sperm contributed towards me - took her from me. I am no fool. It was then that I really wanted her. I could say that it revealed to me how much I cared for her, but that would be a lovely, politically correct, lie.
I wanted her because he had her.
So I took her back, and last night's antics still made me smile. Yes, it had been worth it, to have her lying over my lap and utterly at my mercy.
When something is taken from me, I am very angry.
And then the most important thing in my life was taken from me.
* * * *
The morning had started well. I'd turned up at the offices, not quite skipping - a sober financial researcher does not skip - but I'd walked lightly, that I'll admit. Craig, my laddish young assistant, was already there, playing a game on his phone, skyping some bit of fluff he'd met at the weekend, and allegedly filing some reports, all at the same time. Suffice it to say that I threw his phone in the wastepaper bin and pulled the plug on his PC.
The cub grinned at me and I was about to launch into a half-serious rant when I was summoned to the CEO's office.
I assumed some stock market turbulence was emerging. No doubt I was about to be chewed out on failing to predict some trend or another, and I wasn't particularly concerned as I took the stairs up to Mr. Ellison's suite of rooms.
And roughly three and a half minutes later, I was standing back outside in the corridor, dazed at the whirlwind that had blown through my life. Less than five minutes, and I'd been sacked.
I shook my head, uncomprehending. The spiky-haired secretary of his, Lily, poked her head through the door. "He wants you off the premises as soon as you can," she whispered. "And, I'm sorry."
I couldn't speak because my fury clogged my mouth and she didn't deserve my rain of expletives.
I knew who did, though. Suddenly incensed, I ran down the stairs to my office and grabbed the back of Craig's chair, spinning him around to face me.
"Hey-"
"Get up!"
To help him along I grabbed his lapels and hauled him up. He pushed back at me but I was strong and well-trained; he only had youth on his side and no finesse. "What the fuck, man?"
"I've been sacked. Why is that, do you think?"
"I don't know!"
"You're in cahoots with him, aren't you?"
"Who?"
"You know who!" I shouted, shaking him. His eyes flickered and I heard movement behind me.
"Mr. Walker-Wilkinson, you need to put him down. Thank you."
"Leave us alone, would you?"
Mike, the enormous ex-military security guard, was not going to do that, and I knew it. "No, sir. Come with me, sir."
He didn't call me sir the way Jas called me sir . I dropped Craig and he stumbled back, white in the face, a mixture of fear and anger on his face. He wanted to punch me; I could see that in the twitching of his hands. But he couldn't lay a blow on his boss.
His ex-boss.
"Let me gather my things," I said, letting them think I was defeated.
"Be quick," Mike said.
I grabbed a cardboard box, dumped out its contents - files and folders and binders - and began to stuff as many personal effects as I could into it. Mike stood by, ensuring I didn't take anything remotely relevant to the company. I rooted in a drawer and managed to palm a memory stick - I didn't even know what was on it, but it seemed important, somehow, to try and get at least one thing over on the company. It probably contained nothing more than a list of office furniture or something but it was a tiny victory.
And then I was ushered out, clutching my box to my chest, striding as if I gave not a single fuck with Mike at my back and the eyes of every damn employee in the building following me as I went.
I knew who to blame. I felt my father's influence in this, most likely through Craig.
And I knew I would have my revenge.
Chapter Four - Jas
I didn't hear from Andrew for a few days, but that was fine by me. I had work to do, after all. Things we going well. I'd been making presentations to various companies,
I wanted her because he had her.
So I took her back, and last night's antics still made me smile. Yes, it had been worth it, to have her lying over my lap and utterly at my mercy.
When something is taken from me, I am very angry.
And then the most important thing in my life was taken from me.
* * * *
The morning had started well. I'd turned up at the offices, not quite skipping - a sober financial researcher does not skip - but I'd walked lightly, that I'll admit. Craig, my laddish young assistant, was already there, playing a game on his phone, skyping some bit of fluff he'd met at the weekend, and allegedly filing some reports, all at the same time. Suffice it to say that I threw his phone in the wastepaper bin and pulled the plug on his PC.
The cub grinned at me and I was about to launch into a half-serious rant when I was summoned to the CEO's office.
I assumed some stock market turbulence was emerging. No doubt I was about to be chewed out on failing to predict some trend or another, and I wasn't particularly concerned as I took the stairs up to Mr. Ellison's suite of rooms.
And roughly three and a half minutes later, I was standing back outside in the corridor, dazed at the whirlwind that had blown through my life. Less than five minutes, and I'd been sacked.
I shook my head, uncomprehending. The spiky-haired secretary of his, Lily, poked her head through the door. "He wants you off the premises as soon as you can," she whispered. "And, I'm sorry."
I couldn't speak because my fury clogged my mouth and she didn't deserve my rain of expletives.
I knew who did, though. Suddenly incensed, I ran down the stairs to my office and grabbed the back of Craig's chair, spinning him around to face me.
"Hey-"
"Get up!"
To help him along I grabbed his lapels and hauled him up. He pushed back at me but I was strong and well-trained; he only had youth on his side and no finesse. "What the fuck, man?"
"I've been sacked. Why is that, do you think?"
"I don't know!"
"You're in cahoots with him, aren't you?"
"Who?"
"You know who!" I shouted, shaking him. His eyes flickered and I heard movement behind me.
"Mr. Walker-Wilkinson, you need to put him down. Thank you."
"Leave us alone, would you?"
Mike, the enormous ex-military security guard, was not going to do that, and I knew it. "No, sir. Come with me, sir."
He didn't call me sir the way Jas called me sir . I dropped Craig and he stumbled back, white in the face, a mixture of fear and anger on his face. He wanted to punch me; I could see that in the twitching of his hands. But he couldn't lay a blow on his boss.
His ex-boss.
"Let me gather my things," I said, letting them think I was defeated.
"Be quick," Mike said.
I grabbed a cardboard box, dumped out its contents - files and folders and binders - and began to stuff as many personal effects as I could into it. Mike stood by, ensuring I didn't take anything remotely relevant to the company. I rooted in a drawer and managed to palm a memory stick - I didn't even know what was on it, but it seemed important, somehow, to try and get at least one thing over on the company. It probably contained nothing more than a list of office furniture or something but it was a tiny victory.
And then I was ushered out, clutching my box to my chest, striding as if I gave not a single fuck with Mike at my back and the eyes of every damn employee in the building following me as I went.
I knew who to blame. I felt my father's influence in this, most likely through Craig.
And I knew I would have my revenge.
Chapter Four - Jas
I didn't hear from Andrew for a few days, but that was fine by me. I had work to do, after all. Things we going well. I'd been making presentations to various companies,
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