Will has never been one to blur the lines of work and personal matters. He doesn't so much as look at his personal phone in the office in case anyone got the idea he didn't want to move up the corporate chain. There is, however one exception.
Her name is Veronica Thompson.
She is the executive vice president overseeing he's department. She is known around the office as the one who gets things done. She doesn't congregate with many people below her, worklings such as he, but he always assumed that was less to do with feelings of superiority and more about not having time for just about anything else but work.
Her office does not have pictures of family or friends or pets on her desk. There are no cute trinkets that denote an idiosyncrasy providing a window into her personality. She was all business and he couldn't help but admire that about her. She had power. Confidence. A knowing look that implies she's already thinking three steps ahead.
This drove he crazed with desire. A woman so sure of herself, so accomplished, so powerful. He couldn't help but turn warm and a bit dazed each time he saw her walking across the office.
It doesn't hurt that aside from her intangible traits, she is also stunningly gorgeous. She is short in stature, maybe 5'3, but her presence seems much larger. She has straight and full dark brown hair, greenish eyes, full lips. She wears dresses that show off her toned legs and as times wears suits that accentuates her firm, supple ass. Her breasts are large, soft, round and always tastefully covered. That is except for this one Friday when Veronica had on a dress that was not tight, but fitting to her form. It lifted and displayed her large, mouthwatering breasts perfectly. he only saw it in a few fleeting glances, but that was enough.
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He was asked to fly to Vancouver for a presentation. He was flattered and excited for the opportunity to do so, afterall, any chance he got to impress the higher ups, the better his odds of getting promoted up the ladder.
The night before the trip, he packed his best suit, a dark grey three-piece European cut. he is 6'3 but his arms are much longer which can make tailoring a bit of a challenge sometimes. He spent the rest of the night preparing for his presentation until it was time to catch a few hours of sleep before heading to the airport.
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Filing into the conference room at the client's office, many of the faces were unfamiliar. he recognized David from client services, Amanda from legal, one other whose face he's seen around the office but can't place a name or what she did for the life of him. Then, minutes before the meeting was set to start, the door opens. It's Mary Ann Buckley, the CEO of their company and flanked behind her in the midst of muffled conversation was Veronica. A lump manifested itself in his throat.
She was wearing an emerald green dress that hugged her hips and while she did not have visible cleavage, it amplified her bosom. She wore heels that set her frame and she walked confidently in them as she did with everything. They locked eyes and a wry smile crept across he's face.
As he presented, he had every eye in the room but he kept affixing his to one particular set: Veronica's. He was sure to hit each point of the presentation he wanted to make but he kept finding himself wondering what she was thinking. While it was the client's needs he needed to ensure to satisfy, subconsciously it was her approval he wanted.
Before he knew it, he reached the end of his presentation. The room politely clapped and he fielded some standard follow-up questions. The meeting was a success.
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"A double Woodford on the rocks, please."
he liked to close hectic work travel with a cocktail at the end of the day, whether the day went well or sour. He didn't much care for local haunts filled with drunks and faint hints of cigarette smoke from years gone by. He stuck with hotel bars because they tended to be less crowded, giving him time to himself, and if they did have other patrons, it tended to be those in similar positions to his own.
"Gin and tonic."
The voice from he's right, a few seats down, was familiar. He turned and his eyes briefly enlarged as to the person that voice belonged. Veronica.
"Great work today," she said in her strong yet sultry tone. "Will, right?"
Embarrassed she saw him ogling her, even if for a brief moment. "Yes, maam -- I, yes, it's he. Oh, and thank you. It was nothing I haven't done before."
he wasn't sure where that bit of confidence emanated from but it elicited a smile from Veronica. "So I've heard," she said. "You've been doing well from everything I've been told."
"Who, or uh what, have you heard about me?"
The drink arrives in front of her. She acknowledged the bartender with her eyes, took a sip and said, "you're the first one in, last to leave, a bit of a workaholic."
"Oh, yeah, I suppose. It doesn't leave much for a personal life but I like what I do and hope to find myself in an office like yours someday."
he couldn't believe he was divulging the fact that he was basically a loser outside of the 60 hours he was putting in each week.
"I know what you mean," she said quietly while nodding. "I can't remember the last time I had a conversation without wanting something from the person I'm talking to."
They both quietly sat with the weight of that last comment and enjoyed a taste of their libations.
"Well, I'm more than happy to fill that void for you. I'm still pretty young in my career so there's no need to worry about wanting something from me just yet."
Veronica stood up from her stool, used both of her hands to straighten her dress, grabbed her drink and walked toward he. His eyes were locked on hers. She didn't say anything in her brief jaunt but what was sure was her confidence. It oozed from her with everything she did. So sure of herself. Always in command of whatever laid among her.
She sat down next to he and placed her drink on the bar. She turned to face him, never breaking eye contact.
"Who said I didn't want anything from you?"
The comment took he by surprise, sending a chill down his spine. Here she was, the beautiful, powerful executive he longed fawned after, albeit from afar.
"Wha-- what would you want from me?"
For the first time since she sat down, her eyes averted from he. She turned to her drink, took another sip, more than halfway through it.
