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Miss Cynthia - 3, A Change of Direction

Date: 4/26/2016, Categories: Office Sex, Author: JefferyB, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

for Laura and me at a salary level that I approve.” “You can’t be serious,” Sinclair shouted. “Oh, but I am,” Evan said calmly as he leaned over his desk and into Sinclair’s face. “If you want this business, Richard, you will kiss my ass on Main Street and then tell everyone how good it felt.” Laura wanted to giggle, but had the good sense to sit quietly and see what came next. Evan stood up straight and looked into Sinclair’s eyes. “I don’t like you, Richard. I’ve never liked you. On the scale of mental brightness that runs from one to ten you are about a three. So this is my reward. I’ll take what I want and retire in three years with all of the money I need. If you don’t want to play ball with me I’ll take it all myself and retire at the same time with wealth beyond my imagination. But whatever you decide, it will be to my benefit. It is now up to you.” “I think you’ve lost your mind,” Sinclair said. “And you can bet that my attorney will be involved.” “By all means,” Evan said with a smile. “Bring your attorney into this, but understand that you have until noon Friday to make a decision. If I don’t have your answer at 12:01 PM on Friday, I take it all and walk out the door.” Reaching back into his stack of papers Evan pulled another set and handed it to Sinclair. “This is our contract. It has been written by my lawyer. If you decide to keep us it will be signed by you, Laura and me, plus an executive of your choice. We will each get a copy of the agreement. And let me ... say that if you so much as change one comma, the deal is off.” “That isn’t enough time,” Sinclair complained. “Maybe not,” Evan said, “But it’s all you have.” “I need more time,” the CEO said. “Let me say something to you that I’ve always wanted to say,” Evan said as he stood up once again. “Kiss my ass! You have until noon Friday to make your decision before I leave here.” Sinclair stood saying, “That just doesn’t seem fair.” “Fair?” Evan responded. “Despite all the advice I’ve given you over the past ten years that you ignored, you want to say that I’m not being fair? Your deadline is noon on Friday. Laura and I will be leaving here in about an hour to look at possible office space. We will not be back in the building until Friday morning. We’ll expect your answer at that time.” “We’ll need more time than that,” Sinclair seemed to whine. Evan leaned over the desk and into Sinclair’s face. “Fuck you, Richard. That’s all you get, and I’m hoping you don’t have enough sense to accept my offer. Whichever you choose, I will either be wealthy or exceptionally wealthy.” When Sinclair finally started to walk toward the door, Evan stopped him by saying, “There’s one more thing that I want you to know. If you decide to keep us with your business and move our offices as I have suggested, there is still one deal breaker in the mix. If your vice president, John Edwards, ever speaks to me again, it will be the end of our business relationship. I will run the Braxton business and will report ...