pictures of Isaac doing shady deals in dark alleyways. She’d always had a bit of a crush on him, and the suggestion that he might be a secret bad boy under his frosty, businessman exterior was making her panties dampen.
"What do you expect? You want me to just screw the first whore that comes my way? I've got fucking standards, Rick!"
Lillian gasped quietly. She had never heard Isaac speak that way; he was always polite and perhaps a little stand-offish around her. But then it wasn’t as if she spent much time with him. She usually only saw him once a day when she brought in his afternoon coffee and cookies. Sure, he'd always make small chit chat and ask her how her day was going. However, they weren't exactly friends, and he certainly never felt enough at ease around her to fire off that kind of cursing!
The only time she’d heard him cuss was in her fantasies. At night, when she was up in her room, she’d imagine all sorts of dirty scenarios involving the billionaire – most of which had quite a lot of “fuck me” and “oh my god” in them. That was all pretend, though, and she was surprised to hear the real Isaac had just as dirty of a mouth as her fantasy Isaac!
"Twelve months? And that's all you can do? Yes, I know the will is iron clad, but I'd have thought you'd have figured out a way around the provision in the fifteen years since the bastard wrote it. Apparently, I pay you to do nothing all day!"
The phone slammed down, and Lillian took a quick step back, realizing that with her employer in such a bad mood, being caught with her ear to the door was probably not the best idea. However, just as she moved her left foot backwards to scurry away, her heel caught on a small lip in the tile. Her foot didn't end up where she expected, and she found her body moving backward with her leg still well in front of her. Before she knew it, she was falling like a domino.
"Oh crap," she gasped, trying to fling an arm out to grab onto something, anything.
Her attempts were in vain, however, and she tumbled to the ground. Her back hit first, and she cried out from the impact. The vase flew out of her hands and hit the tile with a resounding smack that made her teeth chatter. For a single moment, she thought that perhaps it would survive the fall. However, it continued to roll and skidded along the floor before hitting the far wall and disintegrating.
The vase didn't just crack - it imploded. Fine pieces of china rolled in every direction as the priceless vessel disappeared in a puff of smoke and destruction. Lillian could do nothing but sit on her butt, watching the accident happen in slow motion. There would be no gluing the pieces back together and hoping no one would notice.
Within seconds, the office door flew open. "What is happening out there?" came a very grumpy, deep voice.
Staring at the destruction around her, Lilian had no doubt she was about to lose her job. And then she'd have to work twice as long for the chance to ever make it back into school. The reality hit her hard in the chest, and she struggled to breath. A single tear made its way down her cheek, and try as she might, she couldn't bear to lift her head and look into the angry face of Isaac Walters.
2
" L illian , what happened?"
She sat still, twisting her apron in her hands. The puffy black skirt was splayed around her, and she felt ridiculous in the get up. It was the outfit of some perfect French maid who always curtsied, brought the tea on time, and never made a mistake. It certainly wasn't the uniform of a college dropout who could barely stand on her own two feet.
"Lillian?" His voice was even sterner now, and she could tell he was losing his patience.
"I'm so sorry," she managed to choke out, her shoulders slumping in defeat.
Emotion was running through her, and she just couldn't find the will to stand. This job was her last lifeline - her only way to get enough money to make it back to school within the next decade. It paid way
"What do you expect? You want me to just screw the first whore that comes my way? I've got fucking standards, Rick!"
Lillian gasped quietly. She had never heard Isaac speak that way; he was always polite and perhaps a little stand-offish around her. But then it wasn’t as if she spent much time with him. She usually only saw him once a day when she brought in his afternoon coffee and cookies. Sure, he'd always make small chit chat and ask her how her day was going. However, they weren't exactly friends, and he certainly never felt enough at ease around her to fire off that kind of cursing!
The only time she’d heard him cuss was in her fantasies. At night, when she was up in her room, she’d imagine all sorts of dirty scenarios involving the billionaire – most of which had quite a lot of “fuck me” and “oh my god” in them. That was all pretend, though, and she was surprised to hear the real Isaac had just as dirty of a mouth as her fantasy Isaac!
"Twelve months? And that's all you can do? Yes, I know the will is iron clad, but I'd have thought you'd have figured out a way around the provision in the fifteen years since the bastard wrote it. Apparently, I pay you to do nothing all day!"
The phone slammed down, and Lillian took a quick step back, realizing that with her employer in such a bad mood, being caught with her ear to the door was probably not the best idea. However, just as she moved her left foot backwards to scurry away, her heel caught on a small lip in the tile. Her foot didn't end up where she expected, and she found her body moving backward with her leg still well in front of her. Before she knew it, she was falling like a domino.
"Oh crap," she gasped, trying to fling an arm out to grab onto something, anything.
Her attempts were in vain, however, and she tumbled to the ground. Her back hit first, and she cried out from the impact. The vase flew out of her hands and hit the tile with a resounding smack that made her teeth chatter. For a single moment, she thought that perhaps it would survive the fall. However, it continued to roll and skidded along the floor before hitting the far wall and disintegrating.
The vase didn't just crack - it imploded. Fine pieces of china rolled in every direction as the priceless vessel disappeared in a puff of smoke and destruction. Lillian could do nothing but sit on her butt, watching the accident happen in slow motion. There would be no gluing the pieces back together and hoping no one would notice.
Within seconds, the office door flew open. "What is happening out there?" came a very grumpy, deep voice.
Staring at the destruction around her, Lilian had no doubt she was about to lose her job. And then she'd have to work twice as long for the chance to ever make it back into school. The reality hit her hard in the chest, and she struggled to breath. A single tear made its way down her cheek, and try as she might, she couldn't bear to lift her head and look into the angry face of Isaac Walters.
2
" L illian , what happened?"
She sat still, twisting her apron in her hands. The puffy black skirt was splayed around her, and she felt ridiculous in the get up. It was the outfit of some perfect French maid who always curtsied, brought the tea on time, and never made a mistake. It certainly wasn't the uniform of a college dropout who could barely stand on her own two feet.
"Lillian?" His voice was even sterner now, and she could tell he was losing his patience.
"I'm so sorry," she managed to choke out, her shoulders slumping in defeat.
Emotion was running through her, and she just couldn't find the will to stand. This job was her last lifeline - her only way to get enough money to make it back to school within the next decade. It paid way
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