Chapter Seven- Ab initio

Lucent High 8am

Bensjasmin

I gripped my bag strap tightly, holding it steady against my hip as I sprinted toward the imposing school gates. The taxi driver who’d brought me from the hospital had gotten an emergency call and dumped me a few blocks away, forcing a desperate dash. I was determined to beat the morning assembly bell. Teachers were under strict instruction to be present before it began.

Finally reaching the entrance, I paused, quickly smoothing down my slightly raised skirt and adjusting the oddly bent shoulder bag. I brushed a hand over my hair, took a deep, relieving breath, and stepped inside.

“Teacher BeJames!” The goofy old security guard, Pa. Jones, hailed me. He was a huge fan of my distinct name, yet he always, always got the pronunciation wrong.

“Good morning Pa. Jones. I’ll see you later” I called back, quickening my steps toward the auditorium where the students were gathered.

A booming sound of prayer blasted from the speaker. It took me a few steps to realize it was the Principal herself, a deeply religious woman. A few students were loitering outside the auditorium. “Good morning ma’am” they mumbled, scrambling to hide the tell-tale lip gloss and lipstick I saw in their hands. I didn't mind them hydrating their lips, but they certainly wouldn't be skipping devotion to do it.

“To the auditorium, now!” I commanded.

They scattered instantly, disappearing inside the hall.

“Kettle calling pot black” a man’s voice interrupted my rush. I knew that voice like I knew the back of my hand. Not today, Jordan.

“Good morning, Vice-principal” I turned, keeping my tone strictly professional.

He eyed me with his usual, utterly disgusting demeanor. “Why can’t you at least come early so you have the right to tell students to be early? You don't come late and expect the students to be earlier. You lead by example.”

“I had a bit of a situation. This is a first” I explained, trying to stay calm.

“You always have excuses for everything” he sneered, staring me down.

“With all respect s. . .”

“It is Vice-principal to you” he interrupted, puffing out his chest proudly.

I fought the urge to roll my eyes. “Vice-principal, with all due respect, I am not always late, and you should at least allow me to explain myself before crucifying me.”

As if you’d have anything sensible to say” Jordan said, letting the words hang in the air.

“What did you just say?” I challenged him.

“You heard me” he grinned, a cold, foolish curl of his lips, and moved closer. His eyes didn't hold anger. They held a strange, hungry anticipation. “Tell me, when are you going to acknowledge my invite to visit me?”

There it was. The bait. I thought, my jaw clenching. He never just insulted me. He always followed it with this offer, this demand for my time. He believed his arrogance and attempts to humiliate me were a kind of aggressive courtship, a way to chip away at my resolve until I paid him the attention he desperately craved. It was sickening.

“I’m not interested in ever paying you a visit, sir” I moved closer, matching his height. We were nose to nose. “This is harassment. The next time you try this, I will report you to the authorities, sir.”

“Teacher Bensjasmin!” The Principal’s voice cut through the air. She was standing at the auditorium entrance, walking toward us. “It’s unlike you to miss assembly. Is there a problem?” she quizzed.

“Good morning, ma’am. The taxi man I boarded dropped me a few blocks away due to an emergency, and I had to trek all the way here” I quickly explained.

“Oh, I understand. Please, come earlier next time.”

“Thank you, ma’am.”

She nodded and started to leave but I stopped her.

“Ma, I need to see you for an important discussion.”

“Wh...at Im...por...tant dis...cussion?” Jordan was stammering, his face pale and eyes fixed on me quizzically. I avoided his gaze, turning my focus fully to the Principal.

“I hope all is well” the Principal asked, concern etched on her face. I simply nodded.

“Meet me in my office then” she instructed, and walked away.

“What are you doing, Jasmin?” The obsessed devil was already jittery.

“I thought you were the authority. Aren’t you supposed to know? Excuse me.” I walked right past him. He kept shouting my name, but I ignored him. He could scream his lungs out for all I cared.

I was heading toward the teachers’ room when my phone rang. It was Bluey. I swiped to answer, and what met my ears was a wailing, weak voice.

“Jasmin, I’m in trouble. Real one.”

