Septiplier One-Shots

the businessman and the secretary

Smut; 3870 words

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Ding!

A large elevator opened and a group of men walked out, conversing with one another and checking their phones. One man stood out as he walked out last, dressed in a perfectly tailored, expensive-looking grey suit. The man had a sturdy frame, and varied over the rest of the men quite easily. However, despite his size and muscular build, he moved with an easy grace, and his brown-hazel eyes spoke of sharp intelligence that was beyond his years.

A much shorter, older man came forward, hand extended. "Thank you so much for your support in this project, Mr. Fischbach. This will be a success."

"I look forward to it." The mentioned man shook hands, wished them all good evening, and proceeded to walk down the opposite hall. His polished black shoes made soft clicks against the floor as he approached a different elevator, one that would take him back to his executive office located on the top floor.

Mark Edward Fischbach was one of the nation's leading CEOs in the entertainment industry. He had built this company from the ground up, and now here he was, head of a multi-million dollar business. He tucked one hand in his pocket as he approached his elevator and pushed a button. Within a few seconds, the stainless steel doors opened to reveal a sleek elevator lined with mirrors. As the doors closed, he looked down at the button pad and entered the code for his office floor. A thoughtful frown appeared on his face and he checked his watch. It was a few minutes after 7pm now; his meeting ran later than he had anticipated. He wanted to send out a few emails out to his management team.

Mark briefly glimpsed at himself in the mirror, stroking his neatly trimmed stubble once before the elevator stopped and slide open with a quiet whoosh. He walked at a moderate pace, powerful long legs crossing the hallway in easy, confident strides. He approached his office doors, and with a push of a button, they slide open.

He walked into an office that was so high in the air, the evening skyline was below him, seen through the massive glass windows that took up the entire back wall. The floor was covered with a plush dark blue carpet, and his mahogany desk was situated perfectly facing away from the view.

Mark always had a fondness for wooden things.

His custom brown leather chair was pushed in, and papers were neatly stacked in a pile on the desk. Mark mentally took note of something; the cleaning staff already came, so he shouldn't be interrupted for the evening.

He sat down at his desk with a silent sigh, running a hand through his clean, raven hair before pressing a button on his office phone.

"Sean." Mark's voice was low and smooth, quiet, but commanding. He folded his hands together and waited a few seconds before a male voice responded on the line.

"Yes, hello sir."

"Come into my office with the daily report."

Shuffling of paper was heard on the other line, and Jack spoke again. "I'm on my way."

Mark spun around in his chair, taking in the beautiful sunset that expanded across the skyline, lighting the city in a blazing red glow. "Is everyone gone for the day?

A pause stretched over the line before his secretary answered. "Yes sir, everyone left."

Mark crossed his legs, resting on hand under his chin. He allowed himself, finally, a small quirk of a smile. "Very good." He spun around and ended the call. He started to peruse the paperwork he was to take care of tomorrow when the near-silent swish of his doors alerted him of his expected visitor. He listened to 3 quick, light taps that were familiar.