07-16-2013, 01:39 PM
Here I sit. In the same spot. Gazing upon the mossy lake. This is where it occurred. The twist in my life that will haunt me until the end of my days. It was only natural for me to move to the place that haunted me. London had its days. The greatest city in the world to me. New York is equally as breath taking though and this is where everything good and bad happened.
Alley Pond Park always makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand, and Goosebumps reveal themselves beneath my warm skin. Sitting in awe, this is the perfect place to come on my lunch break. It allows me to clear my mind. I need not think of money while I am here. Greed can only get a man so far. This dating agency of mine is not all about the money though of course. I have an unusual natural desire to influence someone’s life. Perhaps that’s what made me so fucking evil in the first place. Forcing those who did not listen to do as I saw fit using black mail, pressure and threats. This is who I am now, and it’s too late to become anything else.
“Time to get going.”
I told myself, with a sigh, heading back to the office with a cheese and pickle sandwich in hand…
Sitting myself down on the black leather spinning chair, I brushed crumbs off of my navy blue tailored suit and took a sip of my hot Starbucks coffee that my assistant Giles had brought me. What a stereotypical name that was for an assistant. Although, he was a stereotypical assistant. So far up my asshole he knew when I needed a shit before I did. A disappointing bowel movement is a pretty good way to describe him.
Speaking of the devil. The useless sweaty twat came barging in, his whining voice clawing down my spine like a desperate cat. Waving his arms and muttering useless murmurs.
“James still isn’t back from lunch, that’s the third time this week. Lucy’s eating during work time and Michael smells like whisky and vomit.”
Angrily and viciously I slam my hands down on the table and begin to bellow at the useless breathing lump of shit.
“Is there an overflow of people looking for dates? Are they confirming the applicants? Are they getting the job done? If Michael is lashed, get him in here immediately. Tell James that if he is late once more this week he gets the axe. Lucy can fill her filthy pie hole all she likes, as long as she’s getting the job done.”
Giles scurried away like the rat he is. With the gruelling Michael slumbering behind him.
“You wanted me sir?”
“Giles, get out. Michael sit down.
Michael, are you drunk?”
“No sir, of course not sir.”
“If you call me Sir one more time I swear to god I’ll fire your ass. You’ll be calling me Lord next, and I don’t look like Lord Alan Sugar, the bearded saggy ball sack himself. You’re drunk aren’t you Michael? This is your last warning okay? If you dare cross me or the rules again though, you’ll be out on your ass quicker than you can say quiditch. Yep that’s a Harry Potter quote, enjoy. Now get out.”
Michael stood up rapidly, thanking me, as he goes to shake my hand though he knocks my coffee all over my suit. Fury suddenly filled me and I could see the reflection of the fire burning in my eyes in the glass screen behind Michael. Fear filled his sweaty face. I took off my jacket then, and rage filled my voice as well as bluntness.
“Get the fuck out of my office, and get the fuck out of my company. Don’t bother coming back. You’re fired.”
He began to plead briefly, as I called for security. They escorted a drunken Michael out of the building and Giles came scurrying in again.
“Boss, I’ll get Sara shall I? She’ll sort you out with another suit immediately. She knows what she’s doing, plus let’s face it… she’s hot as fuck.”
I nod. He scurries. Before I knew it the beautiful Sara came strutting in, her shirt buttons undone so that her cleavage was visible. Her face was stunning and symmetrical. She had a beauty mark on her left cheek was blond and busty. She closed the door behind her and closed the blind and handed me another blue suit. A glint came to my eye, but for some reason guilt filled my stomach as well.
“I’ll get those clothes to the dry cleaners yeah? Get all of those off and get these on, I won’t look I promise.”
“Hey I’ve got nothing to hide. I was planning on asking you on a date, didn’t think our first encounter would be anything like this though.”
We both begin to laugh, I wink awkwardly. I’ve still got it, I’ve still got it, I tell myself desperately. I need to get back on the dating scene. But do I have the time? I need to hire a manager for this business so I can get training for the ring, and get back on the pulling scene. That’ll be a task for another day.
“So where are you taking me?”
“What?”
“On that date… Boss.”
