Chapter 4

It's thick. I notice it as soon as it is in my mouth, its texture is similar to condensed milk but with a salty taste, it is not unpleasant to taste, I guess the reason is that it is Black Hamilton.

But I can't spit on his office carpet either, and I won't be so rude to spit in front of him!

So I kept good manners and swallowed it. With the back of my hand I clean my mouth and a droplet of cum that slides down a corner of my lips.

“Damn, Mina, here.” He says, passing me a tissue.

I take it and clean my mouth. He watches me in amazement as he departs with the chair and I stand. I can't kiss him, I must taste like cum in my mouth. I have to go brush my teeth right away.

And I see his dick that is still hard. I wonder how long he is able to keep it that way and a wave of anxiety invades me.

When I'm already standing, I put on my white shirt and skirt, shaking my knees a little. The folds of the carpet have been marked on my knees.

"You can go home now, Mina." He tells me, closing on the buttons on his shirt. He has already closed the fly and adjusted his belt.

I open my mouth to intervene and ask him if he will not invite me to have a drink, or to talk about what has just happened, however he stops me, accommodating his tie and the papals from his desk.

“See you tomorrow.” He said.

Will you make me work tomorrow? I thought.

“It's midnight, sir.” My voice trembles.

“I'll get you a cab. Do you have money?” He asks.

“Y-Yes.”

“Sort things out in the secretariat and return on time tomorrow with your things.” He said.

“But Sir, my schedule starts in six hours, I…” I mumbled.

He looks at me. His eyes are swarming with sparks. I don't understand why he just gave me some differential treatment to be a cold exploiter again. I thought that by doing him that favor and showing him that I am available, something in his way of addressing me would change.

Clear! Tomorrow I will be here every day! I tell you, I partly regretted not spitting his cum at the carpet.

"By alarm on leaving." He tells me, gathering all his papers and putting them in the briefcase.

It is not the first time that I have had to close the office, I am almost like a goalkeeper for him.

"Yes, Mr. Hamilton," I say with my soul on my feet, afraid of losing my job. I'm stupid. I'm afraid that doing what I did will ruin my job opportunities. I need this job and I need the money...but does that imply that I will also have to prostitute myself for this man?

If I like it and it turns me on and I'm excited by the moment when you can hook up with me too, but if it’s abuse of power what do you do? It is because he knows I need the job and I can't complain about him turning his back on me right now and leaving without even saying goodbye.

After turning off the computer and sorting the folders, removing the ones that are also from my private studios, I look for the bundle of keys and magnetic cards that close the offices on the floor where I work. The rest have already been closed by the peon when they retire in the normal hours of every day except for the security guard who remains in his box according to the twenty-four-hour shifts.

I close the offices of the partners and deputy managers of the company. But when I get to Black Hamilton's, I notice that under the desk there is a sheet. It must be the ones he was ordering and stuffing in his briefcase time before retiring. After what happened. I feel exhausted, I've rinsed my mouth and eaten a mint pill but I can't wait to get home and brush my teeth.

I go over and take the paper and leave it in a drawer on the desk. But I remember the last people to come through this office before me were screaming and retreating by slamming doors while arguing over what these papers were saying. And I can't help but take a fleeting look at what it says.

It seems to be the last of some documents. Since there is only one paragraph written and signed by several people, among them, there is the seal of the Hamilton Enterprises line.

"Due to the rupture of the clauses stated, the tenders called for tender by the competent entity will not be awarded to the state and only fifty percent of the services will be awarded to the Hamilton Group investor firms. The services provided will be reduced by fifty percent, that is to say that public funding for the provision will be twenty-four million euros, which will involve the coverage of services of computer security, network systems and efficient actions in the market, according to what is stipulated by the minute on Wall Street, protecting the accounts to be foreclosed on in case of a sudden fall. That said, Hamilton group's revenues are reduced by fifty percent while keeping the call for tender in complete confidentiality. If this is violated, the concession is dropped and such points will be debated in the courts of the nation..."

Oh, my God!

I must read several times the technical and legal terms involved, but if anything I understand perfectly is that Hamilton group does not provide any of the services mentioned there. And that tenders are precisely a public call, not awarded in advance.

And they should not be confidential but accessible to everyone to demonstrate their transparency. Which only indicates one thing. Twenty-four million EUROS will be awarded completely dishonestly to Hamilton.

Half of what was awarded before!

Maybe that's why you fought with your partner? What kind of clauses were broken?

And what's even worse...

What kind of business is that million-dollar sum of money being diverted into if it's not for services that don't even exist in this company?

I think about the amount of things that can be done with almost fifty million annually and it creates fear. Not to mention Hamilton's other "clean" businesses where he Bills at least ten million a month. Twenty-four is not a big number for him. But fifty does.

What the hell are they doing with that money...? They steal it from nothing less than the state

Damn! If this spreads, it would be really disastrous.

Suddenly my hands tremble and I look everywhere, fearing that they are not watching me.

Hamilton's office is the only one that doesn't have security cameras so I pull out my phone and with my hands still shaking, I take a picture of the document and put it away.

For heaven's sake!

I quickly leave it on the floor, right where it was, so I don't suspect I might have read it. Black is a person who gets very angry when someone touches his things and now I see why, dirty millionaire thief and mobster!

Then I retire by locking the office, turning off all the lights and getting into the taxi that I ordered online, greeting the doorman before leaving with my heart in a fist. Carrying a secret that jeopardizes my life and the company. And Black's own head.

With that information, only one thing is clear to me.

It's him or me...