★

Niche Group of companies

“Oh my gosh, Kha. . .ahhh. . Yes please. .I want. . Arrhshhh” Sultry helpless scream infiltrated Khaid's office. A thick girl with bouncy ass on all fours on the table was the one making the sound. Khaid was pounding her from behind like the very devil. Her ass jiggled wildly as he kept hitting her from behind

“Oh. . Yes. .hit me harder. . Harder. I'm. .” The word got stuck in her throat and her eyes rolled back into their sockets as she cummed harder. But Khaid was not done, he continued hitting her pussy until she woke from her fainting spree.

“Kha. . . Plea. .se. oh shit. .my. . Gosh” The bitch wailed helplessly from the overstimulation. Her body quivered in pleasure.

“Keep it low, bitch” He growled.

His thrusts turned a blur as he increased his pace. He was pounding into her like the very animal. With quick successive thrusts, he grunted and removed his still engorged dick from her widened opening and poured his seeds on her ass. The girl laid tiredly on the table, unable to move or speak.

Khaid went into the restroom and came back into the office a few minutes later. The girl was sitting now. Her hair stuck to her face roughly and her short black skirt rode up to her waist to reveal her fleshy ass. She was putting herself together. As soon as she sighted Khaid, she smiled and walked towards him.

“Hey sugar boy. Want more at your place? This snail is fire” She traced her painted finger nails across his chest.

“Leave”

“What? I thought. . we. . .” The lady stammered.

“Get out before I throw you out” His voice was cold.

The lady, understanding the memo, quickly adjusted her dress, picked her bag and ran out like a person who has fire in her pants.

“Slut” He murmured under his breath.

He pressed a button and Kael entered immediately. “Boss” The stench of sex caught him off guard but he quickly comforted himself.

“When is the board meeting?” Khaid was flipping through the files without sparing him a glance.

“We are fifteen minutes late, boss. I didn't want to disturb your. .”

“I'm never late, Kael” he interrupted.

“I'm sorry boss”

Khaid stood and walked over to the rack where expensive colognes were stacked up. He picked a few and sprayed them.

“Let's go” He proceeded to the exit door. “And get a cleaner to get rid of this mess”

“Okay boss”

Board meeting

The mahogany table, polished to a mirror sheen, reflected the strained faces of the board members. The air in the opulent, high-ceilinged boardroom was thick with irritation and the low hum of air conditioning.

“Why is he not here yet?” Tom spoke, his voice a gravelly sneer that sliced through the quiet. His fingers drummed a frantic, impatient rhythm on the tabletop. The sneer, a permanent fixture on his face today, seemed to dare anyone to argue.

“Maybe he has something important to attend to, Tom. It’s unlike him. He doesn't delay meetings or work” Peter responded, running a weary hand over his receding hairline. He was trying for conciliation, but the strain in his voice was clear.

“And we sitting here are jobless people, right?” Tom scoffed, leaning back in his chair with a dramatic sigh that managed to convey supreme annoyance. He looked around, as if expecting the remaining four members to speak but they paid him no attention.

“Patient, old man. Patient” Maya, the youngest of the group, murmured, not looking up from her tablet. Her tone held a cool, detached amusement that only seemed to fuel Tom’s fire.

“I’d leave in a second if he doesn't show up. I have better things to attend to than a pompous toddler who thinks he can keep his board waiting!” Tom’s voice rose, the thinly veiled disrespect now completely uncovered.

A tall, imposing figure filled the doorway, his sudden presence silencing the room. The figure belonged to Khaid, the CEO, and his expression was utterly devoid of apology. His eyes, cold and sharp, fixed directly on Tom.

“You may take your leave, Tom. The door is open.” Khaid’s voice was deep, resonant, and held an authoritative edge that brooked no further protest.

Tom spluttered, his jaw slackening, but the words died in his throat. Khaid didn’t wait for a response. He walked to the head of the table, his movements precise and unhurried, and placed a single, sealed folder onto the polished wood with a decisive thud.

“The meeting has started” he announced simply, pulling out his chair. The silence that followed was absolute, heavy with the CEO’s unspoken power. Even Tom had shrunk slightly in his seat, the sneer temporarily wiped clean.