---Week 4 - Monday---
It was Monday morning and I had never been so happy to start a new week ever. I was definitely in high spirits after the success of a birthday bash. Saturday had been the longest, most exhausting party I had ever attended. Nonetheless, it had been worth it.
To make up for the effort, I took the longest wellness session ever on Sunday. After all, I more than deserved getting spoiled and pampered. Matt's 'booze 'n bitches party' had been extreme in any kind of way, especially considering all the drinking and dancing and fucking I had gone through.
Damn! What a memorable day it had been. I had never been so aroused and so excited ever. It had been so much fun blocking out my sorrows and enjoying the moment.
In hindsight, though, the way I had acted all bubbly and touchy-feely left me aghast. All the time, I had babbled and giggled like a silly bimbo, which filled me with consternation. I had never acted like that before. Still, it had felt completely natural.
To sum it all up, the party had been degrading but fun. The action had been nasty but exciting. I had acted super silly but felt really frisky.
Anyways, D-Rod and I had a major cause for celebration. Our plan had worked. Okay, fine. There had been some roadblocks on the way, but in the end, we had succeeded. Actually, my man had brought two strippers to the party to secretly film some compromising action without getting me involved. However, the frat boys had banned all smartphones and cameras from the party. That had been a real obstacle.
Thus, D-Rod had needed to devise an alternate plan on his feet. So the strippers had distracted the frat boys and spent all the booze. On the following beer run, my man had managed to provoke Matt into publicly getting naughty with that blond stripper Heidy. Too bad, the clerk had been a 'LGZ' friend and called the cops. So in the end, the cops had arrested Matt for indecent exposure and broken up the 'booze 'n bitches party'.
Of course, that incident hadn't escaped notice, especially not after D-Rod had uploaded the video from the mini market's security cam to some social media sites. The internet was already brimming with the news. Word was that the college administration was shutting down the fraternity and suspending the frat boys. That would be the end of Matt's internship.
All Sunday long, I hadn't heard a thing from D-Rod, but I had figured that he was busy with his 'LGZ' homies. Whatever! I didn't let that dampen my mood in any way. I needed to relax and gather my strength anyhow.
On Monday morning, I was so happy I even hummed along with the cheesy pop songs playing on the radio. Before leaving the house to get to work, it took quite some time for me to choose the right outfit. After all, I wanted to please D-Rod and look extra pretty for him because he had derived such a successful plan.
I thus put on a white pencil dress that ended just above my knees. It featured a golden zip neckline that ended underneath my rack and a broad, high-waisted, gold metallic belt. Slightly opening the zip neckline, the clunky golden zipper rested between my boobies, showing off some major cleavage without revealing too much skin. The shiny belt and zipper combo made sure to highlight my big bust. All in all, it looked sexy but elegant.
Keeping up the white and gold color scheme, I paired the dress with shiny white heels that had 5.5" high golden stiletto heels and a 1" high platform that was framed above and below by golden edges. As stockings, I wore sheer nude thigh-highs with lace tops.
As jewelry, I put on my new pearl trinkets that sparkled just as white as my dress. On each wrist, I wore a white, triple-strand pearl wristlet in addition to my ruler and dice bracelets. Around my neck, I put a matching white pearl necklace that I wrapped around my throat thrice. On my ears, I wore dangling pearl earrings featuring three white pearls hanging on individual golden chains.
Arriving at the office, I found neither D-Rod nor Matt in the interns' office. I figured my man had to run some errand for a consultant. Anyways, I didn't have much time to dwell on it, because I had a team meeting at 9pm.
My subordinates didn't seem to listen to my briefing much. Instead, they seemed more focused on my white pencil dress with golden accessories. I couldn't really be mad at them, though, could I? After all, I had picked the outfit to look sexy and turn male heads, right?
When the meeting was over, I ran into Miss Keelan on my way to my office. As I still hadn't seen D-Rod, I took her aside and asked about the intern situation.
"Oh Miss Addams, haven't you heard? Everybody's talking 'bout it already." The young assistant gushed. "There was a scandal on campus involving Matt's fraternity, you know. He's been suspended from college so his internship was terminated. I mean, we have to mind our reputation, right?"
Okay, that sounded good to me. It was exactly what D-Rod and I had intended when we had devised the plan. Matt was gone for good. But what about my man?
To my dismay, I didn't get the chance to ask Miss Keelan about D-Rod because Mr. Lambert, a member of Ortega's team, passed by and told me that my rival executive had an important issue to discuss. We didn't have a meeting scheduled so it must have been something important.
As annoyed as confused, I walked into his office. My rival executive was sitting in his leather chair with a smug grin on his face. Gosh! That grin alone upset me so much I wanted to slap it off his face.
Our offices couldn't be any more different. My office room was furnished functionally without any luxury equipment. Ortega's office, by contrast, was the total opposite. It was lavishly furnished with a big wooden desk, brown leather chair, and big flatscreen TV on one side and two brown leather sofas and coffee table on the other side.
"Hello Miss Addams." He greeted me. "I gather you heard about our intern issue? A tragedy, isn't it?"
Well, I wouldn't really call the things that had happened a tragedy. After all, Matt had more than deserved it. You reap what you sow, right? Ortega, however, didn't sound sincere about it, either.
"We're a prestigious consulting firm after all. We must protect our reputation by all means." The smug exec continued. "That's why we can't risk another scandal. So imagine my indignation when I received these photos."
With that, he pushed a button on his remote control to switch on the flatscreen that hung on his office wall...
...and my eyes went wide.
On the flatscreen, pictures from the birthday bash started running in a loop. They showed D-Rod sitting on the porch with Flaco. The two Latinos could clearly be seen rolling a spliff and smoking weed. This must have happened when the frat boys were busy watching the birthday bitches getting cake swirlies from Matt. Damn! This was bad.
"As you see, another of our interns committed a faux pas. Just when our company can't afford another scandal." Ortega remarked. "That's why I decided to keep these photos under wraps for now."
"I sent Daniel on a business trip with Mr. Clark for the week to remove him from the limelight. As long as he follows my lead, I won't convey these photos to his college administration." My rival explained his thinly veiled threat. "It would be too sad if I were forced to do so. Getting suspended from the Football team would certainly end his young career, I'm afraid."
Oh shit! What had D-Rod done? Why had he been so careless? Why had he been so stupid? And who the hell had shot these photos? Who was trying to checkmate my man? Matt was gone. It couldn't be him.
I had to defend D-Rod. I had to question the authenticity of these photos! Before I had a chance to do so, however, Ortega flicked a switch on his remote control and the pictures on the flatscreen changed. Another series of photos started running in a loop...
