Owning Her

Chapter Four

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Vivian stared at the screen as her boss droned on about increasing the number of customers who were over their warranty limit as if they could control when people broke their electronics. She wasn't really paying attention, but she scribbled down notes she probably wouldn't be able to read later, so no one knew she was daydreaming.

Her thoughts had drifted to last night the second her boss started grilling them in this meeting. She and Greyson had been going at it for over thirty minutes when the curtain to their window moved. Short red hair appeared over the windowsill, along with a pair of captivated green eyes. The woman had indeed showed up to watch them have sex.

"And so when a customer asks for help from now on, you are to ask about their device warranty and the ID number attached to it," her boss said, snapping Vivian back to reality. She scribbled something in her notebook as he looked at her. His beady brown eyes always reminded her of a rat, just like his plump body and short black hair he plastered to his skull with way too much hair gel.

When his eyes stopped boring holes into her skull, Vivian allowed herself to drift back into her memory. The woman had been quick to start pleasuring herself as she watched Greyson choke Vivian out on his cock. Her quiet moans floated through the window just often enough that it urged Greyson on more.

When they had both come at the same time, Greyson nearly went feral. He offered for her to join them next time, but she declined, stating that she preferred to watch. In fact, she told them to keep their window or curtains open as often as possible so she could watch them when she pleased.

Vivian and Greyson had happily agreed.

The meeting ended, and it was time for lunch, so Vivian called Luíza. They agreed to meet at the bakery halfway between their jobs as they both needed something sweet for lunch.With a belly full of bear claws and a to-go coffee on her desk, Vivian settled in for the last four hours of her shift.

Headset back on her head, she sifted through emails as she waited for a client connection prompt to pop up on her second monitor. The rustle of her knee-length skirt as she idly tapped her foot while reading emails was the only sound in her office. Being one of the top performers of the company really had its perks.

Three soft chimes sounded in her ears as a small window popped up. In the center was a silhouette of a person framed by a blue bubble that pulsed. Vivian connected to the client call and rattled off the new policy lines.

To her surprise, the woman was, in fact, over her warranty but didn't make a fuss. She deemed that she was too busy to stop by a store and would have her assistant mail it in when back on the clock tomorrow.

Vivian let the woman know that the repair company would email her an invoice for their charges, which would also include the fee for the customer service call center. The woman dismissed her with another comment about her assistant handling it before ending the call.A huff of laughter escaped her as Vivian filed the report and emailed it to her boss. A reply was forwarded to the whole company, praising her for already hooking a client with an overused warranty.

Heat filled her cheeks. Being singled out like this was something she hated.

It would lead to gossip and some of the employees avoiding her for a while. That's what Vivian got for being really good at her job.

On the elevator ride down to the parking lot, everyone else in the elevator shot her glares, filled with intense silence. She scoffed as she shouldered her way through the crowd three floors early and took the stairs. Let them resent her; she had earned her place time and again. It wasn't her fault over half of them had been here for twice as long as her six years and still hadn't earned a private office away from the main floor of cubicles.