All characters are at least 18-years-old
It wasn't the most prestigious job in the world nor the highest paying, but it was secure and it was a job. John Owens had higher aspirations when he got his MBA but the job market was tight and perhaps this will lead to a management position at Software Hardgoods Media. The pay was decent for someone just entering the job market. Malin, his wife of just over a year urged him to keep looking, but they were chewing through the little savings they had so he accepted the position.
He thought about his boss, Drake Dawkins, the CEO of the corporation. He was to be a fair man, yet demanding. John had no issues with his exacting standards as he also was considered fairly anal, plus the travel was a bonus. Drake was usually flying somewhere in the world once a month and took his new EA with him, so in the first year, he'd been to Frankfurt, London, Montreal, LA, Cape Town, Sydney, and a few other cities. It was hard being away from his wife but she was an enthusiastic participant in phone sex.
Malin was by any standards, a real beauty. 5' 11" brunette with perfectly proportioned breasts, flared hips with a great ass. But what everyone seemed to notice first were her long legs. She was a fan of short shorts and short skirts. Many heads turned as she walked through the city to get a better look at her shapely legs. John felt the familiar stirring thinking about her legs and the privilege of having access where they met.
He stood quickly hearing the intercom. He stepped into Drake's office, "Sir?" he asked.
The man was leaning back rubbing his face. He groaned and sat forward, "John, I need you to get me some information but do it on the down-low. It's nothing I'd like to have the board look into, got it?" he asked.
John nodded, "Always. I've maintained all confidentiality." He stood back and waited.
"It's David, my son. I'd like you to check the logs for when he arrives and when he leaves for the day, where he goes...you know what I mean. I suspect he's coasting and I want to get him to take on more responsibilities. I have regretted listening to Marilyn...never should have convinced him to apply here. I keep thinking everyone sees him slacking off and thinks nepotism."
John started to open his mouth but nodded instead, "Yes sir," he finally said.
"Out with it. Shit, John, I trust you. What were you going to say?" Drake ordered.
"Well, sir. I suspect you'll see he arrives around noon and leaves around 4. As for the door logs, the...um, EA pool area....and perhaps the utility closets," he paused, "Sorry, but I hear a lot of rumors."
Drake nodded, "I hear them also which is why having the logs at my fingertips would be better than rumors. I'm sure you understand."
"Yes, sir. I'll get you what you need by the end of the day." He turned and left seeing the man pick up a folder indicating he was dismissed. He went back to his desk thinking about David Dawkins. He'd been hired in operations after graduating from university but no one knew what he did or was supposed to do. No doubt, he was a good-looking guy and the women often commented how hot he was, but he never seemed to do anything except flirt and take various women to lunch, married and single. He hated to admit it, but he wouldn't have minded a day in his shoes.
"Hey, honey. I'll be a little delayed, but I'll be home for dinner. Drake wanted some data...I will...I hope you're not starving...you are? Me too...I mean for your pussy, not...Really? I'd love that. Shit! The new black teddy? It'd be torture to see that...no, no, send it," he smiled thinking about his wife teasing him with a picture of her modeling her new skimpy sleepwear.
He was compiling the list when he got the text, 'Holy fuck!' he sighed. He never got over how lucky he was as he studied her raw beauty. He looked around the office before adjusting himself as he studied the picture. She'd taken a selfie in front of the bedroom window and the sheer garment was even sheerer as her nipples and bush were clearly defined under the black mesh. He wondered if anyone walking through the woods next to their house were looking over. Silently moaning he replied with a peach emoji and went back to the chart he was compiling.
When he was done, he knocked on the CEO's door, entering without hearing the response as there never was one.
"Sir?" he held out the document, "Here are the last six weeks."
Drake took it, glanced down the columns, and nodded, "I guess the rumors are fairly accurate." He looked up at his EA, "Can you leave a message on his office phone for him to come see me tomorrow? Oh, and go home. I know what you have waiting for you," Drake smiled. He looked serious again, "I need to figure out how to get David to grow the fuck up," he sighed. He looked at his EA almost verbally expressing his thoughts, if only David were as mature and responsible as John.
"Yes, sir. Thanks," he said as he left the office.
* * *
12 to 14 hours days were not unusual when working for Drake Dawkins but John had hopes that this was merely a stepping stone to a managerial position with the corporation. He'd come in a year and a half earlier seeing a listing for a managerial position in Communications. He was back for a second interview in HR when Drake Dawkins himself came in looking stressed.
"Stacy, have you found me a replacement for Diana? We have that reorg coming up..."
"Sir? I'm doing an interview but," the redhead looked at the notes in front of her, "This gentleman, John Owens is almost a perfect fit," she picked out a folder and opened it up, laying it next to John's, "detailed, prompt, organized...sir? Perhaps you could give him a chance?" She looked at John, "This would be an incredible opportunity. I know you're looking for a position in management but serving as the CEO's Executive Assistant would open doors almost anywhere in the corporation. Do you have a current passport?"
The pay range was higher than a first-line manager and being told that he'd have a company car along with a lot of travel was very appealing...that and he'd get a broad perspective on every part of the business made him accept immediately. It was strange how quickly he was ushered through all the security and background checks. Within 4 hours he'd been down the street to a clinic where he peed in a cup, had them start a check for any criminal activity, and signed various NDAs.
He arrived home, his head spinning before his wife came home from her job as an EA over at Barber and Flack. He knew what she was going to say and went over to get a beer. He'd just had a sip when he heard her come in from the garage.
