My name is Sasha. I am an executive at a major bank, or at least I was until yesterday when I got fired. It was the worst day ever, well worst work day, but the rest was pretty cool. It's a bit of a story, but if you have the time I think you'll enjoy it.
So, starting at the beginning. My name is Sasha, and I am a twenty five year old American/Czechoslovakian woman. I have long black hair that reaches down to the middle of my back, but I usually wear it up for work. I am five foot eight inches tall and weigh 125 pounds. I am by all opinions well built. My measurements are 40DD -32-35, and when I wear a tight shirt and Daisy Dukes I stop traffic. I am also the youngest CFO in the history of Castle Banking Cooperative, an American based financial institution.
I have the perfect body, the perfect job and the perfect man. His name is Alexi, a former pro athlete who owns several car dealerships. Oh and did I mention he is a total babe. Mine is truly a wonderful life, and I am grateful for every part of it, except when my personal and professional lives conflict.
I have been spending a lot of time at work lately, working on a merger with a major foreign banking company. It's the kind of deal that not only builds a bullet proof resume, but can be very, very lucrative. I was looking forward to becoming the Associate CFO and making a killing. It also has me so tied up that I haven't seen Alexi for more than ten minutes a day for over a month. Even my weekends are jam packed with work. Audits, financial reviews, stock valuations, and asset discovery are all I have been doing as we work to close this deal. It has been grueling, but the CEO promised me a hefty bonus and some well needed time off if I could make it happen.
So there's the conflict, too much time at work and not enough time in bed with Alexi.
Last week we finally closed the merger. It was champagne, caviar and Rolexes all over the office. As promised I received a huge bonus, it was just shy of 2 years salary. I almost cried when I opened it, but instead paid off the Porsche and bought two tickets to Maui. I was going to spend the first week in bed with Alexi and the second surfing and working on my tan, but first I had to prep for my interview. I was pretty much a shoe in, but wanted to really impress the new bosses and show them I was ready for more. I spent two weeks learning everything I could about the new company, their officers and clients. I slept at my office, worked out at the on site gym and ate whatever I could get delivered. I called Alexi every night before bed, sent him some nudes, and reassured him it would all be worth it.
For my interview, they flew me Zurich first class, and whisked me by limousine to the main office. The interview was with a panel made up of executives from both companies. It lasted 3 hours and I was asked to explain past choices, present strategies and my vision for the future. It was challenging and mentally exhausting, but in the end I think I crushed it. I was given a tour of the town, taken to dinner and then dropped at the nicest hotel in town. After a long hot bubble bath, I turned in for a well deserved night's sleep.
The next morning I hopped a jet back the states. After a long flight, I was met at the airport by the Executive Vice President of Human Resources Matt Charles. Matt was a lifelong company man. He was six months from retiring, and would probably take a buy out and leave early. He asked how my trip was and I told him about the main offices, my interview and brief tour of the town.
Arriving back at the office Matt grabbed my bags and loaded them in my car. His phone alerted him of a new text message. "Sasha, looks like Steve wants to see us." We walked into the building and made our way to Steve's office. I was hardly dressed for a meeting, wearing a comfortable skirt, light sweater and flip flops for the flight home. I told Matt I didn't feel good about meeting Steve looking so casual, but he said not to worry.
Steve Daniels, the CEO of our company, was sitting at his desk when we entered, but jumped up and greeted us both. He asked me how the trip was and then had us take a seat. I had met with Steve several times in the past, but something felt odd this time.
"So, I'm not going to beat around the bush. The parent company has decided to offer us all severance packages, and stock buyouts." He handed us both a packet, and picked up a memo to explain the next steps.
"Wait, they're letting us go?" I didn't understand. I had interviewed for a position the day before. "But they just flew me to Zurich."
Steve looked at Matt and then turned to me. "It was a formality, a courtesy if you will. They wanted to be respectful."
"So they wasted my time. Did I ever have a chance?" I was reeling and needed clarity.
Matt jumped in to help Steve explain. "Listen Sasha, It's a very male dominated culture over there. It isn't right, but"
"Ar you fucking kidding me? Male dominated! They say they're a progressive company, but in reality they're a bunch of chauvinists! Fuck them, just tell me about the package and get me the hell out of here!" I took my anger out on them unfairly, but I had no one else to blame.
Steve took us through the package, took our security badges and had us escorted back to out offices to grab our personal items. Then we were walked out. I gave Matt a hug and apologized for my earlier outburst. We laughed, admitted the package was actually pretty awesome and promised to keep in touch.
The drive home added more fuel to my rage. Road construction delays and stupid drivers had me at my wits end. When I finally got home, i wanted nothing more than to drink some wine and soak in the tub. I grabbed a bottle of Merlot and headed upstairs.
Walking down the hallway to the master bedroom, i heard noise coming from inside. As I gt closer I realized it was Alexi, and It sounded like he wasn't alone.