One Year Internship Ch 21 Wk 48

CHAPTER 21

Week 48

It is very early this Saturday morning, just before four am. There is a little light coming off of a Christmas globe that I never put away. It is just enough for me to see Shana clearly. She finally looks at peace. It took many hours of continuous discussion, and a lot of lovemaking to stabilize her. She had worked herself up while I was busy fucking her boss.

Shana is my first love, and even though this is very new to me, I seem to be handling it better than she is. The summation of her worry last night was not anything sexual. She doesn't seem to be worried in the slightest if I fuck other people. In fact, she told me last night that she loves eating a man's cum out of my pussy. Her exact words were, 'It is so delicious Megan. Your pussy is sweet and wonderful, and the man's cum is tangy and salty. It is like a hot dessert.' I could not help but laugh as she added on, 'Oh, and it is especially hot if I get it after you tell me the sexy tale of your adventures.'

No, Shana seemed to be caught up with how to act normal at work after I am no longer in this role. Basically, once we are simply employees, how could we not be so public or outward about being a couple at work. At the very foundation of it, she is concerned with her ability to not be affectionate at work. She does have a tough exterior of a reputation to uphold.

I rebutted her argument by stating that we behave ourselves at work now, at least when we are around other people. Her completely rational response was that we currently have an apartment in the building that we can sneak away to any time she schedules it on my calendar. I continued to try to calm her down by expressing that we would not see each other much during the day unless we set up time for it, like we do today. I even suggested that we could hide out in one of the hotel spaces on the sixth or seventh floor and eat each other out whenever we felt an urge that could not wait. She seemed to be on board with that, as it might help her cope.

I had been awake for a while now, decompressing from the past day. The wonderful sex with Rafael had me wondering about whether I wanted to dip my toe in that water again after I was no longer in this role. There was an expectation that he would be back to headquarters a few times next year and I would more than likely make it to Brazil now that I was a leader in the product team; a thought that still blows my mind. Truthfully though, it would be prudent if I cut all sexual ties with anyone at Tri-Star after this role is over. I really don't want any complications once I am a legit employee.

The concern was real about how I would transition from being fucked multiple times per day to having to fend for it like a normal person. How would I do that if I go cold turkey with anybody in this building, except Shana of course. I made another mental note to talk to Nicole about how she managed it.

Since I was so awake, I decided I should do something productive. So, I slipped out of bed quietly, so as to not disturb Shana. I got myself ready and went to the gym early. After ninety minutes of weight training, ab work, and stretching, I decided I was not ready to go home just yet. I needed more thinking time, the kind that comes with a run.

I headed for the greenway close to the office and began to run. I was not paying attention to how fast I was going. My phone would track it. My mind started in again. I thought through what I wanted out of life over the next few years. What were those things that I wanted to accomplish? It was like new year's planning, but in the middle of the year.

I continued to work through things in my mind until I felt I was in a good place and ready to act. I looked around me and did not recognize where I was. The trees and pathway were not something I remembered seeing before. I pulled my phone out of my sleeve and was shocked. I had almost run ten miles. I guess I was so caught up in deep thought, that my running was on cruise control. I also noticed I was running under eight-minute miles, which is impressive. I decided to run to the next marker and then turn around.

As I did the turn, I put on some fast-paced punk music and went for it. By the time I got back to the turnoff to the office, I had completed twenty miles, right at two and half hours, and was in a great mind space. I changed my music to some Mary J Blige and walked the final half mile or so back to the office.

Before heading back to my apartment, I made my way to the cafeteria. It was not full service on the weekend, but the coffee bar was open. I ordered a variety of things to take back to the apartment to enjoy with Shana. I let myself into my apartment and headed right for the bedroom, and saw that Shana was still snuggled up under the covers. I shed all of my clothes and crawled under the covers and started kissing her all over her body. It did not take her long to stir, and only a few moments after that for me to start lapping at her delicious pussy. I wanted to pleasure her this morning and get our weekend started on the right foot.

