Griffin, Rahela Ferarri [read this if .txt] 📗

Chapter One

It's dark. Maybe four, five a.m.? Couldn't tell. Mondays are always like this. I just can't switch off. Okay, let's see. Meeting with people from Securities and exchange commission. That should be fun. Anyway, I don't have to prepare much. Lunch with Fieldman from Federal Reserves is canceled, thank God, at least I could have a peaceful meal for once. A sound from the other side of the bed interrupted my thoughts. I lay my eyes on the woman sleeping peacefully in my bed. There she was, so beautiful, elegant and asleep. She hates when I leave her alone in bed, but I just can’t sleep and the work is the only thing that settles my mind. Besides, this thing is going on for two years, and I like the way things are now. I love what I do, and to be honest, sometimes it feels good to be alone for a while. True, sex is good. Actually, very good. If it wasn’t like that, I wouldn’t put up with her constant pressure of revealing our relationship and taking it to the next level. And my parents. God, they always ask about her. When I’m going to introduce her to them. She could actually be the wife material someday. But at the moment, I have to sort these issues within my company, and the last thing is I need is her “emotional issues” and “talks about the future”.

 

I slowly got up without disturbing her, and got out of the room, silently closing the door behind me. Well, let’s see. Feldman is off, so I could meet Doug instead. He could brief me into this UniGlobe situation. I should probably schedule a lunch with them next week. Okay. Interview for the risk assessment function. This should be fun. Maybe I should leave it to Doug to decide, and I could finish with the regulator sooner. I’ll consult Claire on the spot.

 

“You look sharp”, I tell myself while fixing the tie. I put on my jacket and my wristwatch. And another busy week could start. I am ready. I don’t want to wake up Diane. She has a trial at 1 p.m., so she has time to sleep. I’ll call her from work, as I usually do. 

 

My Alfa 159 was ready for me, as always. I just love the damn car. Probably even more than a lot of things. And women just love it. Yes, if I had time for women, it would actually mean something, but I am barely managing with only one, and to imagine another one? Not a chance. Well, Diane is okay. She is a woman I could see standing next to me. She has this elegance, and daintiness which I very much appreciate in a woman. Not that I don’t feel like bending Irene’s tight ass over the desk from time to time, if she wasn’t this shallow, of course, but... Yes. What a pity. I know that I could have her whenever I wanted, but it was never worth crossing the line with her. Well, off to work.

Chapter Two

 

I love coming to the office early. It gives me time to think. Of course, Clair, the mother figure,  is always there before me, but she always has the thing I need before I even ask. Too bad that she doesn’t have a life of her own, but it’s her choice. We never talked about it.

               

My desk was full of Interview candidates CV’s. Most of them were shit. 92 candidates for a single position. I will probably pass the job to Doug. He loves to interview candidates. Especially female ones. I call Claire.

 

Griffin:               “Claire, how many candidates we have this morning?”

 

Mrs. Claire:        ”Only four left Sir. We have decided for this boy from Deloitte. Today, it’s just formal procedure, but we have all agreed on him.”

 

Griffin:               “But we still have four other candidates left.”

 

Mrs. Claire:        “Yes, but I purely doubt that, I mean, THESE candidates will be anything more than a waste of your time Sir.”

 

Griffin:               “Well, since there is only four of them, I’ll finish it myself before I meet the regulator. Please, find me their CV’s”

 

Mrs. Claire:        “Very well, Sir.” – She murmured through her teeth, and went to find the files. Claire was obviously not satisfied with the answer, but she knew better, than to object me. I like when people do as told.

 

Okay, so two guys, banker, MBA shit... What do we have here:

 

Mia Petrov...bla bla... Twenty two years...She’s a kid...Master of quantitative finance and risk assessment... Wow...Nice touch. Studied for five years... And a slacker. Another one. No working experience. This could actually be an advantage... A reference from prof. Thompson. Also impressive. I was deepened in these papers and didn’t even noticed when Claire showed her in. I wanted to overview other candidates as well, but still. I took my eyes off from the document and looked across my table. Well, a blond one. Another one. Attractive, I may add. But Claire was probably right. I was hoping for a discussion with a real candidate, to wake me up before I drink my coffee. Well, now we are here.

 

Griffin:             “Mrs. Petrov?”

