As usual, Karen met me by the elevators, coffee in hand and a large grin on her face. I didn’t say much to her this morning. Instead, I took the coffee and brought it to my lips. I was going to need more than two cups today, I thought to myself. My day was going to be full of travel and meetings. I wouldn’t be staying in one place for more than an hour. Once we walked into my office, Karen closed the glass door behind us, taking a seat in front of my desk. I sat across from her.
“Are you ready?” I asked her. A few weeks back, I gave Karen her first project that she would handle alone. I hadn’t seen her final proposal. I liked to be surprised. And when it came to Karen, I had a feeling that I would be disappointed. Not in her work, I was sure that her work would exceed my expectations, and I knew that it would put her name in others minds. Karen
Apartments and businesses are being thrown up around California, and there is only one company behind them. Kale Realty. And the man behind that is Kale Spencer. A man of mystery. Sure, everyone knows about his work, sees his name on plenty of properties, but the man of mystery has never been seen. He keeps his life very private. He’s done plenty of interviews, apparently, but he makes everyone sign an agreement that they would never tell what he looks like, but of course, that’s just what I heard. It all seems to be a little extreme if you ask me. It was twelve forty five and I found myself walking up a dark stairway of Ale’s Bistro, some Italian spot uptown. When I had requested a meeting with the legendary Kale Spencer, I was under the impression that he would have set it up at some swanky restaurant, but a mom and pop shop like this would do just fine. Taking a look around, it was more secluded. Not many people filled their tables. As soon as I walked in, I was approached by an o
5pm and I was finally on my way out the door. The office was dark and quiet for the most part, as everyone had left, ready for their weekend. I would have joined the large crowd at 4pm, if I hadn’t got lost in a phone conversation with Alisha. Being the good, nosey friend that she is, she wanted to know how my interview went with the infamous Kale Spencer. When I told her how it went, she was just as disappointed as I was. We just wanted to know the face of the man behind that name. It seemed that we were asking too much, that we had become just like everyone else. Intrigued. The man’s business life was no mystery, which I also shared with Alisha. And just like I was, she was impressed. From there, we talked about our weekend plans. I had told her that I thought about skipping out on Friday night dancing. To be honest, I was a bit tired. On average, I probably got about four to five hours of sleep a night, and it seemed like it was all catching up to me.“No one stays home on a Friday
When I am hunting, I swear I become a different person. It’s one of the hardest things to explain. I look at the world differently. I feel everything more intensely. Right now, the music surrounded me and I could feel my heart thumping along with the bass. Sounds seem to blur together and the world moves slower. I take it all in, looking for that one face that will make everything clear again. Maybe it’s the alcohol that seems to distort everything, but regardless, it will continue that way until I find my guy. My man of the night. When I spot him, there is a sense of peace, but at the same time, a sense of urgency. I have to have him. I will do anything to get him. It’s like a game of cat and mouse. I stalk. I catch. I play. And then either let them go, or kill them. It’s all a game. A game of strategy and tricks. I am good at what I do, and over time, I have learned to perfect it. I saw him as soon as he walked out onto the d
The bathroom stall at the very end of the girl’s restroom was always the biggest. We made sure to use the restroom on the second floor. Most people never went up there because the music was slower. It was more for the romantics. The bathroom was clear, and I found myself being pushed up against the cold metal of the stall. My feet didn’t touch the ground, as this man used his strength to hold me up. His lips covered mine, his tongue loose in my mouth as we seemed to share the same air, the same breath. My body felt hot, my eyes glossed over as I let this feeling wash over me. I could only describe this feeling to be one thing. Lust. The man didn’t bother to ask permission as he brought his hand low, his fingers going between my thighs, around the thin fabric of my black panties and into the most sensitive part of me. He wanted to know if I was ready for him. The loo
My body seemed to come alive as I awoke from my deep sleep. I felt a chill climb up my spine as I felt a cold breeze sneak underneath the white blanket that surrounded my naked body. The night was probably cold, but I hadn’t noticed from the amount of alcohol in my system and the quickie I shared with an unknown man. I yawned, followed by a stretch, before I opened my eyes. I stared up at the white ceiling, seeing light. It appeared that the sun was out and shining bright. I looked over at the clock. 7:45. I reached out to my night stand, grabbing my cell. Had Alisha called? Yes, multiple times. I pressed redial. She answered quickly.“Raine!” The tone of her voice unmasked her worry.“All is good.” I replied, my words sleepy. She chuckled, more in relief than humor.
Where did the weekend go? It was gone, and I was back in my office at 8am Monday morning. First thing, Emails. And that was when I remembered that Mr. Davis had sent that detailed notice, explaining how it was that we would compete for that CEO position. It had escaped my mind on Friday. I was quick to open the attachment, looking over the word documents. I skimmed through, picking out all of the important information. The CEO position would be announced at the Employee Appreciation dinner, three and half weeks from now. The person chosen should not only be a leader, but an advocate for the workers and the clients, doing whatever they need to do to complete a project and keep our partners happy. The ultimate test was an Advertising gig. Except this time, we weren’t going to advertise a product, but a person. A well-known person that everyone in the building was supposed to be getting to know. Mr. Kale Spencer. It seemed that Mr. Spencer was inte
I had my game face on. I didn’t want to do anything that would draw suspicion to myself, but it seemed that Karen was the one who could see right through it. I walked around on the floor, glancing over my team’s shoulders at their work, making small talk. It was an attempt to keep my mind occupied. Every so often, my eyes would glance over at the door, out the hall at the elevator. I was waiting. When was Kale Spencer going to come waltzing through that door? “Are you okay Raine?” She asked, when I made my way to her work space for the third time. “Yes.” I answered. “Why do you ask?” Her small head was raised up, eyes on my face. “It just seems like… something is bothering you?” Damn her for wanting to be just like me. It means that she watched my every move. I took a deep breath. “I am not sure if you guys heard the news yet or not, but Kale Spencer is in the building.” The men of my group looked annoyed, while the females looked excited. He was an eligible bachelor and I was sur
What the hell is this guy’s problem, I thought, as I glanced over my shoulder at the tall man in charge. When he asked to be shown around on the floor, I was under the impression that he would be making small talk with the employees, asking about their work, looking as if he were interested in why they came in every day. He didn’t do that at all, in fact, he barely even looked at them. The floor itself was quiet, as everyone seemed to be on their toes, ready to answer any questions or concerns that may be thrown their way, but there was nothing. What was the point of this? He seemed to stay a few feet behind me at all times, eyes on me. What was it that he was looking at? I almost felt a fire in my veins when I thought I saw him look me up and down as I explained the work stations. Honestly, it wasn’t fair of me to even get an attitude. If I were being honest, I was the one walking with a hard switch in my hips. I wondered if that wa