Close the door behind you. Tell Joe to stay in his office. Mrs. Peters and I need to confer in the hallway.” To Gwen I say, “Mrs. Peters? Will you join me in the hallway to discuss this recent development?”

She jumps to her feet.

I could easily unplug the phone from the wall and take it with me, but where’s the style in that? I grab the phone, rip it out of the wall, and fling it across the room. Gwen gasps, “Oh, Oh, OH!”

To the board members I say, “Stay put.”

William says, “And if we don’t?”

“I’ll kill you.”

Gwen shouts, “Oh, Oh, OH, OH My God! OH, OH, OH MY GOD!”

She and I race out of the room. I slam the door behind us and pin her against it, rip her panties off and take her right there in the hallway. Gwen moans and yelps and gasps as I give her all I’ve got. She pulls me into her again and again, and each time she does, her back slams against the door, making a loud banging sound. But that’s nothing compared to the ear-splitting volume of her demonic shrieks and wolf-like howls.

The last time we power fucked was the best sex of my life, so I naturally assumed that had been her “A” game. But no. Today she’s elevated her sexual frenzy to a level that transcends space and time! The combination of Gwen realizing I’m rich, and my sudden display of violence, and her growing awareness of her power in the company, and the fact that a roomful of important people are being forced to wait while we have sex right outside the door—has driven her over the edge.

It doesn’t take me long to hit a nice stopping point, but Gwen’s insatiable. We drop to the floor and I quickly realize this party has barely started.

I won’t tell you what transpired next, or how long it lasted. As for the commotion we raised, let’s just say it was considerable. When Gwen and I re-enter the urine and vomit-infested room, her face is drained of all color and our knees are shaking. All eyes in the room turn to Gwen as she reclaims her place at the conference table while displaying not the least hint of embarrassment.

What a woman!

“Thanks for your patience,” I tell the board members. “Mrs. Peters and I were engaged in a rather heated debate, and had to get something straight between us. I’m happy to report we achieved that goal.”

“A debate?” Chairman Wadsworth says.

I give him a stern look and say, “Yes, of course. What did you think was going on?”

“Honestly? I thought a construction crew was demolishing the building.”

I look around the table. “Anyone else?”

Tootie Greene raises her hand.

“Yes?”

“I thought someone was kicking the door while playing a high volume recording of killer whales singing across the ocean.”

I look at Mary.

“Sir?”

“Anything to add?”

“To me it sounded like you were flogging an angry banshee. No offense, Mrs. Peters.”


 

 

 

 

10.

 

 

 

“I’M AWARE THE conditions aren’t ideal in here,” I say, “but believe me, I’ve seen worse.”

I call Joe Penny to fix the phone. While he does that, I coerce William into calling the attorneys. As he fires them, we learn they’ve already blown through half the contingency fee.

“You’ve wasted over a hundred grand,” I say. “Now stop this nonsense, and I’ll tell you why it wouldn’t have worked in the first place. Your medical director, Dr. Phyllis Willis, was murdered in this very building two weeks ago, along with several members of her staff. What you may not know is why.  Shall I tell you?”

No one speaks, so I continue.

“Dr. Willis helped supervise the implanting of a chip into the brain of a government assassin named Connor Payne.