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Laura heard her cell phone jangle an alert. Only a few people had that distinct ringtone assigned to them and when it rang she needed to answer it immediately.
    Laura didn’t want to be rude to their guest or Nick, but it really was important. She looked up and met his gaze. A satisfied smile broke across Nick’s handsome face. He leaned down and whispered in her ear. With his warm breath caressing her neck, she felt her nipples stand at attention.
    “You make your Dom immensely happy when you look to him for direction.” Lifting his head he told her, “Laura, Frank and I can handle this.”
    She nodded her head in acknowledgment, “I apologize, Frank, but really I’d just be a third wheel anyway.” In truth, she was grateful. Nick needed to explain, in detail, what changes they wanted made and also order the equipment. There would be no evading the purpose for the remodel.
    As she walked to her home office, she thought about Nick’s statement. She hadn’t been asking his permission. Had she? She enjoyed their new sex life. Exploring D/s with Nick was a fantasy come true, but she didn’t want it to affect their lives outside the bedroom.
    Grabbing her briefcase, she entered her office, sank down into her chair and looked at her cell phone screen. Oscar Hardly, head of security. She’d been waiting for this call. “What did you find out?”
    “Mrs Branson, you’re not gonna like it. There’ve been a series of harassment claims filed against Simson. His immediate supervisor, Jeffries, is a beer buddy. There’ve been almost as many complaints on him. They’ve become very adept at covering their asses.” He quickly cleared his throat, “Sorry ma’am, covering their trail.”
    “I’ve heard the phrase before, Oscar. Send me what you have. We’ll need two severance teams ready to go. If, but more likely when, I give the word, I want them removed simultaneously. Did the investigation raise any suspicions?”
    “Highly unlikely, Mrs B.”
    “Monitor their computer use, if you see any data dumping, crash their systems regardless of potential revenue loss. If these victims choose to come after the company, we’ll have a PR nightmare on our hands.” Laura couldn’t give a damn about the company reputation when people were being abused under her watch, but CEO Branson was all about the image. “I’ll be in touch.”
    Laura’s stomach churned. Greg Simson was trouble. When they’d met personally for the first time on the golf course, he’d set off all her internal alarms. His close proximity had had her skin crawling. After hearing about his brushes with the law, she’d decided a discrete investigation was needed. Oscar was just the man for the job. He was thorough, detail oriented and accurate. Many a lawsuit had been fought using material Oscar had uncovered and so far it had proven to be bullet proof.
    Anger built as she read through the files. It was worse than she’d suspected. Instead of one slime ball harassing his co-workers, she’d found two predators using their position of power to force subordinates to perform sex acts or lose their jobs. The reports had been filed by females who’d stood up to them and ultimately been fired. Laura wondered how many women were in desperate situations and couldn’t take the risk of losing their jobs. Simson and Berthman seemed to prey on the admin pool.
    Knowing exactly how to nail these two, she picked up the phone and dialed Oscar. Laura was shocked when it rang twice, then three times. He always, always , picked up on the first ring. By the fifth she was looking at her phone to make sure she’d hit the right button. On the eighth, Oscar answered.
    “Mrs Branson, I’m so sorry to keep you waiting. I was on the line with my contact in IT. This situation just keeps getting worse, ma’am. “
    Laura looked up to see Nick leaning against the door frame. How long had he been there? She held up one finger, hoping he would head off to his office and let her