poor Rita. She'd been his assistant for three months at this point. She must have had the discipline of a saint to endure this.
"If you wish sir. Next is a church run school. It has fallen behind on mortgage payments. The bank is looking for any reason to foreclose on it. Offering them a payment would push them to do so. Research predicts an 0.9% local revenue increase."
"Do it."
"Sir, please. Put more thought - "
"Do it, or I'll can you and you'll never be able to afford those bigger tits you so desperately need. Next." I've seen Rita. She's not super endowed, but she's not flat either. Of course, as soon as Lester found out her insecurities, he attacked.
"Okay sir, you're the boss. Last is a charity funded animal rescue kennel. A private company, pays rent to a local landlord who would be happy to part with it for the right price."
"Buy it."
"Sir, it only has a forecast of an 0.02% increase, due to the area already having a store within a half mile of it. That's not much."
"Every little bit counts, tiny tits. You're never going to climb the ladder with that attitude."
"Sir, have you considered the public relations aspects of these decisions? The children's hospital is the only place poor children can turn to for a chance to deal with adolescent diseases, and where families can find comfort in terminal situations."
"Welfare cases. Parents should have known better before having sick kids."
"The school is loved by local parents for giving gifted children a chance where the public schools have failed the community. It is some kids only chance to get the education they need to get into a good university."
"Parasites. If it was such a worthy endeavor it'd be profitable."
"The animal kennel? It helps keep the pet population under control. It saves abused animals from cruel owners. It helps them find homes. It does a lot of good, sir."
"I don't give a shit, tiny tits. Not a single shit. The bottom line. That's what business means."
"Allmart already has public relations nightmares with how you treat employees and your predatory business practices. Boycotts are building, sir. I don't see how a 2% increase in local revenue is worth the hell the corporation will get."
"2.02%, darling. Even that .02% adds to our overall bottom line and increases the value of our stock. Survival of the fittest is the law of capitalism."
"Sir, I think that's evolution."
"Whatever. The glory of the free market has put the power in my hands and I have chosen to use my power as such. I won't hear any more of your protests. Do it, tiny tits. Don't disappoint me." The declaration was followed by him hitting a button to hang up. That was followed by the sound of a speed dial.
I trembled in my chair. Every word stung. The business was already wildly profitable. Ludicrously so. I stared at the ring on my finger.
"Lacey, my dear! What are you doing tonight after midnight? I have a banquet to host, and I need a hot little thing to unwind with afterwords." Lester put on his silver tongue again.
My eyes closed. He knew I was in the next room. I had mentioned once that a lot of rock concerts in my teenage years had hurt my hearing. He took it that I was almost deaf.
"Oh yeah, baby. You're going to to do what to me? Hot. Then I'm going to fuck the shit out of your ass. Don't you complain like that. I like it dry."
I cringed. So blatantly cheating on me and I was powerless to stop it.
Another phone rang.
"Hold on Lacey, I have an important business call." He paused a moment. "Ahh, Anna, I was hoping you'd call me. I've missed you. You want to see me tonight? Sorry, babe. The banquet tonight's going to exhaust me. I'll be crashing right afterwords. I'll see you tomorrow for lunch though. Oh tonight? Yeah, I'm taking the old battle axe again."
At least four mistresses I knew of. Probably more. They knew about me. They didn't care. They're all convinced he'll divorce me soon and become trophy wife mark two.
Ugh. They can have him. They can have
"If you wish sir. Next is a church run school. It has fallen behind on mortgage payments. The bank is looking for any reason to foreclose on it. Offering them a payment would push them to do so. Research predicts an 0.9% local revenue increase."
"Do it."
"Sir, please. Put more thought - "
"Do it, or I'll can you and you'll never be able to afford those bigger tits you so desperately need. Next." I've seen Rita. She's not super endowed, but she's not flat either. Of course, as soon as Lester found out her insecurities, he attacked.
"Okay sir, you're the boss. Last is a charity funded animal rescue kennel. A private company, pays rent to a local landlord who would be happy to part with it for the right price."
"Buy it."
"Sir, it only has a forecast of an 0.02% increase, due to the area already having a store within a half mile of it. That's not much."
"Every little bit counts, tiny tits. You're never going to climb the ladder with that attitude."
"Sir, have you considered the public relations aspects of these decisions? The children's hospital is the only place poor children can turn to for a chance to deal with adolescent diseases, and where families can find comfort in terminal situations."
"Welfare cases. Parents should have known better before having sick kids."
"The school is loved by local parents for giving gifted children a chance where the public schools have failed the community. It is some kids only chance to get the education they need to get into a good university."
"Parasites. If it was such a worthy endeavor it'd be profitable."
"The animal kennel? It helps keep the pet population under control. It saves abused animals from cruel owners. It helps them find homes. It does a lot of good, sir."
"I don't give a shit, tiny tits. Not a single shit. The bottom line. That's what business means."
"Allmart already has public relations nightmares with how you treat employees and your predatory business practices. Boycotts are building, sir. I don't see how a 2% increase in local revenue is worth the hell the corporation will get."
"2.02%, darling. Even that .02% adds to our overall bottom line and increases the value of our stock. Survival of the fittest is the law of capitalism."
"Sir, I think that's evolution."
"Whatever. The glory of the free market has put the power in my hands and I have chosen to use my power as such. I won't hear any more of your protests. Do it, tiny tits. Don't disappoint me." The declaration was followed by him hitting a button to hang up. That was followed by the sound of a speed dial.
I trembled in my chair. Every word stung. The business was already wildly profitable. Ludicrously so. I stared at the ring on my finger.
"Lacey, my dear! What are you doing tonight after midnight? I have a banquet to host, and I need a hot little thing to unwind with afterwords." Lester put on his silver tongue again.
My eyes closed. He knew I was in the next room. I had mentioned once that a lot of rock concerts in my teenage years had hurt my hearing. He took it that I was almost deaf.
"Oh yeah, baby. You're going to to do what to me? Hot. Then I'm going to fuck the shit out of your ass. Don't you complain like that. I like it dry."
I cringed. So blatantly cheating on me and I was powerless to stop it.
Another phone rang.
"Hold on Lacey, I have an important business call." He paused a moment. "Ahh, Anna, I was hoping you'd call me. I've missed you. You want to see me tonight? Sorry, babe. The banquet tonight's going to exhaust me. I'll be crashing right afterwords. I'll see you tomorrow for lunch though. Oh tonight? Yeah, I'm taking the old battle axe again."
At least four mistresses I knew of. Probably more. They knew about me. They didn't care. They're all convinced he'll divorce me soon and become trophy wife mark two.
Ugh. They can have him. They can have
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