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The Hammerlain Enterprises corporate-wide annual conference convenes each year to brainstorm ideas, train employees on better sales and management strategies, and celebrate the success of the previous year. One of the main activities of the conference is for small teams to create unique presentations that illustrate ideas to improve employee and management relations. This year, each team of volunteers was named after a mammal. Team Dolphin consisted of Elizabeth, the C.O.O. of one of the corporation's several companies; Thomas, a custodian at an assembly plant, and Stephie, once an intern, now a new-hire in the corporate IT department.
The three-person teams of volunteers were created by the HR department head and the CEO of the corporation in a somewhat random fashion. Each team member had to be from a different company or office and have a different role within that company. Neither salary nor education played a role in forming the lists. The idea was to mix people up to get a wide variety of input concerning corporate culture, ways to improve performance, and to re-write the corporate mission statement. The corporate CEO assigned an upper-level manager from one of the companies to each small group of three-to-five people and stressed the importance to the managers to get everyone involved in the process.
Team Dolphin met in a small conference meeting room in the large hotel. It was the last meeting of four that were structured over the past four days. This last team meeting would work for four hours, just before the dinner break, then re-convene to share their work with the larger group the next day.
For the past three meetings, Elizabeth and Stephie did all the work. Aside from a PowerPoint, this work included the list of ideas to improve the company, the main concepts for the mission, and the roles the three would play in the group report. They were, for the most part, finished with the serious work they needed to do and were now assigning the roles for the presentation. Stephie had her face in her smartphone answering an email while Elizabeth was struggling to find something for Thomas to do when they made their presentation the next day. So far, all he had done was shrug his shoulders when asked a question, and stare at Elizabeth as she worked at the conference table.
There were several hundred in attendance dressed in business casual, but it was common for all the executives in the company to wear full, professional attire. Elizabeth respected this practice and wore her business suit with an above-knee black skirt, white button-down shirt, black suit jacket and three-inch black heels. She wore no panty hose as she knew she would be sitting all day and saw no need for such a formality.
Elizabeth worked hard to secure her position with Hammerlain Enterprises. A serious professional, wife, and mother of two college-age girls, she was the type of woman that men in her profession both admired and lusted after. She did all she could to hide her sexy body, but at 5'8" with a slender build and enormous G-cup breasts, she wasn't able to conceal such perfection no matter how hard she tried. Everyone knew Elizabeth. With her impossible to ignore tits, her wide smile and blonde hair that she wore to a shoulder's length; all the men thought she was a welcome addition to the executive team five years ago.
After twenty years of marriage and two daughters, Elizabeth was the perfect wife, although she wasn't as available to her daughters as she would like to be. She was satisfied with her life in general and was looking forward to her continuing her successful career with the company.
"Thomas, did you hear what I just suggested?" Elizabeth wasn't accustomed to dealing with maintenance men nor was she used to people not listening to her.
Before he could reply, Stephie interrupted.
"John at IT needs me in the other building, can I go, or do you need me to do something else? The PowerPoint is done." Stephie had her cell phone in hand and was moving toward the door.
'Shit. Now it's just me and this do-nothing fool,' Elizabeth thought.
"What? Oh great. Well, I guess I'll finish this up here without you." Elizabeth finished rearranging the paperwork into piles according to the content and was now double checking the presentation slides.
"Elizabeth, we're basically done. All you need to do is find him something to do." Stephie pointed her phone at Thomas.
"Fine. But keep your phone handy in case I need anything at the last minute."
"Will do." Stephie closed the door behind her leaving Elizabeth and Thomas alone.
"Well? What part of the presentation would you like to handle, Thomas?" Elizabeth repeated.
Thomas was staring directly at Elizabeth's chest. Her giant, bulbous breasts were straining the buttons of her white, button-down blouse as she leaned forward with her hands on the conference table.
Looking down, she noticed Thomas's attention.
"That's inappropriate, Thomas. Look at my eyes, please."
"What will you give me if I cooperate?" His eyes finally met hers, temporarily shocking Elizabeth, not only by what he said, but by the bold look he gave her.
Elizabeth was caught off guard by the bizarre question. Thomas was not exactly a catch for any woman. He had a large mouth with slightly bucked teeth. His complexion was pocked and rough. His style of dress left something to be desired. He was dressed in a white tennis shirt with blue stripes on the sleeves, new, baggy jeans ironed with a crease. He might have been from an entirely different planet from the one Elizabeth lived on. Thomas stood just under six feet tall and was as skinny as a rail. He wore his afro trimmed close to the scalp and had a dark black complexion. He looked exactly what a stereotypical maintenance man would look like, or so Elizabeth thought. He was repulsive to her.
"What?!" She sat down in the chair across from the scrawny black man.
"You're the leader of this group. I could make you look bad in front of whole lot of people." He rested his hands on his head and smiled.
"So, you want money for your participation?" Elizabeth asked in disbelief. "You've done nothing for this team but sit and gawk at me for three days, and now you want me to pay you to present the ideas that Stephie and I worked on? You're a real piece of work, Thomas. I should call your supervisor right now. In fact, I'm going to do just that."
Elizabeth hated men like Thomas. Smug, arrogant, with no reason to be; lazy.
'Richard isn't answering. Damn it,' she thought.
She was now faced with the fact that she may have to slip him a hundred dollars to get him to cooperate.
Thomas said nothing. He got up from his seat and walked across the room to the couch and chair against the wall. He sat on the middle cushion and put his arms back behind his head.
"I never said anything about money." Again, he smiled.
During the past two days, while Elizabeth and Stephie were working on the presentation, Thomas was thinking of some angle he could use to get closer to the fine white woman. He racked his brain for anything, but he didn't really know the woman, outside of the fact that nearly every straight man in the entire corporation knew who she was and wanted to fuck her. Her phone calls to the CEO and the nervous tone of voice she had whenever she spoke with him about the presentation gave him the idea to use that against her.
Elizabeth was no fool. She spent her entire professional career fending off crude sexual advances and innuendo proffered by overconfident clients and co-workers, and all of those from men far more successful and appealing than Thomas.
