At Her Service - Self-Control

[DISCLAIMER - Ask and receive explicit consent in any form. ALWAYS. Brief Fight./Quarrel]

Gloria wishes everyone in the office a warm morning, and settles in her desk. So far, 2 courses are completed, and she must begin organizing her notes. Also, she has a sort of test to pass to assess her judgmental and investigative capabilities.

As she sips her coffee, she senses someone looming over her. She looks up and see this adorable, yet defiant person.

"My name is Timon, but everyone calls me Titi. Pronounced tee-tee. I know I'm beautiful. So, you're a real Miss or a phony?"

Gloria arches an eyebrow while slowly setting her coffee cup on her desk.

"Ah... yeah you're the real deal. That look is unmistakable."

"And you're an insufferable brat, with no manners and no common sense."

The beauty smiles mischievously, slightly bowing. "Touché. My apologies ma'am. I'm here to inform you Mr. Malosi wishes to see you in his office."

"Thank you. You're dismissed."

"Excuse me?" Timon snaps back with a cackle.

Then he turns around and walks away.

Gloria smirks and takes a final sip. Taking her notepad and her pen, she grabs her scarf, adorns her neck, and goes to the second in command's office. I wonder what I've done... wait...

"Good Morning Ms. Gloria, please have a seat."

"Good morning to you Mr. Malosi, thank you."

Gloria looks directly in Hemi's eyes, awaiting his actions and words. She purposely didn't look at anything in his office to indicate she wanted things to finish quickly and things to be said succinctly.

"May I be frank and direct?" Hemi doesn't miss a beat.

"Of course" Gloria responds, remaining relaxed.

"You're a Miss. I also understand Mr. Christopher has noticed you."

"Whatever you mean, Mr. Malosi?"

"Whatever might happen between you two, I don't care. However, I do care about how it might affect this business. I'll need you to sign an NDA to avoid any future complications. This will not affect your performance or its relative reviews here at Benedict Holdings, and we have zero interests in monitoring your activities. All we care about is your labor, and ensuring a fair and competitive compensation to said labor."

Gloria can feel her jaw ticking.

"For a daddy, you're quite disgraceful and brazen. What a shame."

"Inconsequential. I protect my interests, regardless if you understand or not. "

Gloria is about to retort, but pauses... Then, she tilts her head.

"I never thought in my life a man-dom would be envious of me."

Hemi is taken aback.

"I must say I am flattered" Gloria continues. "But, as a fellow practitioner, surely you know one of the most important rules of our community. The only thing we spill is cum, Sir."

"Oh Miss... Don't forget the tears and the drool" Hemi smirks while admiring Gloria for the first time. "Then, we are in agreement?"

"I'll do you one better. I won't even glance at your little cum faucet" Gloria smiles with venom and disappointment.

"Fine by me" Hemi looks at her. "Though I doubt this resolve will last. The man can bend even the strongest of metals."

"Speaking from experience I suppose?"

"Yes, Miss" Hemi responds matter-of-factly.

Gloria gets up from her seat. "We shall see. If that is all, I shall take my leave now, good Sir."

"Have a wonderful day, Miss. It has been a pleasure."

"I'm sure of it" Gloria turns without a second glance, gently closing the office doors.

Hemi's stare lingers. Perhaps he might have committed a grave mistake. Nevertheless, he has to do it all to protect this business. And yet... he can still scent the woman's skin cream, the hair oil mix, the coffee aroma... The lady is a magnet in most if not all ways.

Christopher doesn't stand a chance.

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Gloria sits down, making sure to remain as calm as possible while removing her scarf. The fucking gall of this man. Though... she'd lie if she ever says she doesn't understand where he is coming from. Protecting such a serious and important business requires the displayed ruthlessness and honesty she has just experienced.

She cracks her fingers, rolls her neck, and stretch her arms. Let's focus on these notes.

"Good morning to you" a deep voice disturbs her focus.

"Good morning" she says as she stares at Mr. Benedict himself.

The man certainly knows how to dress. He has... delectable looks. But... the office discussion with Mr. Malosi has soured things. Most-likely forever. Yet, that dashing imbecile stands before her with hooded eyes, promising reverence and fortune.

When the man didn't move, and other coworkers were staring, Gloria started to feel annoyed.

"May I help you, Mr. Benedict?"

Christopher stares into her face, admiring her stern expression displaying open annoyance and... anger? This is unexpected. Is his presence that insufferable? For once, he decides to cut the crap and take several steps back.

"Apologies. Have a lovely day."

"Same to you good sir" Gloria responds, and goes back to her work.

Christopher continues his greetings, all met with much more enthusiastic responses. As he heads into his office, he pauses. He barges in Hemi who is reading into another inquiry report.

"The fuck did you do?"

The mammoth stands up and signals him to close the door. At times, Christopher forgets he mostly contains his bratty side for fear or unnerving his bestfriend. Well, today isn't one of those days, unfortunately for his second in command.

"I did what was necessary."

Christopher can feel a draining headache creeping in his mind.

"What did you say, you fucking fool."

"Who do you think you're talking to?"

Christopher steps to his partner's face, not kidding around one bit. If there's one thing these two have fought over, it's the infringement on their pleasure points -- be it a kink or a person. The rule is to never act behind someone's back, and to discuss the issue at hand when it presents itself.

"I'm talking you, you fucking shit. What did you tell her?"

"I told her to sign an NDA and-"

The slap rings loudly in the otherwise silent room. Thankfully, the room itself is sound proofed.

"How fucking dare you?" Christopher demands as he flares his nostrils.

Hemi slowly turns his head, the veins in his neck popping out, yet his face remains collected and impassive.

"Unlike you, I don't meddle business with fucking pleasure" he says in a low tone, showcasing his resolve to remain calm.

"I didn't even start anything with the woman! And now, she might leave!"

"So FUCKING WHAT?" Hemi finally snaps loudly. "You're gonna fuck up business for some woman, just like LAST TIME?!"

The pair looks into each other's eyes, not backing down, breathing in each other, their rage bellowing in the silence of the office. A knock on the door breaks the tension.

"Come in" Hemi answers, and Mrs. Tina brings in the requested file.

"Apologies for interrupting, but this is rather urgent. Among the requested files, there are also the investigative reports on Mr. Sprouts mortgage activities."

"Thank you Tina, and no you're not interrupting anything memorable" Hemi responds defiantly.

Christopher spins around and abruptly leaves the office, going to his. He messages Tina to have no one interrupt him under any circumstances. He tries to control his breathing and calm his nerves, remembering the "last time," as Hemi mentioned

M.E.