*Would you rather be better than you parents or have your children be better than you*
(Monday, one week later)
I walked into the office space where I would meet with my new co-workers. I was rendered a bit concerned by the size of the office complex I entered; it was small. The receptionist was a polite enough woman, maybe twenty five who sent me right back to the conference room. I knocked and stepped inside. What I saw did not impress me.
"Hey Sylvia, let me introduce you to my team. This is Allen Rubin," he indicated a crisply dressed man, around five-six and one-seventy. He had thinning black hair and sharp brown eyes. His demeanor was relaxed and he studied me as I entered. If he found me overly attractive, he did a good job of hiding it. "Allen handles the physical side of our investigations."
"This young lady is Linda Chun," he motioned to a young Asian lady who looked at me in a slightly condescending manner. She had thin black hair down to her ass, slender foxlike features, small breasts and slender hips. She also had an undeniable aura of control and authority about her. "Linda is our Office/Financial Manager. In a way we all work for her," he grinned.
"The last member of our team is Grace Winslow," he indicated an African-American woman, maybe five-ten in height but only one-twenty in weight. Her hair was thick and past her shoulder, her eyebrows were thick and she shot a contemptuous gaze my way. "Grace handles all the technical and computer sides of our operations."
I looked over her situation and didn't like what she saw – four, now five people?
"Is this the entire operation?" I asked. Grace and Linda snorted. Allen shook his head.
"We mostly hire contractors to do our business Sylvia," he chuckled. "Normally we have about forty people on any given assignment."
Now I felt stupid. Of course things had streamlined in the past ten years.
"Allen has a team of about fifteen investigators we trust; any ten of whom we can count on for a project at a time. Grace has around the same number on the computer side of things plus we have a few technical people on retainer for any tech information we might need."
"Linda handles all our central office staff, budgeting and expenses such as legal and regulations. We went to school together and I brought her on when I took over operations. Grace and I also went to school with together but she was a year ahead. When I got out I looked her up and she's been with me ever since."
"Allen dates back from before my time, but he knows people who know people if you know what I mean. If there is a physical problem that needs solving, or secrets uncovered, he's our man. In case you are wondering – no I have no idea where Allen got his experience but most of us think he was with the CIA." Allen smiled at that but withheld comment.
"Everyone, this is Sylvia Westermann. She was once one of the best mediators in North America. She screwed up and has been living in exile for the past decade, but I would like to bring her on as a full-time member," Sebastian suggested to his companions. For me it was an uncertain moment; I had made the assumption that Sebastian was in charge.
"She has my vote," Allen surprised me by speaking up. I didn't know what I had done to win his confidence.
"I think you are doing a good job as mediator Bas. We don't need another full member," Linda stated. Linda clearly didn't like me much. Grace studied the situation for a second.
"I say we let her in," Grace said carefully, "but on a six month basis so we can she is worth the hype. I trust your instincts Bas, but we are talking about a good deal of money here."
"Linda," Sebastian asked, "would a six month probationary period be okay with you?"
"Fine," Linda allowed, but she didn't look pleased.
"Sylvia, you are in. Here is how things work out: I get three shares, everyone else gets two, and the company gets five shares for miscellaneous expenses. Our current project is worth six million. You can figure out what your share will be," he grinned. I didn't have to think about that long.
"Thanks everyone, I won't let you down."
"Okay, I've been gone on vacation; what have we accomplished with Cosgrove Merchant Lines in my absence?" Sebastian began. I sat back and watched as this was the side of the operation I'd never seen before. Usually I got information from another source and seeing it presented in a staff meeting was new.
When the talk finally turned down to auctioning off various properties, I suddenly spoke up and Linda and I instantly locked horns. Sebastian sat back and let the two of us dueled for a while but when Linda called Grace into the conversation, Grace backed my study up and Sebastian accepted my plan. When lunch came Sebastian had to leave for a client meeting so I ended up going out with Linda and Grace – Allen tended to do is own thing.
"So, how did you and Sebastian meet up?" Linda asked. I wasn't sure how answer that.
"I was working in a little town in Kentucky when he came by my office and we hit it off," I sort of told the truth. "We had lunch, talked about my past and he offered me the job."
"Just like that?" Grace said.
"Well, there were some bumps along the road; I was in a rough relationship that Sebastian had to help me with," I answered.
"So what did you wear before you got your new clothes?" Linda said snidely.
"I wore twigs and branches," I shot back. "Do you have a problem with me that I should know about?"
"You are old with a bad reputation," Linda pointed out. "Grace, Bas and I all come from the same school and time period. We've worked to make this company successful. Sure Allen is an integral part, but he's mainly a friend of Bas. You are no one's friend unless you are claiming to be Bas's friend."
"Sebastian, or Bas, believes in me. He thinks people will look past my previous activities to see what I can do now. If you trust his judgment you should believe that I can perform," I countered.
"Are you going to sleep with our clients to seal the deal?" Linda questioned intently.
"What she really wants to know is are you going to sleep with Bas," Grace joked.
I realized I was suddenly on dangerous ground. What kind of relationship storm had I walked into? What was Linda going to do if I came clean?
"We have been sleeping together for the past two weeks," I confessed. Linda looked stunned as did Grace.
"How did that happen?" Grace asked, decidedly curious.
"I made a move on him in a motel room. I kissed him and he kissed me back and one thing led to another," I told them.
"Just like that?" Linda said.
"Pretty much, yes; are you interested in him as well?" I inquired. Linda looked away but Grace intervened.
"Linda has had this crush on Bas for the longest time but outside of work she can't talk to him. Now you show up and you can see why she's upset," Grace explained. I could see the problem too. Linda was smart, but not the people person that Sebastian and I were.
"I have to go," Linda said and she was up and gone before I could say anything.
"Have I screwed things up for all of us?" I asked Grace.
"Nah, Linda is a big girl but now I would consider her more motivated than ever to make Bas her own – just warning you," Grace smiled.
I felt a little sorry for Linda; Sebastian wasn't a man likely to be owned by anyone. He wouldn't lead her on, but he wouldn't change who he was either. That might be a hard pill to swallow. I had ignored that aspect of my relationship with my boss so many years ago and while he had led me on, I should have known better. With age comes wisdom.
(Four weeks later)
I twitched uncomfortably in my seat at the conference table. Last night Sebastian had pounded my whole body fantastically. I had taken his thick cock up my ass until I thought he'd split me in two. It wasn't sex, it was fucking and he'd fucked me until I could no longer sob, no tears would come down my face, and I'd nearly bitten through the pillow I was hanging on to for dear life.
