Author's Note: This is my first time writing. Constructive feedback welcome. If people like what I'm writing then I can continue it. All characters in this story are age 18+. Themes in this chapter and/or potential future chapters include organized crime, nonconsent/reluctance, lesbian incest (mother/daughter), and master/slave. If you find any of these elements offensive, please do not read.
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Chapter 1
Friday, 4:00pm
"In summary Mr. Anderson, we have seen an overall rise of 9.7% over the last quarter despite an increase of recent expenditure in the pharmaceutical department and certain...staffing modifications. This rise is primarily credited to Mr. Wright and his team securing several lucrative contracts."
"Thank you, Donovan, you can sit now," James spoke after the report.
James Anderson had long been exhausted from this meeting. As a long-time businessman and established executive, the meeting itself wasn't the issue. But the Feds had been sniffing around and trying to turn some of his people. Since most of his businesses weren't exactly "public friendly", this was something he couldn't have. The extra time and man hours to make sure his house stayed clean of rats and to ensure nothing actionable could be obtained by any righteous crusaders or ladder climbers at a three-letter agency, had left James exhausted. Add on an Executive Quarterly that got pushed back to a Friday afternoon, and you can imagine his state of mind.
Donovan West, James' Director of Finance, gratefully sat down and released a nervous breath. Like all the other executives around the table, he was aware of the near-murderous exhaustion his boss was facing. He felt relieved that his report had indicated success and growth over a potentially troublesome period.
"Donovan, no need to be so scared. Business is important but I have been around the block enough to know that there are down times. As long as we keep the general trend going up, occasional setbacks can help promote stronger resilience and greater success in the long run," James smiled and tried to reassure Donovan.
Donovan was the newest member of James' executive team. Having worked for James for five years now, Donovan had no doubt about the sincerity of his words. The massive internationally reaching business James built is a direct result of his cunning and ruthless nature, but also his ability to inspire loyalty in his subordinates. He was straightforward, kind but firm, and sincere with those he counted as his own. But the one thing James Anderson could not tolerate was betrayal. The results...fear-inspiring didn't even begin to describe his methods.
With the assurance, Donovan's slightly pale face regained some color as a round of chuckles resounded around the table.
"Shit Donny, you shouldn't be afraid of Jaimee, you should be afraid of me for reporting my expenditures to him," a tall black-haired woman joked.
Dr. Natalia Song was born in China but grew up in the States. She studied biology and chemistry and developed a love for pharmaceutical research. Her genius skyrocketed James' business to absurd financial heights and her twisted mind and personality was very compatible with James. Like many of the others present, Natalia and James' relationship was like that of friends and colleagues as opposed to a traditional employer-employee relationship.
Her beauty didn't hurt either. Though she never wore makeup, lazily lounged around, wore ill-fitting clothes under her lab coat and her general disregard for status, everyone could tell she was a beauty. Her light and fair skin, silky black hair, delicate facial features, slender and elegant figure, paired delightfully with her surprisingly six-foot-tall height. And if one looked at the other women that sat around the table, it would be easy to tell that James admired women who exhibited talent and skill in some discipline, but also exhibited some form of charm or beauty that was only heightened by their minds and skills.
"Sorry Dr. Song. But you know I can't keep anything from Mr. Anderson," Donovan smiled sheepishly with his reply.
"Hm, whatever," Natalia snorted as she turned her head away in feigned anger.
"Come now Nat, you know that he wasn't being malicious. And we all know that you approve all your big costs before spending any money," James placated the pouting Dr. Song. This was a normal sight for everyone in the room.
"At least he apologized," she said without turning her head back.
"Yep, he might not be a genius like you, but he is smart enough to not draw your anger intentionally," James laughed off. This set off everyone else's laughter too. No one, including Donovan, felt slighted. Natalia was indeed a genius and made all the accomplished executives that worked with her feel like they couldn't be called smart when compared to her.
After quieting down, everyone looked back at James.
"If there is nothing else we can adj-" *knock* *knock*. James was interrupted by a knock on the door. James nodded at his head of security, Andrei, who stood up and went out to investigate. It took only a few moments before Andrei returned to James' side and whispered into his ear. The temperature in the room seemed to drop as a sharp glint flashed past James' eyes.
