Catching Avery

Chapter 1

Sloth: Because when it was Friday and you worked for a complete asshat, all you wanted to do was go home and do nothing.

Avery~

I loved my job.

Really, I did.

My boss? Not so much.

My job would be perfect if not for him.

I was one of the many administrative assistants that worked for SMA Global, Inc. SMA was one of the top ten investment firms in the world and had been founded by Nicholas Savage, Julian Moretti, and Chase Alexander about ten years ago. The company's reputation as a money maker had spread quickly, and within six years, SMA had cemented itself as a financial powerhouse.

The story went that they were childhood friends-like kindergarten childhood friends-from Oakland, California. They'd grown up in one of the roughest neighborhoods around, and at the ripe old ages of sixteen, they'd made a pact to become better than how they'd been raised. Nicholas was the investment genius, Julian was the financial guru, and Chase was the client magnet.

Nonetheless, all three men were very much a mystery as far as their personal lives were concerned. If you were to look up any of their interviews or public speeches, you wouldn't be able to find any mention of their families or details about their younger years. During an early interview with Chase Alexander, he'd been asked why none of them ever spoke about anything before the birth of SMA Global, Inc. His simple response had been...'The only time anyone cares about anything that has to do with us is when we're making them money. We couldn't make anyone money before SMA, so why talk about it?'

That had shut the reporter up.

It was also rumored that Nicholas once told a reporter to...'Take that sheet of questions you have in your hand, roll it up, and shove it up your ass sideways'. Supposedly, they didn't agree to any interviews anymore unless it was contractually stipulated that no personal questions were to be asked, and Julian Moretti rarely conducts any interviews at all. Made you wonder what the hell their childhoods were like. At least, it made me wonder.

Then there was also the fact that all three of them were as gorgeous as sin.

I. Mean. Gorgeous.

It was truly unfair for people to be that beautiful. I mean, have you ever seen someone so stunning that you were struck dumb by their beauty? How in the hell were us average humans supposed to behave when we came across these earthbound gods? I was usually a bumbling idiot when in the presence of such greatness. I mean, what did you expect, really? I'd been taught that staring was rude, but c'mon, cut a girl a little slack here. If it weren't for the laws of society, I'd be all over those beautiful strangers.

Still, even in the company of the 'Beautiful People', those three men would still stand out. They were all well over six-feet tall with Julian Moretti being just an inch or so taller than the other two. Nicholas Savage had dark brown hair with eyes the exact same shade, and the color reminded me of melted chocolate, Julian Moretti had inky-black hair with hazel eyes that burned with seriousness, and Chase Alexander had mocha coffee-colored hair with bright blue eyes that sparkled with cockiness. Now, while I'd never seen any of them in anything other than a suit, they sure filled the hell out of those expensive suits.

The three of them often decorated the covers of financial and business magazines, and I'd be lying if I said that I'd never been tempted to wallpaper my bedroom with those covers. Individually, they came off as intimidating and powerful, but when they were all together-fan yourselves, ladies-it was like mortals gazing upon the Gods of Olympus. They were hot as hell.