could read her mind right at that moment. Was she still thinking about last night? He hoped so because he was.
“I suppose I should look at it like a blessing rather than money we’ve been flushing down the drain,” Jayce joked, forcing himself to concentrate on the conversation at hand. “Thank you for all your hard work and make sure you enjoy the rest of the weekend.”
Over the past week, Jayce and Josh had kept a similar schedule, leaving Mason in the early hours of the morning and returning just a few hours later. Jayce was used to the sleep deprivation, but he figured his poor colleague would need to spend the next week in bed to recover. Jayce expected a lot from all of his staff and he didn’t feel the slightest bit of remorse for pushing them beyond their limits. It was what made them great, it was what made them better than others.
In his office, Jayce breezed past Olivia, not failing to note her sheer blouse.
He had a pile of work that required his immediate attention, but there was one pressing task he needed to complete first. He dialed Zahra’s extension:
“Good morning, Jayce.”
“You look beautiful this morning,” he said.
She laughed. “Flattery will get you everywhere. Were you harassing Josh this morning or just talking?”
He smirked. She already knew him well. “Just a friendly chat… there’s no need for harassment when you make deadline, is there?”
“I suppose not,” Zahra said.
He leaned back in his chair and disclosed the purpose of his call. “So, it occurred to me this morning that if we’re going to try this dating thing, that I’m going to need your number.”
“Don’t you have it already?”
She was referring to the staff directory so yes, he did have it, but he thought he would do the gentlemanly thing and ask her for it. “I want you to give it to me.”
“Sure,” she said and then rattled off the digits. He scribbled them down and drew a box around the number.
“Thank you. I’ve got to run, but I’ll call you.” He was smiling as he spoke.
“I look forward to that call. Bye, Jayce.”
Knock-knock.
She didn’t waste any time , Jayce thought, his hand still on the receiver. “Come in.”
Olivia opened the door and walked to his desk. On further review, not only was her blouse sheer, her breasts were bulging from her lace bra; Olivia had interpreted casual day as whore day. He said nothing, though, and kept his eyes on her face.
She deposited a stack of reports and a page of messages onto his desk. This generation’s ability to communicate twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week could be a curse if it wasn’t managed properly.
“Thank you. What time will you be here until?” Saturday was not officially a work day, but he would be lying if he said he didn’t expect his employees to be in the office for a few hours at least.
She leaned forward, resting her hands on top of the chair that sat opposite his desk. “As long as you need me,” she said, not breaking eye contact.
Was she hitting on him? This is going to be a problem , Jayce thought. “I’ll let you know, but you should be fine to go after the finance reports come through,” he said.
“Good. I’ll leave you to it.” She lingered for a second, not long enough to be uncomfortable but long enough to communicate her unspoken words—she was definitely hitting on him. He didn’t ask her to stay nor did he look at her tits, but he did look at her ass as she left—he was a man, after all.
Olivia dwelled around well after the finance reports had come through, but Jayce barely noticed. For years he had resented his disciplined childhood, his military-like routine of study, school, work and sleep. Now, however, he was grateful for it—his level of discipline was superseded only by his father’s.
*
11:00 p.m.
Jayce loaded his briefcase with documents and cleaned his desk. His was meticulous about leaving it organized for the next day—another of his father’s lessons.
“I suppose I should look at it like a blessing rather than money we’ve been flushing down the drain,” Jayce joked, forcing himself to concentrate on the conversation at hand. “Thank you for all your hard work and make sure you enjoy the rest of the weekend.”
Over the past week, Jayce and Josh had kept a similar schedule, leaving Mason in the early hours of the morning and returning just a few hours later. Jayce was used to the sleep deprivation, but he figured his poor colleague would need to spend the next week in bed to recover. Jayce expected a lot from all of his staff and he didn’t feel the slightest bit of remorse for pushing them beyond their limits. It was what made them great, it was what made them better than others.
In his office, Jayce breezed past Olivia, not failing to note her sheer blouse.
He had a pile of work that required his immediate attention, but there was one pressing task he needed to complete first. He dialed Zahra’s extension:
“Good morning, Jayce.”
“You look beautiful this morning,” he said.
She laughed. “Flattery will get you everywhere. Were you harassing Josh this morning or just talking?”
He smirked. She already knew him well. “Just a friendly chat… there’s no need for harassment when you make deadline, is there?”
“I suppose not,” Zahra said.
He leaned back in his chair and disclosed the purpose of his call. “So, it occurred to me this morning that if we’re going to try this dating thing, that I’m going to need your number.”
“Don’t you have it already?”
She was referring to the staff directory so yes, he did have it, but he thought he would do the gentlemanly thing and ask her for it. “I want you to give it to me.”
“Sure,” she said and then rattled off the digits. He scribbled them down and drew a box around the number.
“Thank you. I’ve got to run, but I’ll call you.” He was smiling as he spoke.
“I look forward to that call. Bye, Jayce.”
Knock-knock.
She didn’t waste any time , Jayce thought, his hand still on the receiver. “Come in.”
Olivia opened the door and walked to his desk. On further review, not only was her blouse sheer, her breasts were bulging from her lace bra; Olivia had interpreted casual day as whore day. He said nothing, though, and kept his eyes on her face.
She deposited a stack of reports and a page of messages onto his desk. This generation’s ability to communicate twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week could be a curse if it wasn’t managed properly.
“Thank you. What time will you be here until?” Saturday was not officially a work day, but he would be lying if he said he didn’t expect his employees to be in the office for a few hours at least.
She leaned forward, resting her hands on top of the chair that sat opposite his desk. “As long as you need me,” she said, not breaking eye contact.
Was she hitting on him? This is going to be a problem , Jayce thought. “I’ll let you know, but you should be fine to go after the finance reports come through,” he said.
“Good. I’ll leave you to it.” She lingered for a second, not long enough to be uncomfortable but long enough to communicate her unspoken words—she was definitely hitting on him. He didn’t ask her to stay nor did he look at her tits, but he did look at her ass as she left—he was a man, after all.
Olivia dwelled around well after the finance reports had come through, but Jayce barely noticed. For years he had resented his disciplined childhood, his military-like routine of study, school, work and sleep. Now, however, he was grateful for it—his level of discipline was superseded only by his father’s.
*
11:00 p.m.
Jayce loaded his briefcase with documents and cleaned his desk. His was meticulous about leaving it organized for the next day—another of his father’s lessons.
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