Summary: A young hard-working man was struggling in his job at the construction as he was under pressure to make the ends meet. One day, however, he heard an interesting rumor that the company he works are offering a high-paying job to people who can offer "stress relief" to others. He makes a life-changing decision when he requested an interview with the CEO of the company, also know as the beautiful Lori Loud.
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Javier could think of many ways to make a living that could make him a lot of money, but he always liked to work with his hands. Which is what led him to working in constructions all over Royal Woods and its different gated communities, parks and downtown area. He'd worked on almost every project and part of the city, but the one place that he liked working the most was Royal Woods Country Club. It was the biggest golf course and club in the city and catered to almost all the elites and middle classes of the city with its luxuries like large pools, tennis courts, golf courses, horse stables and more than a few beauties that loved to spend their time there to show off their wealth. You know, small luxuries here and there for all to enjoy.
Sadly, Javier wasn't one of those people. Despite having so much work available to him, he had ranked up a large amount of debt in bad investments and his job was the only thing keeping him from the breadline. Which was the reason he had to gather the courage to reach out to the foreman.
"For the last time, Javier. No. I'm not giving you any more work or extra hours."
"Sir, please. I know I'm asking a lot, but I need the money," Javier said, almost pleading on his knees. "I just need a little more and I'll be able to take my debt down a notch or two."
"I hear you, and as sympathetic to your economic condition as I am, I can't give you more work or extra time. There aren't any more projects for you to work on. All the spots are covered and you're already working almost twelve hours a day." The foreman pointed to his clipboard. "And I'm not getting those union bastards on my ass because you want to make some extra money. I got other guys in line for that too. Look, I'll ask around, but I make no promises."
"Yes, sir." Javier sighed, knowing it was a long shot.
"Just get back to work on the new house for the club before I change my mind." Javier's foreman pointed to the house they were building to emphasize his point. "The boss will be here soon and I don't want her thinking that we're slacking. Now, back to work, Javier. Chop chop."
Javier gave his boss a salute before going back to work. He put on his hard hat and grabbed his company approved tools before heading to help on the basement and first floor. He quickly found himself pulling up four planks of wood over his shoulder before making his way down. After setting up the boards, he took out his hammer and nails and started to hammer away. It was the basis of the hardwood floor the owners wanted in the basement that would double as a man cave or game room. Part of him could already imagine himself taking a sip of beer as he watched a game on the large TV while sitting on a large couch with some hot wife or girlfriend. Ironically, or unironically, depending on how you see it, it made him work all the harder.
Javier picked up the boards with ease, putting all his muscles to work as he made the same trip over and over until the base of the basement was completed. His fellow construction co-workers quickly moved in to start putting on the support beams for the first and second floors as he finished making the bottom sturdy. It was bitter work but nothing he couldn't handle. He proceeded to help reinforcing the bases with cement and bricks as per the specifications of the architect. It was a bit out of his comfort zone but he could work with brick and wood as equals. As he laid the bricks and the cement with the other workers, his mind focused on the work as he wondered what to do about his current financial situation. If he couldn't get any more hours of work, then he would have to find another source of income. Perhaps a part time job that he could do on the weekends or online carpentry and wood sculpting classes. People loved to work with their hands like he did, right?
"What am I thinking? If people take online classes it won't be to learn how to make a coo coo clock with spare wood," Javier sighed while shaking his head. "It's not like I have any other skills to put to work. Maybe a bodybuilding instructor? A sport? Wrestling perhaps?" He continued stacking bricks into the cement, making sure they were nice and tightly in place.
"Yo, you heard about the boss lady coming over to check up on the progress?"
Javier stopped in his tracks and turned to see what his fellow construction workers were gossiping about. It was one of the few sources of entertainment that he didn't have to pay for, so it was usually a good laugh. He even added to the talk from time to time. Even if it wasn't the most verse in the topic.
"Yeah, apparently there have been some complaints from the country club members about how we work and she wants to see how tight this ship is running." Another worker mixed the cement. "Probably wants to get in good with the president of the club and get a membership or something."
"From what I heard, she doesn't need anything like that to get into a club like this one. She's supposedly this tough as nails lady in a suit that bends men to her will and intense glare." Another worker shared his information. "There's just something about her that can make men and women submit to her. Like a modern medusa of some kind. Or an enchantress."
"Please," Javier scoffed, earning the attention of the workers. "No woman can make anyone do anything that they don't want. She's probably just a strict no nonsense woman that likes her coffee black with no sugar like most bosses and people in business."
"Actually, I like my coffee with milk and no sugar."
Javier and the other workers stiffened up at the sound of that voice. It sounded soft like a scarf being wrapped around your neck, but strict enough to strangle anyone that got out of line. Like a honey coated horsewhip, it was ready to strike at a moment's notice if there was no reply or movement from the target of the voice.
Javier and his fellow co-workers slowly turned around to see who was the owner of the voice. None of them were ready for who stood behind them. Javier's eyes went wide in shock and awe at the sight before him. He'd met many women before but this was no mere woman born of the world.
The boss stood tall with fair skin that seemed to glow with the light of the sun as it hit her frame. Her eyes were of a clear baby blue like those of the very sky, and seemed to peer directly into the souls of man with ease to watch their darkest secrets come out to the light. Her short blond hair reached down to her shoulders and looked as wavy as it did professional with the rest of her ensemble, with small blonde bangs that covered most of her forehead showed a confidence that hadn't waned in years. She had little make up on her face, with just some blue eyeliner to make her blue eyes pounce more from her face and drown any experienced sailor. And two pearl earrings in terms of jewelry, which meant that she was a professional.
