Author's Note:
A quick short story I hope you enjoy.
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Helen came home after a long day of work at the Marketing Agency she established more than ten years ago. She did the best she could and two years ago she received an offer she could not ignore. She was bought out by a company that wanted to enter the local market in the Kansas City area. Chapman, only forty minutes away from downtown made it a perfect place. Helen Abramson Marketing became part of a much larger and national company.
She was to stay and run the old business, while her new partner focused on gaining the national clients in the area. It seemed like a great idea at the time. Helen's side of the business had exponential growth the first eighteen months. Then the sniping started. The new partner kept accusing Helen of poaching national clients.
The new owners settled every dispute. They arbitrarily assigned any new clients. Some went to Abramson Marketing or the parent company Signal Marketing. In six months, Abramson Marketing received one of the twelve new clients. The were quick to make matters worse. They took almost thirty percent of the old Abramson Marketing clients. Each assigned to Signal.
I was looking at my new workload when Helen entered my home office. She dressed in a dark blue dress, knee length and very tight around her body. Her blue-black hair lay perfectly over her shoulders. There wasn't a curl or even the hint of a curl on her gorgeous mane. Her verdant eyes focused on mine and she approached.
"How was your day..." I asked as I kept my eyes on hers.
"It was one of the worst days I've had in the two years since we sold the company." She leaned down and kissed my lips.
"What happened?" I patted my lap for her to sit and talk to me. She smiled and took me up on it. Her hand reaching down between my legs to confirm her suspicion.
"Someone is happy to see me, or were you watching porn?" She let her small, round heart shaped ass land on my lap. She positioned herself to feel the hardness.
"I'm happy to see you," I tapped the spacebar. The screen came to life on a very long list of things that I needed to get done.
"Yeah, that certainly did not give you the hardon, it may give you heartaches, but not hardons. You've not turned masochist, have you?" she smiled and kissed me again.
"Nope, I don't enjoy the pain of trudging through the start of a new business."
"So, tell me, what happened?" I nudged her a bit, and traced the zipper from shoulders down, making it feel like I could be unzipping her.
She laughed, it was her usual comfortable and open laugh. She ran her fingers through her hair. It was her typical relaxation move. For me, it was one of her hottest simple motions: it showed the true luster of her hair.
"You're not going to let me get away with it, huh?" The sparkle in her eyes told me she needed to unload it.
"Never!" I grinned from ear to ear.
"Alana called today." Her tone professional but very sour.
"That's never a good thing."
"No, and today was no different. She wanted to let me know of more changes. There were three more of my top clients that they were going to move to Signal in the next few weeks. It's because of their national potential. She then added that Abramson Marketing just was not equipped to get the full value for the client." She stood up and paced.
I said nothing.
"They think because we do the work for the local that we don't have a national impact. We've done amazing things for the companies here in Kansas City. We've helped them reach national and global markets. Hell," she ran her hand through her hair again, "we put many of these local companies on the Global stage. We've taken GPS and made it synonymous with the company." She paused thinking for a moment.
I nodded and waited.
"Hell, remember when the GPS market moved from standalone units to phones and car systems. We warned them early enough and they took the lead. They were first on many of the phone platforms. Then, they worked out a deal with the big-three and they private brand for all of them. Who did that for them? Signal? Hell no! We, the tiny marketing company they bought because we were the best. Now, they forget all about why they bought us."
She leaned on the edge of my desk. I watched as she undid three of the buttons. It transformed the dress from professional to evening wear. I looked deep into my wife's cleavage, and then slowly up into her eyes.
She smiled, "Like the view, mister?"
"Love the view, missus Abramson." I leaned and kissed the bare flesh.
"I'm glad someone remembers why they are with me." She laughed, but this time the laughter never made it to her eyes. It was a sad laugh, one that carried a lot of pain with it.
"Look, Helen, they are idiots. They think that their way is the only way. They think that because they took the national route and succeeded, locals are not as good. The fact is the locals are what made the national company."
