Master, Master {ManxMan} {BDSM}

Chapter Two

{Chapter Two}

I go into work the next day, tired and hung over. Unfortunately that night I drank a wee bit too much with Christian and we both passed out on my couch watching old reruns of I Love Lucy. As soon as I enter the hall lit with artificial light, I cringe and resist the urge to put on my sunglasses.

I enter the noisy main room where a long screen much like the ones in Wall Street display current information on the NASDAQ, S&P 500, and NYSE. While around fifteen to twenty TVs are displaying the largest stocks and their current state.

The employees are working fast in their cubicles, each answering dozens of phone calls every minute and talking so fast it's any wonder the people on the other end can understand them. Of course, most of the people calling are quick working worker bees just like these people.

Seconds after I enter the room my dainty assistant is on my heels. She's incredibly short, at least two feet shorter than my own six feet, though her six inch heels give her the appearance of being closer to five feet.

Her long legs that are being proudly shown off by a mid-thigh length black pencil skirt help her appear taller. While her pale salmon blouse compliments her deep chocolate skin tone. Her long, curly chocolate hair is currently swept up in a neat bun to keep it out of her deep brown eyes.

"You look hung over," she comments under her breath and I shrug.

"And you look like you could work in a strip club. What's up?" I demand. She laughs as we continue through the room towards my office.

"I take that as a compliment. SWHC dropped four percent over the weekend and GE closed at a lot of one point six percent," Danielle explains as she manages to fall into step with me. I curse at this and take off my jacket once we enter my office.

I turn on the lights to reveal the bare place, mostly full of file cabinets lining the walls. A pure black steal desk stands in front of one wall of gray file cabinets, covering the eggshell white paint. Three chairs sit on the sidelines while two chairs are positioned in front of my desk. The desk that's devoid of any items save for my encrypted desktop computer.

"How much do we stand to lose?" I ask warily as I rub my temples to soothe my migraine after I sit in my cushy chair.

"No more than three million," she replies. I cringe at this but nod because in the whole scheme of things, three million is nothing. Most of the time we make more than that every day. But it's still three million dollars down the drain.

"Alright, that isn't too bad. Keep an eye on them, if they look like they're going to drop anymore, pull out. Also, is my intern late?" She glances around my empty office before shrugging, a slight nervousness pooling in her brown eyes.

"Ah, I believe he is. Would you like me to give him a call? Maybe he got caught in traffic," she offers helpfully. Though I know for a fact the man is not stuck in traffic, he's still hung over and probably got up late. Idiot, that's what he gets for staying up to drink.

"That won't be necessary," I reply just as Christian enters. His pale green eyes are a darker shade and ringed in red indicating his lack of sleep, along with the hang over. His short, deep auburn hair is tousled with no clear attempt of having been fixed before he came here.

And he's wearing the same, cheap suite he wore yesterday, only now I can promise it smells of alcohol. His black slacks are a bit too small on him, the white shirt under has an old coffee stain that's hardly covered by his slightly too big jacket.

All I can say is it's a good thing he's an intern and not a full fledged employee or else everyone would expect me to fire him.

"Hey Danielle, uhm, how's it going?" he greets brightly, though it appears he spoke a tad too loud because he flinches slightly. Danielle arches a dark brow at him, clearly not impressed.