"Let him in," James said.
Silence overtook the executive office as a pair of double doors opened to let a dark skinned man in with a laptop. The man was imposing at 6'2 with lean muscle over a large frame. Or at least, he would have been more imposing if it wasn't for the big grin on his face, cargo shorts, and Batman graphic tee he was wearing.
"Hey boss!" Wayne shouted as he strode quickly toward James' position at the head of the table.
"Wayne, I told you not to call me boss," James said with a sigh.
"Right, sorry boss!" Wayne said, his grin widening.
"Wayne. It is almost 5pm and it has been a long day. If it isn't important, I'll string you up."
"Boss! How can you say that? I'm the future black Batman! How could youS bring yourself to do such a thing to me?" Wayne asked aghast.
James closed his eyes and let out a long breath while massaging his temple. Wayne and Natalia are like two peas in a pod. Both were geniuses in their own field but eccentric in their own ways.
Wayne grew up in a poor home in New York and his hero growing up was Batman. His goal in life was to be like Bruce Wayne. Get rich and spend his money helping poor communities and fighting crime outside the law. While in school under a scholarship, he became a hacking prodigy and worked out hard for his muscular physique. Instead of putting on a suit and roaming the streets, he realized that he enjoyed using his hacking abilities as his mask. But his eccentric behavior kept getting him fired. Ironically enough, he found employment in a crime organization as his eventual home, under the agreement that he wouldn't use his hacking skills to hurt low- and middle-income people, or rich people that used their money to actually help communities.
"Wayne."
Just calling his name was enough to turn the big muscular man into a shivering mess.
"A-a-Ana. I didn't see you there," Wayne responded shakily.
The woman who spoke, Ana, reclined lazily in her seat. Her eyes flicked to Wayne and he felt as if a reaper had come to claim his life, his breath stopping under her gaze. After holding his gaze for a second, she looked away and Wayne felt like he could breathe again.
Ana and Andrei were orphaned in Eastern Europe at a young age. They lived hard lives for many years and fought in gruesome battlefields many didn't know existed. After being found by James, Andrei became his head of security. 6'1, light short-cropped hair, hard eyes, and a mountain of scars and muscle like a vicious bear, Andrei filled the role perfectly. He looked like a man that had survived war and could not be crossed lightly. Many assassination attempts were crushed under his watch and people killed by his hands under James' order. Him and the men directly under him could even operate on equal footing with most special operations units.
Ana was different from her brother. If Andrei is like a bear, Ana is like a spectral leopard. She carried the essence of death on her as if she was the reaper incarnate. The bodies she left in her wake and the fear she inspired was at a level that earned her the title "Goddess of Death" in many international circles. Her fierce determination, lethal skills, primal instincts, and vicious mind earned her the position of Chief Auditor in James' organization. She was the looming sword that menaced over everyone's head if they betrayed James.
But for all her thorns and aloofness, she was a beautiful rose. 5'4, petite, short blonde hair, sapphire eyes, tight toned muscles, and surprisingly smooth and fair skin despite her life experiences, she is easily considered a knockout despite her smaller A-Cup breasts.
"Wayne," James called.
"Yes! Yes, boss! Ahem, like I wanted to say, I found a problem in our accounting programs," Wayne began, looking away from Ana. Donovan's face drained instantly of blood. "Someone tried to pull an Office Space on us and put the tiniest fractions of transactions into a separate account, but it has a limiter to keep the overall dollar amount small to avoid attention. Since I designed the program, I was able to uncover the changes in the algorithms. I also found a trojan. I have already quarantined it and made sure that nothing sensitive has been taken or altered. I haven't found out who did it yet, but I know it wasn't Donovan or anyone in this room. I started checking everyone at the top first, with any access or connection to the systems. Now, I have a program that is running against all the employees with access to the company networks, systems, or accounts. It's actually really interesting, you see-"
"Enough. When you find out who did it, immediately notify Ana. This doesn't leave this room. We are done here."
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