I finally get into the other suit, stumbling awkwardly but luckily she giggles.
“You’ll just have to wait and find out. Pick you up at 8 yeah?”
“Definitely.”
"Definitely."
Alley Pond Park always makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand, and Goosebumps reveal themselves beneath my warm skin. Sitting in awe, this is the perfect place to come on my lunch break. It allows me to clear my mind. I need not think of money while I am here. Greed can only get a man so far. This dating agency of mine is not all about the money though of course. I have an unusual natural desire to influence someone’s life. Perhaps that’s what made me so fucking evil in the first place. Forcing those who did not listen to do as I saw fit using black mail, pressure and threats. This is who I am now, and it’s too late to become anything else.
“Time to get going.”
I told myself, with a sigh, heading back to the office with a cheese and pickle sandwich in hand…
Sitting myself down on the black leather spinning chair, I brushed crumbs off of my navy blue tailored suit and took a sip of my hot Starbucks coffee that my assistant Giles had brought me. What a stereotypical name that was for an assistant. Although, he was a stereotypical assistant. So far up my asshole he knew when I needed a shit before I did. A disappointing bowel movement is a pretty good way to describe him.
Speaking of the devil. The useless sweaty twat came barging in, his whining voice clawing down my spine like a desperate cat. Waving his arms and muttering useless murmurs.
“James still isn’t back from lunch, that’s the third time this week. Lucy’s eating during work time and Michael smells like whisky and vomit.”
Angrily and viciously I slam my hands down on the table and begin to bellow at the useless breathing lump of shit.
“Is there an overflow of people looking for dates? Are they confirming the applicants? Are they getting the job done? If Michael is lashed, get him in here immediately. Tell James that if he is late once more this week he gets the axe. Lucy can fill her filthy pie hole all she likes, as long as she’s getting the job done.”
Giles scurried away like the rat he is. With the gruelling Michael slumbering behind him.
“You wanted me sir?”
“Giles, get out. Michael sit down.
Michael, are you drunk?”
“No sir, of course not sir.”
“If you call me Sir one more time I swear to god I’ll fire your ass. You’ll be calling me Lord next, and I don’t look like Lord Alan Sugar, the bearded saggy ball sack himself. You’re drunk aren’t you Michael? This is your last warning okay? If you dare cross me or the rules again though, you’ll be out on your ass quicker than you can say quiditch. Yep that’s a Harry Potter quote, enjoy. Now get out.”
Michael stood up rapidly, thanking me, as he goes to shake my hand though he knocks my coffee all over my suit. Fury suddenly filled me and I could see the reflection of the fire burning in my eyes in the glass screen behind Michael. Fear filled his sweaty face. I took off my jacket then, and rage filled my voice as well as bluntness.
“Get the fuck out of my office, and get the fuck out of my company. Don’t bother coming back. You’re fired.”
He began to plead briefly, as I called for security. They escorted a drunken Michael out of the building and Giles came scurrying in again.
“Boss, I’ll get Sara shall I? She’ll sort you out with another suit immediately. She knows what she’s doing, plus let’s face it… she’s hot as fuck.”
I nod. He scurries. Before I knew it the beautiful Sara came strutting in, her shirt buttons undone so that her cleavage was visible. Her face was stunning and symmetrical. She had a beauty mark on her left cheek was blond and busty. She closed the door behind her and closed the blind and handed me another blue suit. A glint came to my eye, but for some reason guilt filled my stomach as well.
“I’ll get those clothes to the dry cleaners yeah? Get all of those off and get these on, I won’t look I promise.”
“Hey I’ve got nothing to hide. I was planning on asking you on a date, didn’t think our first encounter would be anything like this though.”
We both begin to laugh, I wink awkwardly. I’ve still got it, I’ve still got it, I tell myself desperately. I need to get back on the dating scene. But do I have the time? I need to hire a manager for this business so I can get training for the ring, and get back on the pulling scene. That’ll be a task for another day.
“So where are you taking me?”
“What?”
“On that date… Boss.”
I finally get into the other suit, stumbling awkwardly but luckily she giggles.
“You’ll just have to wait and find out. Pick you up at 8 yeah?”
“Definitely.”
"Definitely."