Page 8 of Good Intentions, Vol. 1

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“Consider it done,” if they think it’s weird, I didn’t push for this to be over today, they don’t say anything, just give fake smiles and false well-wishes.

Standing up, I shake Eric and Shan’s hands, watching Heather run from the room out of the corner of my eye. Yeah, pretty girl, run. Run and hide, because I’m coming to get you, and then you’ll be at my mercy.

*~*~*

Passing the break room, I see many people in there. It’s lunchtime. I don’t think, I just open the door and swing my torso in growling, “Where the fuck is Heather?”

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They all look startled for a second; some of them shaking their heads, but no one says a fucking thing. It’s unusual for me to be acting this way. I go out of my way to make every employee feel valued and show them the respect they deserve. I never lose my temper, not ever. This time though, I don’t give a single fuck what anybody thinks. She almost cost me millions of dollars, and that’s something I can’t just let be.

She needs to know what she’s done.

She needs to be punished.

Giving up, I go out and try looking for her in her office, only to find it empty. What, are we playing, hide and seek? If she keeps this shit up, I’m not only going to ram her ass, I’m going to fucking fire her, no matter what happened last night. I don’t need idiots working for me. I go to the last place where I can think of finding her, Beth’s desk. She was there when I came in this morning, sitting on Beth’s chair as if she did it every morning. Empty. God damnit! Stepping around the desk, I pick up a pen to leave her a fucking note to come and see me the minute she’s back since I don’t have time to look for her. I need to plan my next moves. I can’t let that board come with a game plan that’ll leave me fucked in the ass. Even my handwriting is barely readable, I’m shaking with fury so much. Straightening up, I’m in the middle of tossing the pen when something starts blinking on her open laptop. It’s a message. I look for five seconds at the little rectangle on the bottom of the screen blinking red and blue with a little red number one on top of it. Peeking up to confirm I’m alone in the hallway I can’t resist the temptation and click on it.

How did it go?

The message is from some Erin chick, but it’s not the one that’s got my attention. It’s the one above it.

I’m pretty sure if he knew it, he would not only fire me but get a Restraining Order.

What the fuck?

If who knew what?

And who the fuck is he?

Does she have a man?

They say curiosity killed the cat. Well, until now, it didn’t. I scroll up all the way to the top and almost lose the ability to breathe.

He’s so fucking hot; I’m surprised I don’t have drool on my chin 24/7.

You should see him today, his shirt open at the collar exposing his Adam’s apple. God, I wanted to suck it, find out if it tastes like candy. Giiiiirl, he had a hard-on in the break room today. Let’s just say, God was in a very good mood the day he made him. He didn’t get it. I mean I did say anything he needed. I couldn’t just go and say, oh, please Sir, can I kneel under your desk and hold your dick in my mouth for hours.

Fucking hell! My cock stands at attention as soon as my mind registers what she’s talking about. That’s a wish I wouldn’t mind granting her. Maybe that should be her punishment for today’s fuck up. I don’t read the responses from her friend I don’t have time since I don’t want to get caught.

Yeah, but he’s married. I don’t know what their deal is. She’s never around and whenever he’s on the phone with her, he’s in such a state after, you wouldn’t believe. I don’t know... maybe. Still, I won’t go there. It’s a big no-no for me.