The Boss

My name is Brian King, and through my own efforts, I currently sit at the top of my own company without a worry.

I left collage about 5/6 years ago and quite frankly I don't care about those days, once I was kicked from my family home and out of the family tree I no longer cared enough to remember my past.

As for right now, I sat at the top of my building within my office of a pretty medium-sized enterprise going through some documents that had no real importance but still had to be read in case I missed something.

My day usually went like this, staring at my desk moving paper from one pile to the other and when I was done I would call my secretary in to take them away.

Pressing in the intercom, I heard it starting to ring when I heard a sweet voice ring through.

"Yes, MR-King, how can I help?"

I sighed at hearing that soft voice ring through, knowing that it was a nice thing to hear after so much paper work.

"Lucy can you please come and take these documents off my desk"

Waiting a little she spoke "Yes MR-King I will be there in a moment"

Hearing the beep coming from the other side, knowing she put down the call, all I had to do now was wait for her to walk in to my office.

Soon a woman with red hair walked in through the door with a charmingly slim waist, taking each step with confidence, almost like a model flaunting off her assets.

See, unfortunately my looks never were good, so I could only look on without lust as it might cause conflict within the work place if she thought I was a perv.

When she reached my desk, I told her where each of the department's the documents needed to go.

She readily listened to what I had to say and soon scoped up each of the documents to turn around and walk away.

Seeing her hips sway with a slight outline of her panties on her skirt made me slightly hard, So reaching down, I shifted it to a more comfortable position and leaned back on my chair.

Sighing, in all of this I knew I had the confidence to pick up women, it was more down to that fact I could never trust them, either because of my money or my family background.

I worked and waited throwing paper balls into the bin for fun as the day soon came to an end and knowing that I had no more work I locked up my office and made my way down.

Greeting employees with a smile and a wave goodbye, I reach the car park, to drive home.

Reaching my open planed penthouse, I throw my briefcase onto my table throwing my blazer off, I sat down at my computer to begin my future planing for the company.

However, a window suddenly pop up before my eyes, sacring my to lean so far back that I toppled over, smacking my head against the floor.

Rubbing the back of my head, I still saw the screen and waved my hand hoping to brush it away, but I only fazed through it and watching it rippling and form back to what it once was.

I quickly focused on the floating screen and saw words written on it saying...

}Brian King Do You Wish For Power{

}YES{ ------- Or ------- }NO{

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