me! For once in my
life I’m delighted to see you, Emily. So don’t be shy. Come and
join us and have some bubbly... you look like you’re in serious
need of a drink!”
Chapter 10
“Wha... What’s she doing here?” stammered Emily, looking
pleadingly at Her Master for some explanation, hoping beyond hope
that the awful premonition that was wringing her guts would prove
to be another unfounded fear.
“She’s here to celebrate my success, Blondie - just like you
are. So pour yourself some fizz – the bottle’s over there, chilling
in some ice,” said the Master nodding towards the
washbasin.
Emily looked at him searchingly, knowing that something
ominous was afoot. On the surface it appeared innocent enough – if
you ignored the fact they were in the basement washroom where
Emily’s experiences had been far from innocent. Adam Wolf’s poker
face was revealing nothing – he was putting on a facade of
celebratory normality in this highly abnormal location for a party.
He was fully clothed, as thankfully was Tessa – the only hint of
impropriety had been that peck on the cheek. But this was bad news
– this was very bad news – Emily didn’t like it one little
bit.
A quick glance to Tessa confirmed her suspicion. Unlike Adam
Wolf’s handsome mask of concealment, that woman’s evil face was a
storybook, and the tale it was telling was a portent of doom. She
was smirking wildly – a manic look in her spiteful eyes. It was a
look of triumph. ‘To the victor the
spoils,’ it screamed at Emily, ‘and guess what... you’re the prize.’
Finally reacting, Emily shook her head and backed away,
wanting to flee this hideous situation.
“Do as you’re told!” yelled Her Master – his face suddenly
stern, hard and unforgiving. “I gave you an order, Blondie, so you
obey! Don’t make me angry on today of all days.”
It was as severe a demand Her Master had ever made. Unable to
defy him despite her dark foreboding, Emily reluctantly made a move
forward, staggering like a drunk towards the Champagne. She reached
the washbasin where the bottle was embedded in a pile of crushed
ice, and with shaking hands poured out a splash into a plastic cup.
She raised it to Her Master who watched on expectantly. “Cheers!”
Emily said with moistening eyes. “Congratulations on your
success... Adam.”
“Adam! Adam!” yelled the man, his face now fuming with rage.
“That’s two mistakes in as many minutes, Blondie. Now don’t make a
third, or by God you’ll regret it.”
Emily cowered under the verbal onslaught. She bowed her head
in shame, knowing what she must do - the words she was about to say
crushing her spirit. This would hurt her more than any physical
blow.
“Sorry, Master. Please forgive me.”
“OH! MY! GOD!!!! She actually said that!” screeched Tessa,
delighting in Emily’s display of submission. “She actually calls
you Master! How humiliating! You know, Adam – I didn’t think you
could deliver this part of the bargain. I would have settled for...
well, you know what I’m really looking forward to later on... But
to see this stuck up little pompous bitch humbled like this – it
really is the icing on the most delicious cake.”
It was unbearable. Emily wanted the earth to open up, swallow
her whole then spit her back out as a corpse. In her wretched
despair, she could see the final piece of the jigsaw now fitting -
and as with the Italian, Emily was the reward for the help Her
Master was given...
As head of Human Resources, Tessa Clifford would have been
involved in Adam Wolf’s recruitment, and probably the deal had been
agreed from the start. The plum job in sales that Adam wanted was
out of the question without a glowing track record with another
company in the same field. Willy Ross wouldn’t consider an external
candidate otherwise. But if Adam thought he was good enough and
wanted a chance to get in front of the Sales Director to prove it,
then Tessa could facilitate the
life I’m delighted to see you, Emily. So don’t be shy. Come and
join us and have some bubbly... you look like you’re in serious
need of a drink!”
Chapter 10
“Wha... What’s she doing here?” stammered Emily, looking
pleadingly at Her Master for some explanation, hoping beyond hope
that the awful premonition that was wringing her guts would prove
to be another unfounded fear.
“She’s here to celebrate my success, Blondie - just like you
are. So pour yourself some fizz – the bottle’s over there, chilling
in some ice,” said the Master nodding towards the
washbasin.
Emily looked at him searchingly, knowing that something
ominous was afoot. On the surface it appeared innocent enough – if
you ignored the fact they were in the basement washroom where
Emily’s experiences had been far from innocent. Adam Wolf’s poker
face was revealing nothing – he was putting on a facade of
celebratory normality in this highly abnormal location for a party.
He was fully clothed, as thankfully was Tessa – the only hint of
impropriety had been that peck on the cheek. But this was bad news
– this was very bad news – Emily didn’t like it one little
bit.
A quick glance to Tessa confirmed her suspicion. Unlike Adam
Wolf’s handsome mask of concealment, that woman’s evil face was a
storybook, and the tale it was telling was a portent of doom. She
was smirking wildly – a manic look in her spiteful eyes. It was a
look of triumph. ‘To the victor the
spoils,’ it screamed at Emily, ‘and guess what... you’re the prize.’
Finally reacting, Emily shook her head and backed away,
wanting to flee this hideous situation.
“Do as you’re told!” yelled Her Master – his face suddenly
stern, hard and unforgiving. “I gave you an order, Blondie, so you
obey! Don’t make me angry on today of all days.”
It was as severe a demand Her Master had ever made. Unable to
defy him despite her dark foreboding, Emily reluctantly made a move
forward, staggering like a drunk towards the Champagne. She reached
the washbasin where the bottle was embedded in a pile of crushed
ice, and with shaking hands poured out a splash into a plastic cup.
She raised it to Her Master who watched on expectantly. “Cheers!”
Emily said with moistening eyes. “Congratulations on your
success... Adam.”
“Adam! Adam!” yelled the man, his face now fuming with rage.
“That’s two mistakes in as many minutes, Blondie. Now don’t make a
third, or by God you’ll regret it.”
Emily cowered under the verbal onslaught. She bowed her head
in shame, knowing what she must do - the words she was about to say
crushing her spirit. This would hurt her more than any physical
blow.
“Sorry, Master. Please forgive me.”
“OH! MY! GOD!!!! She actually said that!” screeched Tessa,
delighting in Emily’s display of submission. “She actually calls
you Master! How humiliating! You know, Adam – I didn’t think you
could deliver this part of the bargain. I would have settled for...
well, you know what I’m really looking forward to later on... But
to see this stuck up little pompous bitch humbled like this – it
really is the icing on the most delicious cake.”
It was unbearable. Emily wanted the earth to open up, swallow
her whole then spit her back out as a corpse. In her wretched
despair, she could see the final piece of the jigsaw now fitting -
and as with the Italian, Emily was the reward for the help Her
Master was given...
As head of Human Resources, Tessa Clifford would have been
involved in Adam Wolf’s recruitment, and probably the deal had been
agreed from the start. The plum job in sales that Adam wanted was
out of the question without a glowing track record with another
company in the same field. Willy Ross wouldn’t consider an external
candidate otherwise. But if Adam thought he was good enough and
wanted a chance to get in front of the Sales Director to prove it,
then Tessa could facilitate the
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