After giving her two orgasms, I kissed my way up her smooth stomach, stopping to put some love on her sensitive nipples. Shana pulled me in for a sweet morning kiss before asking, "And what do I owe this to, this morning?"

"I love you, Shana. I have had a wonderful morning, and I wanted to share my good mood with you.

"What made your morning so wonderful? I mean, how long have you been up? What time is it?"

"I got up just after four. I could not sleep so I decided to get up and conquer the day."

Shana shook her head in disbelief. I continued, "Join me in the shower and I will tell you about my morning."

As she poured herself out of the bed, I grabbed our goodies and met her in the bathroom. Some people have shower beers. We had healthy shower fruit blends. As we washed and pleasured each other in the shower, I told her about my weight training and my twenty-mile run. While she was impressed by my physical achievements, she was more interested in me walking her through my deep thoughts and conclusions.

I told her all about it, asking her opinion along the way. The dialogue helped me confirm some assumptions and even helped me make some decisions I was unsure about. By the time we were finished, we had an action plan for the weekend, and beyond.

Shana suggested, "Why don't we look for an apartment and a car for you this weekend?"

My curveball was to suggest, "Have you ever thought about us just living together right away? I mean, I feel like it is a waste of money for me to rent an apartment and furnish it, if I am just going to spend all my time with you."

While she considered it, and agreed mostly on principle, her argument was, "I think at this stage in your life, you need your own space. You should have your own private area that is yours. It is also a good experience for you to have to pay your own bills. You don't have to go overboard on decorating or furnishing if you don't want to."

Back and forth we went. Finally, I agreed with her logic, even if I was planning to spend most of my free time with her. A very solid convincing factor was when she suggested, "Why don't you just rent an apartment in my complex. Then we can walk to and from each other's apartment easily, and maybe even carpool to and from work."

The final thing she said was, "I will make you a deal Megan. You sign a one-year lease, and we see how it goes. If after a year, we find that we are still in love and want to be with each other all the time, we will buy a house or a condo and move into a new place that is ours together. Deal?"

I hugged her as hard as I could and told her that was a wonderful compromise. We got dressed and started our adventure. I found an apartment that was on the same side of the complex as Shana's. The bad news was that I had no credit, so it was time for me to engage with my parents about my post internship life. I was hoping to put that off longer, but I needed them to co-sign for my apartment.

Saturday was a full day with Shana as we found the apartment, and a car I wanted. I called my mom and arranged for me to join them for dinner that night. Shana dropped me off at their house that evening and wished me good luck. I was swamped by both parents. They wanted to immediately know everything, even though we were still standing in the foyer.

Over the course of the next three hours, we went out to dinner, and I explained to them the recent happenings in my internship. Of course, most of it was a bit of a cover story as I could not tell them that I had been fucking tons of people constantly for almost eleven months. I told them an almost completely believable story about assisting them in a breakthrough that allowed them to make a big deal with another company. As a result, I was going to get a job offer with a nice signing bonus.

They were super proud of me, even if they still wondered why I needed to be fully away from home the whole year. The conversation then went to the next steps as my internship was ending. I talked to them about the apartment, and the car, and how I needed them to co-sign for me. I convinced them that between the signing bonus and my new salary that I would be able to pay for these things. Little did they know that money was not going to be an issue for me for a while.

I stayed the night in my old room, and first thing in the morning, my dad took me to the apartment complex and signed the papers with me. Then he took me to do the same for a car. It was modest, but nice. I could certainly afford more, but I was maintaining my cover and attempting to stay humble. Of course, they would do the job they needed to. I spent most of the rest of the day with my parents until I needed to get back to the office. I told them I only had another month and then I could see them as often as they wanted. They dropped me off at the office building, and I called Shana as soon as I got back to my apartment.

Before I knew it, I was yawning and telling Shana good night. I had to get some sleep and prepare for the upcoming week.

