Nights With Ebony Stewart

1. Prologue

Her hands were shaking. In order to prevent from that, Bonnie let her fingers drum against her office desk.

With a shaky breath, she glanced at her wrist watch. Five minutes until it was time to leave. Until it was time for her to get the rest of her office things, which consisted of a simple blue puncher that was placed on the far corner of her desk. When she looked at the boring wooden surface of her once mess that would describe her work area, she felt a piece of her heart break.

This was it. Dawsey Enterprises was the very first business that took her in. She started as an intern merely a year ago. It has given her the great opportunity to peek into the work that she always wanted. The people here have been good to her. But she knew better than to make friends. She was planning something bigger, something more. She wanted to be that. Bigger and more.

Now she was only nineteen, but she was on her way up. She's saved enough, made enough deals and idealized her plans. Yes, Bonnie was ready, the world was ready. And she was despite all the bumps that were going to come her way, so fucking excited. A fair balance between confidence, patience and modesty was going to be her key to success, she knew.

Once those thoughts slowly faded away, Bonnie looked up from her desk. Upon seeing Michael, the boss' lapdog come her way, she straightened her back. Now, it was time. One last glance at her wrist and she realized it's been exactly five minutes since she last checked. Arrogant bastard, she thought with a secret smile.

He knew exactly that she was going to wait until it was time for her to go. And he let her wait, probably watching her through the cameras, thinking she did not realize his methods of showing who's boss. But he had another thing coming.

"Miss Stewart." Michael greeted her with a sweaty face, once he reached her desk. She knew Michael did not have one second of a break since he started working today, nine hours ago. She often pitied Michael, but someone had to do the job he was doing.

"Mister Dawsey is ready to see you." He finished, causing her to nod slightly and stand up. Of course he was.

Her heels and Michael's loud breathing were the only noises heard as they made their way towards the elevator. Most people were also on their way out, since work was over for the day. But they used a community elevator, one all of the colleagues and possible visitors shared.

Michael and her on the other hand, were walking into the boss' and Michael's elevator. She has never been in this one. It made her slightly anxious once the doors closed on them and it was working its way up. The boss was on the top floor, the thirtieth.

Bonnie glanced at Michael upon seeing him take out a tissue and rub his face. Poor guy, she noted again as she tugged and pulled at her skirt. Nothing but the perfect presentation in front of her boss. He wouldn't have it any other way, she knew it. Which was why she was so sure it was him.

Once the doors to the top floor opened, Michael stepped out first as he lead the way to the boss' office. She was wondering when the nervousness would really kick in. Now was the time. Her palms started sweating and Bonnie made sure to hide them behind her back as she intertwined her fingers.

When Michael knocked on a heavy looking wooden door, she took a deep breath. Merely seconds away from him, she felt the sudden intimidation she kept suppressing over the months. Yes, even the thought of being in a room with him alone was scary. But she chose this.

"Sir, Miss Stewart is here." Bonnie heard and looked up, not able to see a lot of his office, since Michael was only peeking his head through a small gap between the door and its frame.

"Send her in." Her breath hitched. Oh God. His voice was menacingly deep, laced with a rasp. She's never heard a man speak this low. It was intriguing at the very least.