What did the cat drag in?

Nick spent the next few hours arranging and waiting for courier pickups for the contracts and contract cancellations. He thought about opening the windows to let the room air out, but found he liked the smell of sex in the room. It was almost feral.

As he waited, he also called for some Chinese delivery.

Black Cat paced back and forth as she waited for her contact to arrive, her gut tight with the stress of her betrayal to her friend and recent lovers.

“Well Cat, what do you have for me?” a voice came from the forest shadows.

Black Cat was not in the mood and hissed back, “Well, well if it isn’t the lackey with the limp dick.”

Felicia knew she had scored a direct hit as the man recoiled than flushed with anger, almost pulling a gun at the thief. “Poor man, poor, poor man. To answer your question, I found out the relationship between Katzenberg and MJ. I imagine your boss will find out soon. He just signed her as a client. She no longer is associated with your boss’s new company. He’s going to be pissed you couldn’t resign her sooner. You wasted too much time trying to plan how to fuck her and lost all your leverage. Such a shame.”

“Not all of it,” replied the man as he fingered his sidearm. His only thoughts were on the supermodel wife of Peter Parker and how she was quickly slipping from his grasp. He had only acquired the company for his boss a month ago and had missed the fact the contract with their most famous supermodel and biggest money maker was ending and needed to be renewed. He had also only just started to review the contracts and realized almost half of them were very poorly done; the company was a paper tiger if any smart person ever looked at their books.

He had not done his due diligence in the matter. Still, he had mostly been thinking with his lower head when he thought about being the boss of Mary Jane Watson Parker and the others. He had been a fanboy of hers for eight years now; since her debut and was days from overseeing her livelihood only to have it stripped from him. Taken from him on the very vacation he had coordinated to get her to sign the damn contract.

Spitting on the green grass below him, he kept his rage bottled inside; seething at the inequality of it all.

“Tsk, tsk, I don’t think your boss wants you to cause more trouble for him. Go and report like a good little boy. Besides, your little man wouldn’t please MJ. You'd be lucky for a one off.” Felicia said as she reached out and condescendingly patted the man’s jeans right above his rigid six inches before sneaking away into the forest.

“Bitch.” Was the only reply from the humbled and humiliated man as he reached for his cellphone to call his boss, Mr. Fisk.