Monday morning started as usual with a solid workout, a nice breakfast, a shower, all before my seven am meeting with Steve. We spoke a little business to start. I could tell he was still irked that he had to approve my extravagant expense report. If reminding him about how valuable I have been for the company was not enough, I deepthroated his cock as a way to make him feel better.

The rest of the day seemed to be the official kickoff of my farewell tour. Almost every appointment I had, the topic of whether it was the final one with that person came up. At least half of them made it a point to schedule a real final session with me in the upcoming few weeks.

In fact, this guy Joel, who I only started spending time with a few weeks ago, has scheduled a ton of reoccurring appointments the next few weeks to make up for lost time. After a long session in a huddle room, where I blew him, fucked him, and swallowed his load, I told him that my internship was running out. He panicked, thinking that his sex life was over. I kind of felt bad for the guy and offered to fill his needs more regularly over the next few weeks. I may have to help him find a girlfriend as well. Guys can be so fragile sometimes.

Tuesday started with Latavious, my trainer, kicking my ass for an hour in the gym, and then licking and fucking me for another hour afterwards. I barely got cleaned up in time to make my first real meeting of the day, which was with Seema, to discuss my employment contract, and onboarding.

We met in everyone's favorite conference room on the fourth floor. I gazed at her as she sat on the other side of the table, filtering through the papers of my contract and trying to find her notes. She was a beautiful woman. I have heard she was in her fifties, but one could never tell. She had the ageless Asian beauty all women envy. Her pale face was flawless, without a noticeable wrinkle. Her long, curly dark brown hair fell over the shoulders of her pressed dress shirt. Her long, sexy neck had a small mole on the left side, almost like a bullseye for tender kisses. Part of me felt very sad that she was not interested in doing anything sexual with me.

My gaze was broken with her saying a little more aggressively, "Megan, are you ready?"

I nodded my head, and we began. This being my first corporate job, I had a number of questions. Seema was patient, and answered them all, even if they were rudimentary for her. Unlike my internship, I would be paid a normal salary, have normal working hours, and have to figure out things like healthcare, and retirement. The non-disclosures were much more significant, as I was to be privy to much more confidential information. It took a long time to go through the more than twenty pages.

By the time we were done, I was signing my papers and committing to Tri-Star for a minimum of three years, barring any unforeseen circumstances. They wanted to make sure I was committed if they were going to continue to invest in me. I knew I wanted to be here, be with my girlfriend, go to college, get paid, and gain valuable work experience.

I made it through several more appointments that day before finishing with a meeting with Jon. I specifically noted the color of the invite. No physical action expected. That made me sad. There was also a note in the invite for me to bring my computer.

Just before five, I was tapping on his open door. He waved me in and asked me to sit at his conference table. As he sat down, I joked, "I guess this means there will no action this evening."

Jon sat in the chair across from me and smiled. "As much as I enjoy being with you Megan, you and I have to transition to the next stage of our relationship. From here on out, we are almost all business."

"Almost?" I asked, hoping for a loophole.

"Well, you do still have a month left in your internship and I am still the executive sponsor of it. So, there may be some topics or events where I need to drop back into that world with you."

I frowned, as he continued, "Plus, I will have to determine your end of term bonus, and final payouts. In my mind, you have more than earned them."

It was that moment, that it truly hit me that I had an escrow account with a bunch of money due to me if I could finish the term. I mean, I knew I had money in my account, and was in good shape financially, but the magnitude of the potential windfall was more than I had considered. My mind had just started to wonder when Jon brought me back. "Megan? Should we get started?"

"Oh, yes. Sorry."

Jon started, "Seema told me that she answered all of your questions, and you signed the contract."

I nodded.

"Do you have any questions for me?"

I replied, "Rafael told me that I would be his peer, and the contract stated that Sam was my hiring manager. Do you think I am ready to have a role at that level?"

