I couldn't wait for the next morning. All the things I wanted to put into effect had already been done. Now it was all about implementing them. I sat at the couch and wondered about who I wanted to promote. I had narrowed it down to Tiffany and Mike, I knew what Lauren and Samantha had said about Mike, but they didn't know him as I did. Sure there were times where he could be a bit friendly, but I knew I could get more out of him.
I booted up my Playstation and put on my headset. Nothing made the day melt away like a good video game. The first few bouts went will my kill to death ratio was on point. Then I got an invite from one of my online friends, then another. It was going to be a good night.
"Shut-up!" I yelled as the alarm on my phone went off.
I knew I was going to kicking myself when it went off. I had stayed up later than I should last night. The online massacre had reached its peak at eleven and didn't end until two. I looked at the time of five-forty five. I shook my head, knowing that I could push back my entering the building to nine instead of seven.
"Get up," I said to myself trying to get motivated. All the things I had worked for depended on me being there before everyone else, not afterward. "I really need an assistant," I grunted as I got out of bed.
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"Hey Carl," I said as I pulled up to the security gates.
"Hey," Carl replied. He had been Eric's assistant for two years. I knew he was going to get the promotion, even though I didn't like him. I couldn't forgive him for what happened the first day I had come for a job interview.
"Thanks," I said as the gate opened.
"We going to be good?" Carl asked as he handed back my security card.
"Don't have much of choice now do we?" I replied.
I drove away without looking back. I knew I was petty, especially now that I had a managerial position, but the way he looked at me that day still bothered me. He had treated me like I was not worthy of entering and had treated me as such until the day I got my security card, and even then, he would do random checks on my car. When I asked everyone else if he or any of the security personnel had done that to them they had all answered no, when I brought it up to Eric he said he would take care of it, I later got an apology, but it was enough to leave a wrong impression.
"You're early," Tiffany said as she greeted me at the door.
"What do you mean, I always come at this time," I said as I looked at her.
"Yes," Tiffany smiled. "You're the boss now, you could have come in at nine and sent a text or an email, and Mike, and I could have taken care of anything you needed to get done."
'Why didn't I think of that,' I thought to myself.
"Mike's here?" I asked.
"Yeah, he came about fifteen minutes ago. He didn't even say hi, he just walked up the stairs," Tiffany smiled.
"You prefer that, don't you?" I said.
"Absolutely, if he wants to act like a child because I don't have interest in him, that's his problem, not mine," Tiffany shrugged.
She was right, of course. Mike could act childish at times.
"What time?" Tiffany asked as she looked at me.
"About ten, ten thirty?" I replied. I knew she was asking about her interview. She was good like that, reading my mind before I had said a word.
"I will make sure everything down here is squared away by then," Tiffany nodded. "If you do promote me, who are you going to put in charge down here?"
"Daniel," I said without thinking about it. He had been Tiffany's boss a few months ago. He had a family emergency and took a leave of absence. We had to put someone in charge, and Tiffany stepped up. When he returned, he had no problem accepting Tiffany as his boss. If I promoted Tiffany, he was the obvious choice.
"Good," Tiffany nodded.
We walked our separate ways as I walked up the stairs to the second floor.
"Morning," Mike greeted me.
"Morning," I replied as I walked the center lane between all the rows of computers and chairs. "I see they got rid of all the cubicles."
"Yeah," Mike said, looking around as I walked towards my office. "I like it."
I had told the night team to not worry about anything else other than getting my new open layout set up. Now that I saw it, I was impressed that it looked a lot better. There were no more barriers and obstacles. Everything seemed to flow and fit together.
"Denise might not like it," Mike said as I stopped at my door.
I looked over at her desk. It was as open just like everyone else. "She will get used to it," I replied.
"Things should run much smoother around here," Mike said. "Lauren wasn't as open to changes. She wouldn't have liked this layout at all."
"Well, Lauren has her ways, I have mine," I shrugged. "I like open communication. Lauren liked the chain of command," I nodded as I opened the door to my office with the key. "That reminds me, your interview is at nine, also if you want to be the next assistant you are going to have to able to talk to Tiffany."
"Understood," Mike said as he nodded his head.
I had a few moments to myself before all the others came in for the day ahead. As I sat down and got into my emails, there were a few from Lauren and Samantha as well as other department heads. They got me thinking about the predicament I was in, especially now that Eric had gone. I started to think was he right. Was I over my head? Two beautiful women wanted me, why?
I was no actor or star basketball player on a scale of ten I was maybe a six or even a seven. I didn't have a huge dick that hung down past my knees like some of those interracial comics would portray or was it twelve inches like you would read in some of the erotic stories online. I would say I was an inch over average, I had been told by most women I was thick, but most of them always said I came harder and had a lot more than most men.
I knew that from the first time, I had a wet dream. My mother had thought I had wet the bed. Since then it had always happened, especially if I went a long time between sessions. I remember I went through a drought of women and had been too busy with work and other things, the next time I was with a woman I got light headed from the amount of cum I shot out. I never saw her again.
Why was I over thinking any of this, any man would be happy in my position. Two women that know about each other were eager to have sex with me, no strings attached, I didn't have to take them out on a date or pretend to like the same movie they did, it was a purely sexual attraction. Maybe that was the problem. It was just sex. There were no feelings, no relationship.
"Get it together," I said out loud.
I had broken up with my last girlfriend because of those reasons. I loved my job. Not many people could say that and mean it. I loved where my career was taking me. When I started, I lived in a roach infested one bedroom apartment in the middle of downtown. I was scared every day that something might happen to me when I went home. Now I lived in a condo with security personnel, with this new position and salary I could move out and buy a house. I wanted to go all the way up to the top and make the big decisions. A relationship was not what I wanted, not at the moment.
I sat back and smiled. I had it made when I actually thought about it. On the one hand, there was Lauren, my former boss. She was in her late forties but looked like she could pass for her thirties with a body that most women her age or younger would kill for and the sexual drive of a teenager. There wasn't anything that Lauren wouldn't do sexually. The best part of all of it was that she was good at all of it but especially good with her mouth.
I was getting hard just thinking about it. Lauren could do things with her mouth that would make any man burst within seconds.
Then there was Samantha who was in her early forties. She was curvy in all the right places. Even though Lauren had a nicer ass that had a perfect peach shape, Samantha had her beat in the boob department by a long mile. They were huge. I still remember the moment they dropped out of her bra, much bigger than I had ever imagined with small pink nipples. The thing about Samantha was that she also had a high sex drive, and once she got on top. I shook my head as I thought about it, the thought both excited and scared me, the last time it felt like she was going to tear my dick off.
There was a knock on the door that woke me up from my daydream. "Come in," I shouted.
Mike peaked his head inside. "Everyone is here," he said.
"Good," I nodded. "I will be right out."
It took me a few to get myself composed. When I walked out, I realized that I was going to be talking to some people that had been here in this building long before I had shown up. Now I was their boss. I had already heard rumors and whispers that some of them thought I got this job because I was black as well as I was Lauren's puppet. I could care less about what they thought. I had worked hard for this position.
I stood in front of them and started my short speech. I made sure they knew that they could talk directly to me; they didn't have to go through my assistant or an email. I saw a few nods. I knew they didn't like that they couldn't speak directly to Lauren. I asked for each of them to give me their thoughts on the new layout and what they wanted as far as changes. As usual, there were a few outlandish thoughts and ideas, but all in all, it went well.
"Ready?" Mike asked as I began to walk to my office.
