YOU REALLY GOT A HOLD ON ME

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Chapter Seven

Saturday

Wilhelmina Slater was having a very bad morning. The only reason she was here, shivering at this golf course this early in the morning was because she wanted to be on George Harris Snr's good side. The day before did not go as planned. All her attempts to seduce that hoary old goat the night had failed and nothing was going her way. And Wilhelmina Slater was the type of person who always gets her way.

It was her turn to tee off and Wilhelmina tried to take out some of her frustration in that swing. Even with all her anger and aggression, the ball did not go that far down the green. She hated this game.

How could that old man ignore her charms?

She might be pushing 50 but Wilhelmina Slater was a very well preserved woman. Her figure was still stunning; she was virtually wrinkle-free and with her impeccable taste and mind, she was sure George Harris Snr would be eating out of her hand. But that old bastard seems to be immune to her charms. Instead, she was just attracting the lecherous attention of some of the lesser directors. Wilhelmina did not have time for that; she had bigger fish to fry.

It was all very frustrating.

She blamed it all on that Cassandra bitch. She was being her uncle's little poppet, pandering to the old man endlessly. Her and her dark haired boyfriend. Wilhelmina stood to one side as one of the other golfers teed off and she looked over to George Harris' flight; towards that dark haired young man.

Well, he was not bad looking at all and under normal circumstances. Wilhelmina's cougar instincts would have kicked in. He looked great in a suit and now looked great in polo shirt and smart slacks. He was just introduced as Jesse Swanson during the Directors' meeting and that was it. No titles, no explanation. Nothing. He had been seated next to George in the meeting, not saying much, but Wilhelmina had a feeling that he was actually quite sharp and nothing went past him.

Wilhelmina's mind kicked up a gear.

He had been with H&H some two-three months now? Wilhelmina was not entirely sure. And by the blank looks from the others when he was introduced, she was sure they had no clue as well. Wilhelmina tried to rack her brains; didn't he spend some time in MODE about a month back? She did not remember meeting up with him. Of course, she was just the Creative Director. Probably Jesse Swanson had met up with that dolt, Daniel Meade.

Wilhelmina quickly tapped the speed dial on her phone and waited for the call to be picked up. It was still early and knowing her assistant he would still be fast asleep after a night of debauchery.

"Willie?" Marc's sleepy voice came through the line. She hated being called by that name but under the circumstances, Wilhelmina let it slide.

"Marc, Cassandra is up to something."

"Ok..." Marc was stifling his yawn unsuccessfully.

"I want to know what," she demanded. "Get me everything you can find about Jesse Swanson. Get someone on the inside."

Wilhelmina turned at the sound of loud laughter. George Harris Snr seemed to be sharing a joke with Jesse and was patting the young man on his shoulder. Wilhemina's eyes narrowed.

"When I say I want everything, I mean EVERYTHING!"

Monday morning, H&H building, in The Closet

"So are you going to tell us what happened?"

Stacie was far too impatient to get to the juicy details and got straight to the point. Beca pretended to be busy trying to squeeze into the control underwear that will go under her black patent dress for the photo shoot.