Help Wanted [*Complete*]

21

"The Submissive's safety will be paramount to Sir at all times, not only during play."

When I got back to the office Kelly was setting out contract packets on my desk. She grinned when she saw me. We caught up yesterday, she said that the new look really made me seem sexy and classy. Sexy I'd agree with, but classy I wasn't certain of—I did have nipple piercings under my dress now and I wasn't wearing a bra. Anyone who looked closely enough could make out the little ring beneath the hard point, they were always hard now.

"He's still in there with Greg Chambers," Kelly whispered.

"Oh?" I furrowed my brows, the meeting should have ended twenty minutes ago. I took out my WAKE phone and brought up his schedule. He didn't have anything for an hour, this was supposed to be his lunch. "I'm going to bring them coffee and pastry. What does Mr. Chambers take?"

"Heavy cream, heavy sugar. The café is closed so your best bet is to get to from the end of the hall."

"Why is it closed."

"They flooded last night."

"He's going to be in a bad mood." I mused aloud.

"Honey, he's already in a bad mood. I went in there to have him sign something and he insisted on re-stapling the thing."

"Maybe it's not my place but do you know why he's like that?"

"It's always something with people like him. You can't be incredibly smart and successful without quirks. His are just a little more apparent than most."

Except his clearly came before the success.

"Oh, alright. Well I'll take those into him when I bring the coffee."

"You're a doll, Natalia. I have to run stuff to Logan in Special Projects—he's also in a mood. It's like all of the men have their fucking cycles synced up." She huffed.

"Wow."

"I know. That's how I feel, I'm not taking it back. Executives get like spoiled, PMSing, sixteen-year-old girls when shit doesn't go their way."

"Good luck."

"Oh, I'm going to need it." She finished laying out the packets and then walked away.

I separated each out with sticky notes and then took the pile in the back with me while I made lattes at the fancy machine at the end of the hall. There were paper cups and lids with the WAKE International written across them in a tall somewhat menacing looking Serif font. I put the white plastic lids in place and the little sleeves that protected you from burning your hands on them before heading to Mr. Emery's office.

The door was open Mr. Emery sat at his desk with that great view of the city behind him. Before him was Greg Chambers—dressed down like a college student instead of looking like a CEO in his mid to late thirties. Mr. Emery looked like someone who should command a room, it wasn't just the severity of his black suit and that silver tie that made his eyes positively glacial. It was everything about him from his posture to the look he gave Greg Chambers and the tone of his voice. Everything read that he was the alpha male in the room and it tickled everything inside of me.

"Your coffee, Mr. Emery. Also, when you finish Kelly brought these up from Mr. Wood." I set the coffee in front of Mr. Emery and Greg before placing the stack on the edge of his desk, making certain it was straight and lined up perfectly with the edge of the desk.