Meeting the ARK Industries Representatives

As is customary of the inSite Corporate office, the descriptor 'busy' understated the 80-storey supertall skyscraper reality, stationed in the middle of the European city, North Shields. On the fiftieth floor, Alasdair strode pass the well-appointed and open work space emplaced with several connected dual sided desks hosting phones, computers, depository spaces and a safe. The golden light from the large three-panel picture windows, interspacing along the solid, white walls, highlighted the tall, handsome man for working women (and men).

Alasdair put forward a subtle smirk, aware of his appeal, supplying a bit more oomph to his swagger upon his swift journey to Martina Washington's office. While it was a month ago, Alasdair remembered it like yesterday. His clean-shaven stubble accented his narrow jawline and sharp cheekbones. His dark navy tailor suit store fronted his athletic physique obtained through years of hard work from a strict diet and exercise at the gym. He graced his voyeuristic audience with an artificial white smile, knowing just a brief acknowledgement from him excited their swooning hearts. As swift as his smile, he dismissed them with a quick turn of his emerald eyes, making his way to his boss.

Martina awaited him outside her office, looking downwards at her planner while taking various notes. Alasdair slowed his pace, admiring the elegant flow of her willowy, rectangular body. The light against her ebony skin accentuated her golden-brown undertones and the silver highlights in her black hair. She wore a white blouse under a double-breasted dark ruffle blazer coupled with tight dress pants and high heels. He noticed her breasts were prominent in her outfit.

"Ready Mr Myers?" she questioned.

He flinched, but only for an inconspicuous moment, before meeting her gaze.

"Of course, since you already disregarded my thoughts about this."

Martina nodded, placing her pen inside her planner before strutting to the elevators. Alasdair followed her, ensuring he was slightly ahead. Silence accompanied their brief trip; but the tension rose with their advancement to the eightieth-floor. Upon exiting, Martina called out to Alasdair before he reached the conference room's antechamber. His half-closed eyes observed her as he tilted his head.

"The company and myself has acknowledged your sentiments, however we will move forward with this opportunity from ARK Industries. Working with a company of this magnitude is few and far. inSite will benefit from this privilege."

A condescending chuckle escaped Alasdair, his tilt sloping toward his boss.

"So inSite expects benefits from discriminatory practices?"

"I did not say—"

"—but you did," Alasdair interrupted coolly. "That virtual console purports the misandrist message that men who have procured mantles of masculinity desire for the exact opposite. It displays a feminist agenda that speaks of an inherent assumption that women are the superior gender rather than dismantle and deconstruct the double standards distinct between men and woman."

The man shrugged.

"But since inSite does not believe in misandry, I suppose there's no discrimination. Right, Martina?"

If Martina felt angry or frustrated, her face did not betray her. She bowed her head.

"As I said before, we will move through with this endeavour. Therefore, please keep your emotions in check during the discussion and demonstration."

His eyes twitched (as did his cock), watching her enter the antechamber with him in tow a few seconds later.

The windowless, modest room had little furniture, only a desk, large television and chairs, all occupied by the three ARK Industries Representatives. For the first time that day, Martina raised a smile, shaking hands with her guests, before introducing herself and Alasdair. The young Asian man returned the gesture with humorous bravado, making Martina chuckle, annoying Alasdair. The youthful man placed his hands on the back of his colleagues. One was a smaller black woman, that appeared Alasdair's age, and the other was a massive black male holding a white box, similar in age to the young man.

"My name is Jun-Ho Park, but you could call me June. This lovely lady here is the one and only Ms Keary Green while our massive signal caller here is Dr Warren Prince."

Alasdair extended his hands towards the trio, ready to complete the formalities started by Martina. The two men and woman surprised him. The men he expected to be…well…less manly, but both rivalled him in physical prowess. In fact, Mr Warren Prince outright surpassed him. And the woman. She seemed familiar. He was sure he knew her from some place, but could not place where. Either way, the top dog manufactured a smile, prepared to personally introduce himself.

"I know Martina introduced me as Alasdair, but please call me Alis…"