Possessed by a Stranger by Jeny Stone

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money was funneled after he pried it away from the tight fisted
hands of the upper class was the only discernible distinction. Oh,
his family was as tight fisted as the others. They were just more
accomplished at taking then giving.
    His problematic townhouse renovation had
become a festering thorn in his side. What started out as a tax
dodge turned into a ball breaker. The emasculating task of choosing
frigging fixtures or drapes wasn’t now or would ever be, part of
his repertoire. That’s why he paid those incompetent people top
dollar so they would make the decisions. He only wanted the end
results. He voiced his opinions on the subject with conviction. Yet
they continued to annoy him with questions. End frigging results…
How fucking hard was that to understand?
    The final and most worrisome boulder that
weighed on his shoulders was his grandfather’s failing health.
Turning back the sands of times was beyond Garret’s abilities. He
promised Pops a fulfillment of a dream to take with him to his
eternal sleep. His ninety-two year old grandfather would leave this
world in peace. Garret had made a promise he intended to keep, at
any cost.
    Garret held his family dear to his heart with
Pops at the top of the list. Most of his happier memories revolved
around that old man. When his grandfather finally gave up and left
this life, he would take a large chunk of Garret’s heart with him.
With that knowledge weighing heavily on his heart, Garret knew he
would fulfill his grandfather’s last request.
    Garret showered and dressed. His breakfast
order sat on a cart in the open elevator when he returned to the
main room. He wheeled the cart closer to the end recliner of the
sectional and poured a cup of much needed coffee. He hadn’t slept
much last night. With half a cup of caffeine flowing through his
veins, he refilled the cup and sat down to enjoy his breakfast of
two poached eggs, one slice of wheat toast, and a medley of fruit.
He flipped on the T.V. to scan through the news channels and stay
up to date on current events, especially the ones that affected
him. Stocks that were up could give to the foundation. Their
corporation could buy companies with stocks that were down. A
simple equation worked to his advantage.
    He hoped the nourishment would curb his
murderous inclination before he spoke to his procurement
specialist. Ted Jones topped his hit list yesterday evening. Garret
discovered he had lost out on the bid, that he instructed Ted to
spare no expense to procure. Lucky for Ted, Garret was distracted
during his trip to Ted’s office by a dick hardening vision of a
free spirit dancing down the street. Damn, that woman looked good.
She should have stayed.
    Since she inadvertently saved his life, Ted
should locate her. If he wanted to redeem himself, for his latest
blunder and stay in Garret’s employment. Even if he managed to find
her, that still wouldn’t get him off the hook. When Garret Presley
said procure, he meant procure at all cost. Ted had failed.
    “My townhouse within the hour” was sent via
text to Ted. Garret had to check on the renovations of his
townhouse anyway, so he might as well kill two birds with one
stone. With the frustrations of three setbacks that had to be dealt
with before work, his brewing foul mood wasn’t likely to diminish.
Garret knew from experience, it was imperative that he handled the
problems first, and then lock himself away in his office to cool
his uncontrollable temper. When his temper exploded, people got
hurt. There were times when the world seemed determine to piss him
off. Today felt like one of those times with the day barely
started. She should have stayed.
    Garret was aware the ferocity of his temper
was unparalleled in the business world. The survivors of his wrath
memorized his modus operandi. When Garret Presley asked for
something, you gave. Otherwise it would be taken from you, one way
or another. He always took more, much more, than his