After Work

The sun was setting on the horizon, as Rowen sat behind the wheel of his super charged sports car. He drummed his thumbs against the steering wheel, stuck in traffic. 'Move already, damnit!' He cursed at the cars in front of him, his patience non existent at this point. He'd woken up early this morning, before sunrise, to brief himself on the conference he was holding for his staff. Productivity has been low lately, and while reviewing teller reports, he notices large sums of withdrawals missing. The only conclusion he could come to was theft, so he set out to be a hard ass all day, see if he could catch anyone off their game.

Needless to say, the entire day had pretty much been a waste. He was no closer to finding the thief, and he managed to spill his coffee all over his designer button up, which was going to stain. He sat forward in his car, leaned upwards a bit, trying to peek around some of the various vehicles to see if there was something that was actually holding up traffic, or if it was just people lacking common sense to merge properly on the freeway. The sun shimmered off the rolex he wore on his left wrist, his arms covered in hair. He'd been **** to change out of his expensive clothes into something more... remedial. Instead of slick, fancy slacks, and a crisp button up, he wore sweat pants that were way too tight on him, and a shirt that barely covered his entire lower stomach. It almost looked like he was wearing a crop top. It's not like he wanted to wear these ridiculous clothes, but it's all his assistant could find around the building.

He sighed and sat back, smacking the outer rim of the steering wheel, the sun beating down heavy through the windows. 'I can't wait to get home and make one of the dumb whores suck me off, that'll surely relax me'. The thought of release brought him a feeling of content satisfaction. Who cares if his day wasn't spectacular? He was the boss at home and always would be, and that power kick fueled him more and more.