Diana Morgan spun her chair around, crossing her ankles as she set her heels down on the large mahogany credenza, and let her gaze drift to the floor to ceiling windows that made up the west wall of her office. At 27, she was the youngest CEO her high-technology company had ever seen, and arguably the best as well. Under her leadership, profits had increased faster than ever before. Her salary was in the 7 figure range, 8 figures during particularly successful years.
It's a good life, she reflected, watching the sunset from her spacious office 57 stories above the ground. However, she couldn't help but feel like she was missing something. Her efforts at dating always seemed doomed to failure; most men couldn't take a controlling woman, and those who could were frequently spineless, hoping to find a replacement for their mother who would take care of them. Diana had no need for spineless people; one of the first items of business when she took over the firm 2 years previous was to fire anyone who wasn't aggressive and success-hungry. Her sex life was nonexistent, unless you counted the vibrator she carried in her purse for when things got too frustrating. Diana sighed and reflected that sometimes you have to sacrifice to get what you want.
She looked over at the clock - 7pm, time to be heading out to the dinner meeting she had planned with the head of an allied company. His personality grated on hers like nails on a chalkboard, but she needed the products his company, and only his company, could provide her. Maybe I'll start my own company to make those products, she thought as she headed for the elevator.
As she stood, waiting for the doors to close, she saw one of her employees walk by. Mark was his name, Mark Grayson, a fiery salesperson she had met briefly some months before, when he was hired. She had noticed his beauty even then, but for some reason, today it all clicked in her head, and she knew that, starting tomorrow, things in her life were going to be different, and, more importantly, much better.
The next day, Diana's secretary, Samantha, was surprised at the change in her boss. Sammi (as she liked to be called, and never was by Diana) was like the day to Diana's night. Where Diana was tall, Samantha barely reached 5 foot 4 inches. Diana's short hair was black as coal; Sammi's blond hair gleamed as it fell in curls beyond her shoulders. Diana would be described as slender and proportionately built; Samantha had a body that others would have killed for, a perfect hourglass figure. Diana had a tendency towards dark, severe business suits that showed nothing off except how expensive they were. Sammi dressed to impress a different audience, in bright colors, short skirts, and plunging necklines.
On this day, however, Diana was markedly different. Her hair was perfectly styled, as always, but seemed softer somehow. The makeup on her face lent a feminine air to her look, instead of the masculine feel she often presented. Her business suit was a gorgeous deep blue, and clung to her like a glove, the short jacket emphasizing the curve of her hips, the short neckline showing only skin beneath it. Perfectly coordinated blue high heels adorned the feet at the end of her black stocking clad legs. Sammi stumbled over her greeting in shock, then continued properly, outlining Diana's schedule for this particular Friday.
Sammi's second shock came when Diana asked her to alter that schedule, booked solid until 8pm, freeing up an hour at 3pm for a meeting with one of the employees, someone named Mark Grayson. 15 minutes later, Sammi had accomplished the switcharound, and notified Grayson of the meeting. Sammi spent the rest of the day at Diana's side, as they made their way through seemingly endless meetings. Finally 3pm arrived, as did Mark Grayson. Sammi showed him into Diana's office and at a nod from her, quietly closed the doors and left the room, leaving Mark standing in front of Diana's desk.
