Chapter 7. Let the games begin

Mark sat frozen. He would have never guessed the incident that had happened. It was as if he had heard about a movie scene and he wanted to make it into a real life movie. He wanted to make it exciting and spicy.

A smile spread across his thin lips and there was a hint of mischief in his eyes.

'' Well Charlie, If he thinks his wife has the standards of having an affair, lets give him his dream that he is holding on to'' Mark smirked.

''First I am going to give her the option of coming back to work, with a lucrative package. Once she is back, I am going to enjoy moulding and sculpting her. Mr Brown is going to wish he never treated her like a doormat''.

''Bro, no offence but please do not get too carried away. Remember you have a family of your own, the last time you did this, you bedded the woman for almost two whole years. I had to pay her a fortune to get lost'' Charlie spoke out of concern,"We cannot keep altering the books for the tax man. You need to get your shit in order. This is someones personal life. You need to stop playing hero to the damsels in distress. It always gets you into trouble".

''Can we not keep visiting the past, it was one stupid mistake''.

''I can name plenty of your stupid mistakes'',Charlie chuckled," let us not revisit your past five years of chaos and mayhem".

''You can go, I will see you at lunch'', Mark waved him out before turning his attention to his emails. He needed to figure out what to do. He could not lose Jessica. He would have to lure her in. She has to take the bait.

He contacted his payroll department,''Please bring me Mrs Browns employment contract'' .

A few minutes later there was a soft knock on his door, the young girl dressed in a yellow mini skirt and low cut white top walked in seductively. She licked her cherry red lips as she walked up to his desk. Her hips swayed as she took each step as if she was walking in slow motion.

On a normal day, he would have taken full advantage of this opportunity. He would bend her over the desk and plough into her like a beast. He would pull her hair back and smack her buttox ruthlessly, but today he needed to focus.He needed his best employee back.

She smiled widely, showing off her pearly white teeth with a gold slit in the middle, lowering her body down as she left the file on his desk, her cleavage in full view almost jumping out of her top. Mark did not lift his gaze from his screen. He was still looking at her resignation email.

Indeed he was the type that gave into temptation easily. She shimmied her chest slightly making her breasts Bob up and down, side to side,thinking she would catch his attention.

The girls smile dropped as she noticed his behaviour. He was clearly not interested in what she had to offer. She turned around and stomped out the door.

Her thin plastic heels clacking against the tiles. It was the most annoying noise that Mrs Blunder heard almost never.

Mrs Blunder looked at the new HR assistant as she left and walked up to Mark's open door, " I think you have a problem with hiring people. You choose the ones that should be in a brothel".

Mark laughed at her comment as she closed his door and left.

Mark picked up the file and browsed through her contract. It was pretty standard, the same as every other employee in the company. No one had special privileges, not even the ones he bedded. Bedding him was a bonus to both him and his employees after the last incident.

He picked up his red pen and ringed the places he wanted to change. He sat staring at the contract in his hands and all the red rings he made.

Annual leave: 15 days -------Change to 20 days per year.

Sick leave : 30 days per 3 year cycle---------------Change to 12 days per year.

Family responsibility leave: 3 days per year---------Change to 5 days per year.

Finally Mark looked at the salary. He could not believe his eyes. Her salary was below the breadline bracket. He did not know how she could work so hard for so little. She really must be a sad, desperate somebody. It probably was also the cause of why she looked like an ugly duckling.

This was the lady that worked tirelessly day and night, never took leave. Her simple work brings profits of millions to their firm yet she was earning a few thousands. He made a mental note to check the other staffs contracts. " Am I so emotionally unattached to my employees that I pay them minimum wage for their efforts?", he thought to himself, feeling like a rotten egg.

He looked at who had signed of on this contract. It was none other than himself. At this point he felt like kicking himself in the head.

5000---------change to?

He looked at the page over and over.

He did not know the amount to write. Mark Molt, Multibilionaire, business tycoon did not know the worth of his most excellent, hard working employee. He knew he could not sweeten her deal too much. Since every now and then Mrs Molt would check his books. In the past he would give his special ladies mini bonuses for their willingness to please their boss.

But all that was short lived.Mrs Molt had nipped it in the bud. Now all he could do was throw office parties to have some fun.

Finally after pondering for amost 20 minutes he wrote:

Change to 15000!!!

With immediate effect.

It was worth getting the rap from his wife. He would have some explaining to do but the proof will be there since Jessica is on six weeks recovery. He knew the work would get backlogged.