Jon sat back in his chair and replied, "I don't think you know everything you need to, to be at that level. But I think you will rapidly learn and become ready quite quickly. The key thing I need for you to do is go into that position with the mindset that you belong there, and don't let anyone, or anything they say, make you think otherwise. There are going to be jealous people, or some that are angry that you were given that opportunity and they weren't. You have to ignore them, and do the best you can at the tasks that you are given."

He paused, and I let out the breath I was holding. He continued, "You have worked your ass off to be given this opportunity. You have shown the work ethic needed to close any gaps you may have right now. Just keep doing what you have been doing. Learn from the others around you. Ask questions if you are unsure about something. I think you will be okay. We are here to support you."

I nodded my agreement and resisted the urge to dive into my thoughts. He asked again, "Anything else related to the contract you wanted to ask me?"

"I think it was quite thorough and Seema added some additional context, so I understood how it is supposed to work. I think I am good."

"Good," Jon replied, "My next topic is that I have an update for you on your Vegas bonus."

Jon got up and went over to his desk and retrieved a pack of papers and brought it over and handed it to me. "Fresh off the presses. I just got this from the board this afternoon."

I flipped through it, but it did not make much sense to me. Jon saw I was a little confused and gave me the summary. "As a bonus for the work that you did in Vegas, to help us win the deal with Feluca, the board is giving you and Victor a restricted stock grant. Do you know what company stock is?"

I replied, "Yes. It was one of the topics that Stella taught me during our sessions. In fact, she has been helping me invest over the past few months. And there was language in my employment contract related to the employee stock purchase plan that Seema explained to me."

Jon nodded, "Good. I am glad you have the foundational understanding. A restricted stock grant means that you have been given stock from Tri-Star. You do not have to pay for it. It is a gift or as it is called in the stock world, a grant."

I nodded my understanding and looked at the summary sheet again. I was reading through the numbers when Jon continued, "You will receive a portion on your first official day of employment and an additional portion each year on your anniversary. Twenty-five percent each year for four installments. The total of the grant is worth approximately a million dollars at Tri-Star's current stock proce. But the stock can go up or down which effects the ultimate value, obviously."

I looked at the numbers and considered what Jon had said. I looked at him and asked, "The board of directors is giving me a million dollars for my efforts in Las Vegas?"

"They are giving you a million dollars in stock for the results you help us get in Las Vegas. A lot of corporate America is about results, not effort. That is an important thing for you to remember."

My thoughts were all coming together, and I ran a ledger in my head. A silent shoutout to Stella for helping me gain this skill. I asked Jon, "Can I ask you something, maybe a little personal?"

Jon nodded, so I continued, "A lot of very big positive financial things are all coming together at once for me. My new job, with my new salary, the financial windfalls I have gotten over the past year, my escrow, this," I held the packet up to show what I was emphasizing. "Do I deserve all of this? I mean, I am smart enough to know that not that many people, especially my age, are getting this."

Jon smiled and leaned forward. "Yes, Megan. You deserve it. First things first, this internship is very, very hard. We had to make it financially worth-while or no one would do it or no one would last the year. And not only did you do it well, but you excelled at the sales aspects of it which added to your coffers."

Jon leaned back in his chair and continued, "The job offer is in line with others that would do that job. It might even be a little low, as you are not coming in with the experience we would normally look for. But we are paying for potential. In fact, this is how I want you to look at it."

He grabbed a piece of paper and a pen and started listing numbers out. "Our productivity has gone up 28% this year based on the three KPI's we use to measure it. That 28% is a big reason our revenue and profit have gone up 16% and 4.8% respectively. Additionally, the productivity lowered our operational costs 32%. The combined financial impact of those productivity improvements adds up to almost three hundred million dollars. And I think you had something to do with that. Do I think you are worth the five or six million you are going to end up with? For sure. And do I think Tri-Star is going to continue to make money off of your contributions over the next three years, at least? I think so. So, do I think you are worth it? Absolutely. I absolutely think you, in particular, are worth every penny you are getting."