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Anna's POV:
Denver, Colorado. The place Sam sent me on a work trip. Why couldn't it have been somewhere like the Maldives, or Spain, or even at least somewhere with functioning heating? My driver pulls up outside of the building where Windbriar Industries is occupied. Today, i'm working with the Environmental Team to discuss the merge, all on my lonesome. Whoever said 'if you can't get a job done, do it yourself' was a goddamn genius.

After signing in at reception, i make my way to the conference room the meeting is due to be held in and knock on the door, followed by a small 'come in' from the inside. I notice the cleaner just finishing up, "Oh, hello there. I must be early." "I'm sure they'll arrive soon, sweetheart. Here for the Environmental meeting?" "I am, yes." "Ah, i see... be careful around them." my head snaps up, halting in my tracks of uncovering the work documents from my bag. "Excuse me?" before she can reply, she exists the room in a swift urgency that worries me. Be careful? Around men? What will they do, glare at me too hard? I'd like to see them try. I take a seat on one end of the plush oak table, fidgeting in my seat at the light warning from the cleaner...

After an hour of waiting, i decide to ring Sam and see what the hold up is. I'm a busy woman, i don't have all day. "They'll be there soon. Don't get your underwear in a twist." i smirk, "If anything, you'd be the one twisting them... i wish you could have come with me on this sordid trip." "As do i, but i'm needed at home. I'll have something sent to your hotel room for afterwards- think of it as something to look forward to after your meeting from hell." "Thank you, you're a kind woman, Samantha." after hanging up, i turn around at the noise of the conference room door clicking open, the sound loud to the quiet room. Three men stumble in, attired in suits, the shirt unbuttoned too low for my sight to bear. They stand up at the support of their bodies crashed against each other, laughing hoarsely before their pupils traipse up to see me stood only a few metres away, a not-so-happy look plastered on my face at their late arrival. "Are you here for the Environmental Chem meeting?" i ask, a light enough tone about myself. "Yeah, yeah, we are. Mike Donelly." the man before me speaks with a sense of deity, as well as a sensory drunken spirit. He pushes his hand forward, in an attempt to shake my own, but when i spot what seems to be some sort of clear liquid on the palm of it, i clear my throat and reject his gesture after a look of disgust cast downwards toward the body part. The male adjacent to Mike drunkley smiles, leaning forward and staring at my face. "Looking for something?" i say as his pupils rove over my facial features. "What a beautiful specimen. I'm Tony Russo. Call me Tony. I demand it." oh, do you now? "I demand that you back the hell up. Not only is this highly inappropriate, i'm not interested, Tony." "Okay, okay, sheesh." "Don't act like i'm the one overreacting. Can't you keep it in your pants for a work meeting?" i clear my throat, dismissing their crude manners. "All three of you are late... and from the scrawny look of you all, you've not been anywhere important." my demeanour seems to put them in line, as does my dominating tone which commands nothing but clear respect. "Sit down all of you, and let's get this meeting over with. You've already taken up enough of my time." they stumble against each other to their allocated seats, smoothing their hands over their stubbly faces in an attempt to look decently professional. As i unpack my work documents, i notice Mike eyeing me in a way i find suspicious. "Problem?" "I just didn't know it would be a woman coming to meet with us." "Why's that? I could've sworn that women had the right to work decades ago." even with the quirk of my brow which normally silences any soul, it seems to be at a dismissal to this one. "From my experience, a woman in a position of power reconciles with an unstable explosive, especially that time of the month. Right, Ms Schuyler?" Did he really just say that? "Giving them a family to look after disarms the bomb. That's why it's called a biological clock, after all." i find myself unable to bite my tongue down any longer, an impending fear that i might tear the pink flap of flesh into pieces, creeping up. "Mike, men and women have the same brains. Neurologists have been hunting for differences for years, but they turn up with nothing every time." "Then why are you all so terrible at math?" "Firstly, all women aren't bad at math. I passed my math exam with an unbeatable score of A+. Secondly, young girls are often conditioned to believe they can't be good at math and science, unlike boys." "What does that have to do with your role as the Head of Environmental Chemistry over at Dalton?" "I was made HR Representative only being at the company for a matter of days, and managed to gain investors interest by doing a presentation on plastic alternative brain scans alone." "I don't doubt your abilities, Ms Schuyler, but it's a matter of right and wrong. Women belong at home." my face scrunches up, feeling all the hard work i've gone through to get to here, now, to be ridiculed by some narcissistic hot-shot with a big cock, all a complete waste of effort. I scoff loudly, loud enough to shake the walls this room holds our four bodies in. Well, not for long at least. "I guess you've got some sort of fact-repellant force field around you. You're right about one woman, though... because i'm going home." i grab my work bag, and exit out of the nearest door, stalking out of the room on a hot heel. As i turn the corner angrily, i crash into another woman, one who seems to be holding an inconveniently very cold cup of coffee in her hands. The brown liquid squirts up in the air like a fountain, soaking both of our clothes. "Oh, shit! I'm so sorry, i wasn't looking where i was..." when i get a better look at the figure, i notice it's the same chocolate-skinned woman who i met when i was on a previous rampage not too long ago... i never forget a face, especially one as beautiful as that. "Aaliyah... how wonderful to see you." i say with a dazzling grin, one which i hope distracts the brunette from the mess on my work attire. "I didn't know you were due a meeting with Windbriar... we could have shared a hotel room." i chuckle at the womans, outspokenness. I may be a switch, but being as dominant as that meeting has just made me, i wouldn't be willing to go down on my knees for anyone... "Now, now Aaliyah... i never said you'd earnt a place in my bed yet..." she shyly grins... until she notcies the stain, which moderately covers my breasts, making the light blue colour i opted for visibly see-through. "Oh, god! I ruined your clothes, didn't i? I'm so sorry-" "Don't apologise. I really should have been looking where i was going... tell me i talk too much, but i just had the meeting from hell." "Me too... they think i'm too stupid to be in physics... i went to University just like they did!" "I never thought i'd question Ms Dalton's professional decisions, but it looks like i've got no choice but to. I have a spare shirt in my bag, so don't worry about the stain..." i eye Aaliyah closely, finding it impossible to just walk away and pretend like i didn't run into her. She's like a magnet i can't retract myself from... and i'm not sure i'd want to if i could. "What do you say we go out for a drink and forget this entire day never happened? I'm a whiskey and beer girl myself, but i'll drink anything." Aaliyah's delayed response worries me, until she breaks out with a joyful grin. "I'd love to go out for a drink with you..." i grin triumphantly, already knowing the answer previously as i knew, Aaliyah could never turn me down... "Perfect. I'll meet you at Club Vinyl, 7pm. Don't be late..."