| Straight: Bosses: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love My Boss (3/5) |
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/>"We'd spin off these mortgages as a new equity offering if we could find a counterparty that had capital to inject into the deal," Brown continued. He was expecting our input. We remained coy. "The credit markets are tight," Gordon added. "Could we find a sponsor for such a transaction?" "Perhaps. But we'd need a signed contract for our services before we could render an opinion on the value of these assets or a strategy for their sale," Pabst answered. And so it went. Move and countermove. At the end of the first day of this charade I was thoroughly disgusted. "How about dinner tonight, girls," Bill Brown asked after we were done for the day. Girls? What a chauvinist pig. I'd rather eat with a dog. "Sure," Pabst replied. "We'd love to. Sounds like fun." Pabst and I clandestinely exchanged annoyed glances. She wanted to do anything to get this contract and I wanted to fly back home. The four of us rode in the company limousine. Next to me sat Dennis, the vice president. Bill sat next to Pabst. Pabst exuded a charm I never knew she had. Smiling, jovial, and flirtatious, she was as friendly as could be. She flaunted her legs and thighs. She kept the act up through dinner while she interjected comments pertaining to business. I had to give her credit for tenacity. At the end of the meal, Pabst and I excused ourselves to use the ladies room. We were alone. "They want us to return to their office with them to review our proposal. Let's convince them to agree to our terms," she suggested in a hushed tone. "Exactly how?" I asked. "What do men like?" she asked back. "I'm a married woman!" "Your husband will like the bonus money you bring home. And he'll be proud of your promotion. He'll be beaming with pride in front of his friends and family." I had to agree with her; he would. And I wanted to finally start out-earning him. "No one will be the wiser," Cruella promised. "I also have an interest in keeping this a secret. I wouldn't want this known back in the office. And there's a special man in my life, too." We didn't return to their office. Bill had a condominium he kept, no doubt at company expense, for when he wanted to work away from home. He was able to access the files on his office computer from the computer at the condo. But it wasn't spreadsheets he wanted to use, it was bed sheets. They used the oldest trick in the book: the computer was in the bedroom. There was a king-sized bed in there. Pabst was ready for them. "Let's settle on terms," she invoked, seated on the edge of the bed. Her voice, face and body movement were unmistakable. "Let's," said Brown. He moved toward her and kissed her. Gordon, following his boss's lead, then kissed me. Yuck. Brown stripped Pabst one, two, three. She sexily shrugged her shoulders as Brown removed her bra. She stepped out of her panties like a cat, with Brown kneeling before her. I hate to admit it, but she looked good. She had nice skin. Her long legs were topped by a healthy bush. Her oversized, meaty nipples poked through her hair, which dangled around her healthy breasts. She was totally at ease being naked in front |
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Very Interesting negotiations :-)