 

Miss Petrov:      “Miss.” – She replied somewhat presumptuously. Okay. A feisty one.

 

Griffin:             “Miss, ...yes. It says here that you had no problem in graduating the University. You have pretty good references from my colleagues.” – She seemed confused somehow. Like she was choosing her words carefully. Her eyes were focusing directly on mine. It was so sexy that for a moment, I forgot what I had asked her. Her eyes were so blue. Profoundly blue, and unintentionally provocative. Also defensive. She doesn’t let me in. Fair enough. Finally, she broke this awkward moment.

 

Miss Petrov:     “That is merely a comfirmation that I made a good choice five years ago. Nothing else.”

 

Short, brief, unpretentious. But still a bit provocative. I like it.

 

Griffin:            “It says here that you paused for a year. Why?” – It was actually none of my business, but I was curious. She doesn’t seem like slacker type of person.

 

Miss Petrov:     “Unfortunately, I had some private and financial issues that needed to be taken care of.” – Maybe I made her a bit embarrassed.. I immediately thought of my student years and how much I had to struggle to get to where I am now. Now, I feel sorry for bringing up this subject.

 

Griffin:              “Did you address the University for help? You could have.”

 

Miss Petrov:      “Please do not take this the wrong way, but I prefer to rely exclusively on myself. I’m here now, right?” – Sensitive on pity. And independent. Nice feature. I like this in a woman. And she had a point. She did manage to succeed on her own. Though still, it was a waste of her potential.

 

Griffin:               “Yes, it is true, but otherwise you could have used the year for a better purpose.” – A small grin appeared on her face. Strange. But still she doesn’t let out a single thing. She doesn’t let me in, and keeps me in the same distance.

 

Miss Petrov:      “I intend to make it up. All I need is an opportunity. Nothing more and nothing less.” – Direct. Brief. Interesting. Maybe I should test little Miss Petrov. To test her limits. Maybe she would even be up for the task. An unintended smile appeared on my lips. As much I tried to hide my amusement, I failed. I completely forgot about the other candidates.

 

Griffin:               “An opportunity, you will have. You have set yourself quite a challenge.” – I was pushing her further. I wanted to break her concentration, so she would reveal a glimpse of herself to me.

 

Miss Petrov:      “Challenges, I can handle. Skepticism, as well.” – She smiled provocatively. Oh, so she joined the game. Good girl. Maybe I should see what she is really made of. Let’s see how she will handle this.

 

Griffin:               “And why do you see me as a skeptic, Miss Petrov? What gave you that impression?” – I stood up and leaned across the desk. I gazed into her deep blue eyes. Come on. Let me in. I want to see what you are concealing. There was a tension growing inside her, but she didn’t look aside. To my surprise, instead, she gazed me back, even more determined. In fact, I felt like she saw through my intention, and sharply shut me down with a single look. She was so arousing, I could barely control the blood flow to my pants. A brash smile appeared on her face.

 

Miss Petrov:      “Why are you so full of prejudice regarding attractive young women?” – She made my flame rise to rooftop. She managed to set me out of my balance. Why do I have prejudice? Well maybe because the biggest ambition from every single girl I know is to make career in bed until she gets married, and gets her hand on a Bianco credit card. But she was provoking. Okay, Miss. You want a chance? I will make sure you get one. We will see if you are an exception to the rule, as you think of yourself to be. Anyway, we were playing long enough.

 

Griffin:               “Claire will inform you to your daily obligations, and you will report directly to me. I like to personally keep track of all business indicators. Once again, welcome.” She seemed a bit disappointed. Then, I called in Claire. “Claire, please escort Miss Petrov to her office and inform her with the procedures.” – Claire looked me with her judgmental look. What? I can hire whoever I want. I don’t know at what point she started to give herself this amount of importance.

 

I looked at the time. Good. I love when I make decisions on the spot. And now I still have the time to prepare for the meeting, and get there in half an hour. This was important. I requested this meeting with the Securities Commission ages ago, since we really need their help in finding the cause of this data problem. Maybe I should assign this to Miss Petrov. She is not involved with personal interest, and I could benefit from an independent opinion. Fresh blood always contributes the company. The perspective of a new an unexperienced employee is often very refreshing. Well, I should get going then.

Chapter Three

 

So many data. Too many, actually, that you could