The patter of rain on the bedroom window awoke Emma. She groaned, turned over in her bed, and looked at her clock. It was only 5:30 in the morning. She tried to go back to sleep, still having another hour until her alarm went off, but it was no use. She was awake now. She got out of bed and headed to the kitchen, where she made herself coffee and a toasted bagel with cream cheese. She sat on her sofa, looking out over the Manhattan skyline.
"Another bloody wet day," she said with a British accent. "Some things are still just like home."
Ever since she was a little girl, Emma Clarke dreamed of living in New York City. She'd visited once when she was in high school and instantly fell in love with the hustle and bustle, the bright lights, and the melting pot of cultures. When her employer offered her a transfer from the main London office to the New York City office she immediately accepted and within weeks had moved into her new apartment.
Her luxurious one-bedroom apartment was on the 56th floor of the Eugene Apartments on 31st Street in New York City. The building itself was sixty-two stories tall and featured a 4500 square-foot rooftop terrace. All of the units came already furnished, and the occupant was allowed to choose their furnishings prior to moving in. It was expensive, but Emma felt the $4000 per month price tag was well worth it.
Emma finished her breakfast and went to take a shower. She peeled of her black tank top and panties, revealing her sexy, curvy thirty-three year old body. She started the water, which came up to temperature almost instantly. She stepped into the glass-enclosed shower; the hot water felt good running down her curvy body. Emma washed her shoulder-length chestnut-brown hair and her voluptuous body. Ten minutes later she emerged from the steaming shower. She dried off and began to do her hair and makeup. She dried her hair and decided to put it in a ponytail. She put on a light layer of makeup and lipstick then went to her closet to pick out the day's outfit.
Being 5'9" and busty, even in New York City, hadn't proven much of a problem when finding work attire. Today she chose a grey pencil skirt and a short-sleeved sky-blue blouse. She chose a white lace bra that flattered her 40DD bust, matching panties, and nude thigh-high stockings. She slid into a pair of grey high heels that matched her skirt and headed for the elevator.
A car was waiting for her as she exited the building. The driver, Jack, stood waiting, holding an umbrella. He walked her to the car and closed her door behind her as she slid into her seat. Jack got in the front of the black four-door sedan and pulled into the busy New York City street.
"Any stops, today, ma'am?" Jack asked.
"Straight to the office," Emma replied.
The drive took almost forty minutes. The car pulled up to the front door of the Royal Bank of Scotland's (RBS) offices on Front Street. RBS occupied ten of the seventy floors of the office building overlooking FDR Drive and the East River. Jack opened the door for Emma and escorted her to the building's entrance. Emma took the elevator to the twenty-ninth floor. She exited and turned right, walking down the hallway to her corner office.
Emma worked as an internal auditor for the bank's Anti-Bribery and Corruption (ABC) team. RBS had offices worldwide, and it was up to the ABC team to make sure the bank and it's staff were above reproach. Mostly the job entailed looking over financial reports from the various branches, along with employee financial records. Anything out of the ordinary or suspicious had to be investigated. Any type of financial criminal activity, no matter how small, could threaten the bank and its reputation.
"Good morning, Miss Clarke," her receptionist said.
"Good morning," Emma smiled.
She entered her office and lit her computer. She logged on and checked her emails. She replied to the necessary ones, saved some, and deleted others. There was a knock on her office door. Emma looked up to see her personal assistant, Caroline Johnson.
Caroline was twenty-five and very attractive. She was short, only standing 5'2". Emma guessed her weight at around 120 pounds. She had green eyes, shoulder-length blond hair, and Emma estimated her bust at 36D. Today she wore a dark green wrap dress with a black lacy cami underneath and black heels. Emma noticed how Caroline's dressed hugged her curves in all the right places. She felt herself becoming aroused. She had been attracted to Caroline since they'd met, but since they had a professional relationship, a romantic one was out of the question.
"Good morning, Caroline," Emma smiled.
