Rush

Chapter 5

I had to come to the office today for a meeting that Richard Spooner was adamant about having with his team. I also have to report to him today, which I dread the most. I usually work from home, but sometimes the higher-ups in the corporate food chain get an irresistible urge to get their asses licked by their subordinates, and then we have no choice but to come to the office for these annoying meetings. This particular meeting is supposed to get the new team members up to speed. If I had a baseball bat right now, I would have knocked Spooner's head off right at Marlene's saggy breasts.

I touch my thumb to the biometric scanner at the security check-in in the lobby and hurry to catch an elevator that is about to close. I get inside and stand with my fists clenched, my facial expression as hard as stone, thinking about how boring this asinine meet-and-greet is going to be.

Spooner, with his entitled smug expression, will surely wear one of his overpriced Versace jackets that he may have bought at half price from one of his contacts. I've heard rumors about his extensive and fascinating array of contacts. People say he once bought a limited edition Gucci perfume for Lauren Weisz, his secretary, at less than half price. He knew the senior manager at the fashion brand's largest outlet in Italy, who hooked him up. This guy always looks to bargain like a first-timer at a whorehouse. Pathetic. I clench my fists even harder. Bargaining is for the poor, not for the rich.

When the elevator stopped, I almost ran out of there because the nauseating aroma of cheap perfume from the people who were with me almost made me sick. Why can't they use Chanel?!

As I reach the meeting room, I slide the door open and see Troy, Lyman, Genine, and Darryl all engaged in some sort of animated discussion. Their laughter and lively conversation almost make me want to drench them with vomit.

"Hey everyone, the meeting hasn't started yet, I presume," I say to them with the biggest grin I can muster.

Troy points at me and says, "Lord Kilman is here, guys, finally. I thought you wouldn't come today since you love working from home so much."

"I wouldn't have if Richard had held the meeting remotely," I said to him with an annoyed expression.

Darryl was trying to touch Genine's nipples. He was attempting to do it discreetly, but she moved his hand away every time. I guess she is sleeping with him. If that's true, I would be relieved because then I wouldn't have to listen to her constant whining about wanting me to go to her house and have sex with her. I would die before I put my dick in her dirty vagina, which probably gets fucked multiple times a day by different men. I don't want a low-value girl like her to infect me with an STD.

"Hey everyone! Thanks for coming!" A man wearing an expensive silver jacket and blue jeans entered the room. His blonde hair was set with hair gel. He tried to look classy and stylish, but if you ask me, his overall look resembled that of a high-class gigolo hired to pleasure rich cougars and closeted homosexual businessmen. It was-

"Richard Spooner!" Lyman gasped and whispered to us.

As he walked by me, I could smell his perfume, and immediately I was mind blown. What was this brand? My god! The scent was so mesmerizing that it transported me to a whole different level! How did Spooner, of all people, manage to get his moisturized, slimy hands on such a perfume?

I glared at him while Troy whispered admiringly, "At least he has good taste in perfumes. What is it?"

"I don't know, but I'm going to find out soon," I told Troy, keeping my gaze fixed on Spooner.

Darryl chimed in, "I don't see Spooner's personal assistant. Where is she? I miss her boobs."

I looked at him and said, "Boobs and nipples are all you can think of, right, Darryl? Ever thought about checking out a girl's heart instead?"