Chapter 3 - Meeting the CFO
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The day goes well when you start it in such a good way. Most of the morning, I was sporting a semi under the table as I kept remembering details of that hot session in the restroom stall. How fucking build is that man? Who could it be? I am sure I must have seen him, but I just couldn't put my finger on it.
As the hours went on, I thought of what I will do to him in the evening. The idea of his sloppy hole filled with my cum between his ripped panties just wouldn't let me calm down.
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"Nick, they shut us down!" Morris sat on the chair next to me.
"What? Why?"
"Then haven't said. Paul just said it to me on the way back from meeting with the board."
"I hope you are joking! We've been at it since June! That's ridiculous!"
"You tell me! This is my baby." he looked devastated. It may be silly for some, but when you invest so much time and effort into something, you can't help but feel betrayed by something like this.
"We shouldn't give up so easily, Morris!"
"What can we do? Owen said that proposal had major flaws, and he just won't back it up..."
"Then we'll write a new one." I was furious. I've spent months on that thing!
"What major flaws he talked about?"
"Like he would tell me."
"Who else would he tell that?"
"I suppose Paul knows."
"Fuck Paul! He could have fought for this more but is a damn coward."
"Then what do you suggest? We can't just walk into Owen's office and demand he'd change his mind."
"No, but we can hear his points and discuss possible adjustments. I haven't given up yet. What worst can happen if we ask?"
"Ok..." I could see his color started returning, and there was slight hope in his eyes.
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"Damn... I never thought I would use this."
I picked up my phone.
"What?"
"Favor. Give me one second."
I called Julie. She used to be one of my female subs. It was a long time ago, and we were both surprised to find ourselves working for the same company when I got hired, but since we both knew we were professionals, we decided never to speak of our past relationship anymore. This should be considered unethical, but it's worth the try.
She answered after the first tone.
"Sir?"
"Hi, Julie."
"How can I help, sir?" her tone was sweet and calm, as many personal assistants have.
"I need to ask a favor. I need to have a meeting with Mr. Simmons."
"How important is this, sir?"
"You know I wouldn't ask if it wouldn't be crucial."
Julie understood immediately from what position I was asking this favor. Her voice got lower. "Can you now talk, sir?"
"I am here with my colleague Morris Donovan who would be joining the meeting if you could arrange that."
"Right, I understand. You do realize this is crossing our original agreement."
"I do."
She got quiet for a minute.
"In that case, I will trust your judgment, and I hope we can discuss it later personally, sir."
"Of course, we can." I will reward you handsomely, my beautiful slut! The good thing is we've known each other for years prior, and I hope she knows I am a trustworthy person. Even though I wasn't thrilled, I needed to resort to this.
"I could schedule one for three o'clock this afternoon or ten-thirty tomorrow."
"We will be there today at three."
"Done. Then I will see you soon. Have a good day, sir."
"You too, Julie. You have my thanks."
She remained silent, and I hung up.
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Morris was over the moon! He would start dancing if we weren't in the open office!
"You are a genius! What have you done to her?"
Lots of things before we accidentally ended up in the same company. But I suppose we will have one extra session after a long time. I had to smile.
"We should decide how we will approach this. We can't just come there with a single, please."
"Sure, let's get to it!"
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We spent the whole time up to two o'clock going through everything we could think of. Finally, shortly before three, I went to refresh myself, and we headed to the elevator.
Mr. Owen Simmons was the CFO and had a reputation as a friendly but stringent man. We were nervous, but we were determined. As we stepped into the hall, Julie came to us.
"He is on the phone now but said you can go in. I told him that we had known each other, and you asked me this as a favor. He said he would listen to you only because of that." Julie smiled lightly, and I knew she was so proud of herself, knowing how good of a reward she must have earned. Plus, it eased the question of how we got here without the backstabber Paul.
"Thank you, Julie. I really appreciate that." I let her know as subtly as possible. She smiled and led us in.
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We came into the spacious office, and Mr. Simmons just put the phone on the table and stood up to welcome us.
I, however, stood frozen in my spot, staring at him with confusion. I knew that suit. I took it off him this morning! I looked down to see his shoes and then at his belt, but he had it covered by a suit jacket. Still, as I looked closely at him, there was no doubt in my mind. This man is Own-me. How silly and smart, he just left out one single letter.
I smiled at him and happily shook his hand, my mind working overtime, concentrating on the meeting and, at the same time, deciding what to do with that information.
Using this would also be unethical...
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So we did our best, and Owen listened to us. He was attentive and polite, pointing out things he found and asking questions he had. We talked for about an hour, and he never once stopped smiling with that gentle, understanding smile. When we finished, Morris and I felt good about ourselves. And I liked this man.
However, when he made sure we said everything, he started talking, and it wasn't good. He made us feel great about the effort we put into this and even admired the determination he could see in setting this meeting, but he still wasn't convinced.
So this little speech of his would have left me satisfied if I had been thirty years old, but now with ages in this business, I saw that he was politely telling us to fuck off, which got me angry.
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But I am not your traditional angry man. I got to the position I am in because I channel that anger and carefully choose how.
"Morris, would you mind if I talk with Mr. Simmons alone?"
They both looked surprised, but Owen seemed intrigued.
"Well... Sure. I will be out with Julie."
"No need; I will meet you down in the office. This may take longer."
Morris looked at Mr. Simmons, who looked at me with raised eyebrows.
"I should inform you that I also have a few things to do. Being CFO isn't about sitting in the corner office and looking presentable."
Good, a joke. Let's see how much humor you will have in two minutes, asshole.
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I looked meaningfully at Morris, and he said his goodbye and left us behind closed doors.
I immediately switched. Looking at Owen as prey. He noticed that but remained silent as if observing what would happen.
"What more did you want to say, Nick?"
"Nothing in regards to the project. You seem to be already decided."
"True, then why did you want to stay?"
