Inheritance

Chapter 39 (Kendall's POV)

Kendall's POV (3rd Person)

The stony businessman zealously strolled into the high-rise skyscraper he'd been fortunate enough to inherit by birthright. Several moderately identifiable employees greeted him as he attempted to curate a forward path to the elevator. Most of the white-collared professionals had failed to hide their shock at seeing their boss in-person for the first time in what felt like ages.

Not in the mood to exchange baseless pleasantries, Kendall increased his walking speed past the lobby desk and reception area. Once he'd securely entered the unoccupied elevator craft, he extended a well-groomed hand to press the button for the eighteenth floor. Seconds later, the shaft quickly began its timely ascent to his office level.

Over the past few months, Kendall had admittedly spent most of his time nestled away at Milton Co. Enterprise. His brief deployment at the media company had provided a simple distraction from the hustle and bustle of his normal business routine. Yet, now that he'd finally managed to make his way back to his old stomping grounds, the transition felt quite odd. 

Though he thoroughly enjoyed capitalizing off the ability to see a certain someone at Milton Co., it was high time he returned to his main source of income and responsibility at Kirks & Marsh. He recognized that there was an uncharted importance in exerting his steely presence over at his company every once in a while to maintain order. 

Not that he didn't trust his very capable executive board, but things were more than likely to go awry without his clear direction and guidance. 

As the elevator periodically stopped on lower floor levels, people began to trickle into the marginal loft space. The employees who were brave enough to initiate friendly eye contact with Kendall were returned a stern, unwelcoming nod. Meanwhile, other less courageous staff members passed the transitionary time with their eyes glued to the front elevator screen.

As for Kendall, the longer he remained on the elevator, the harder he began to reflect on why he'd felt odd returning to the building. 

It wasn't until he took a succinct look around him to see the noble heads of fellow rich, white businessmen that he was able to name the precise reason for his discomfort. To put things shortly, there was a vivid difference in the workspace atmospheres offered by the two billion dollar corporations. 

At Kirks & Marsh, it was no secret that most of the staff and board members had been largely comprised of IV league trust fund kids who'd spent most of their young adulthood lives withering away in their books and perfecting the highest levels of academic rigor. Consequently, many of them failed to hold an ounce of redeemable social qualities.

On the other hand, from what he'd gathered while being at Milton Co., their employees came from all kinds of unique social, economic, and cultural backgrounds. Diversity and inclusion were actively embedded in the company demographic and cultural rhetoric, rather than merely serving as policy placeholders or a convenient means to an end. Also, it jarringly helped that his woman worked there, which Kendall was unabashedly appreciative of.

He just couldn't seem to etch the beautiful, deliciously ravenous woman off his mind. Now that he had actually felt her softness with his very own hands, his dick wouldn't stop swelling at the compelling thought of being inside her. It was becoming increasingly painful to be around her, and not act on all the carnal desires he'd truly yearned for.

He often wondered how long she'd last when they finally connected in the most intimate way possible, what she'd sound like when she was screaming his name at the top of her lungs, and whether her tightness could indeed take all he had to offer. Those reverberating thoughts had been distracting him at home and, now, even at work.That damn woman.