The last blog she wrote had me panting heavily, wishing I had someone or her to ride me all night to take the edge off. Well, I will bide my time. I want her to feel welcome and safe first with me, the rest of the fun will follow later on... Shit...My mind is drifting off again.
*Ring*Ring*
"Laura, Hey, I hope you have good news for me?"
" Have I ever failed you, Sean? She has accepted your offer and will be seeing you at 8 am sharp tomorrow. I thought you would want to nip that in the bud ASAP."
"Oh, my word, Laura! What would I do without you? Wait, did she not have any objections?"
"She did, but you know me, I easily shut that down."
"Great! Good Job, Laura."
Hang up*
The first phase of my plan will be completed tomorrow. I am just secretly hoping she gives me a hard time...That’s going to be fun... Wait, why do I sound excited? 'Keep Calm Sean' We are just keeping her safe until the bet is won, and that’s it.
I will be setting her up in one of my penthouses and checking on her periodically. I will have security on her that will monitor her movements and the penthouse at all times. She will be working by my side every day. I believe that covers all the basics.
I finish up my drink and head to the shower. I am a little tense, so I decide to jerk off for a quick release.
I'm not in the mood for company. Why does she keep popping into my mind...
I think I'm just curious. That can't happen. I need my head on straight.
Once I'm finished, I set aside a full navy blue suit, no tie, with a black tailored formal shirt. I get into bed and drift off to Slumberland.
