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

home, and poured myself a large glass of whiskey. Five missed calls from Diana. She was the last thing on my mind. The minute I close my eyes, Mia was there. The combination of alcohol and her presence during the day turned my imagination wild. I couldn’t help it. Oh, the things I would do to her. She probably hasn’t even heard about half of it. She was so young. Too young maybe. But the combination of her attractiveness with the sharpness of her mind was mind-blowing. I was imagining my hands on her soft skin, and the bare thought of it aroused me so much I had to take a shower and ease myself. Chapter Seven

 

Next morning I woke up even earlier. I always dress sharp, but today I made an extra effort. It was out of my hands. I knew that I was going to meet her, and I was hoping she will give me a positive answer. Not like she accepted something else, but this would enable me to see more of her, without being pushy or intrusive. We would work closely. By my side, she would have the chance to develop her full potential, and it would enable me to whitness her growth and enjoy every aspect of her. Well, not every, but still.

 

The minute I walked into the office, I instructed Claire to call her. I was impatient. Anyway, I wouldn’t do it myself, but instead Claire would do it for me.

 

There she was. Smart little thing. I remained expressles, trying to hide the fact that her answer means a lot to me. Clair did her job, and now she needed to leave.

 

Mrs. Claire:"Miss. Petrov is here to see you, as you asked.” – She was aware of what I was doing, and pissed she had to be a part of this.

 

Griffin: “Yes, Miss. Petrov, I was expecting you. Do you have some good news for me?”

 

Mia:     “As a matter of fact, I do.”

 

Griffin: “Excellent. You will start today. I will transfer your daily obligations to Irene, and you will dedicate yourself completely to this matter.”

 

Mia:     “Look, I will do my best not to let you down, it’s just, I need help, guidance, whatever you name it. I never had the chance to work this in practice, so….”

 

Griffin: “You’ll have my personal assistance at your disposal. It is in my best interest that this matter is fully investigated and thoroughly processed. You will be in charge of my supervision team. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have other things to attend to. Please, call in Mrs. Claire for me.” – I was sharp and calm, due to the fact that I knew that this would be just a start. Now we will be involved even more. She left, a bit disappointed, and I liked it because I sensed that she was not indifferent herself.

 

Couple of hours later, Claire showed up at the door. She looked like she had something to say, and I was annoyed by her silence.

 

Griffin:               “What?”

 

Mrs. Claire:        “Well, Sir, I should probably inform you...Well, I don’t know how to put this exactly...” – She was hesitating. Now I was even more annoyed.

 

Griffin:               “Just say it, Claire, I haven’t got all day.”

 

Mrs. Claire:        “People are talking, you know. About you.”

 

Griffin:               “What about me?”

 

Mrs. Claire:        “Well, actually, not about you...About you and Miss Petrov. Apparently, you went out together yesterday and...Somebody must have seen you.”

 

I was furious. That was none of their business. I can go out with whoever I want to. I couldn’t fucking care less. But at least she had the courage to tell me.

 

Griffin:               “Thank you Claire. This is none of your concern. People talk. That’s what they do.”

 

Mrs. Claire:        “I know Sir. I mean, I could never think for myself that you would actually have anything with a woman... with a woman like her.”

 

Griffin:              “Well that’s a really impolite thing to say. I didn’t think of you to be this superficial.”

 

Mrs. Claire:        “No, please, I didn’t mean anything wrong...”

 

Griffin:              “Please leave, Claire. I have work to do.” – I didn’t really want to open this discussion.

 

I thought of Mia. She must have had these comments all her life. From envious and unfulfilled women, from rejected man, from the ones who never had the chance to get close to her, from colleagues she was better from. This was actually sad. Why wouldn’t I be interested in a “woman like that”? Smart, brilliant, attractive. Then I thought that I should probably warn her. Just to watch her back. The last thing I wanted was to cause her more problems than she already had. It would be so unfair that all her success is attributed to the fact she was “going out with her boss”. I went to her office, and also to inform her that we will have another meeting this afternoon. But really, I wanted to see her.

 

There was a small crowd in front of her office. Everybody was murmuring, but when they saw me coming, they silenced in a second and walked away. In here office, there was a huge and expensive basket of flowers. A college boy couldn’t afford an elegant present like this. She looked me, visibly embarrassed. I was speechless.

 

Griffin: “If I came in a wrong time, I’ll come back later” – I remained cold.

 

Mia:     “No, no, please come in.” – She was still ashamed of this awkward situation.

 

Griffin: “Irene, could you give us a moment.” – I didn’t want her inquisitive nose around.

 

Irene: “Sure, Mr. Griffin” – She provoked. Sure she did. Like the last time she sat in my lap begging for it. Even then she couldn’t give me a hard on. She was so uninteresting and shallow, I didn’t want to waste a condom on her. And now she was jealous at Mia. Mia interrupted this awkward moment.

 

Mia:     “How can I be of your assistance?”

 

Griffin: “We have an executive meeting this afternoon, regarding this matter, and your presence is required Miss. Petrov”, and I couldn’t help but sting “If you are still a Miss?” – and I smiled. She blushed.

 

Mia:     “Still “a Miss” Petrov will be present at the meeting.”

 

Griffin: “Good. I expect you in my office at 2 p.m., and please, be there on time.”

 

Mia:     “No problem.”

 

Well, I must have expected that. Okay. Flowers. Somebody is trying. I bet I could win her. If I really put my effort. I mean, I am not going to. But I could, if I would. I would sweep her off her feet. Show the world to her. Shit, James, you better prepare for the meeting.

 

I let them all wait. Intentionally. Especially, since they aren’t used to wait. Anyway, they didn’t care. I prolonged their agony. She was there too, carefully monitoring my mimic. Okay Miss, let’s play the game. I ignored her presence in total, and remained focused on the subject. To my surprise, the meeting got pretty long. Too long. I was already annoyed. I held them ‘till almost 7 p.m., when I concluded we were done. I was walking down the stairs, when she stumbled upon me in a rush. All of her papers were flying around.

 

Mia:     “Oh, I’m so sorry, I’ll clean this mess up.” – She was still holding the damn flower basket.

 

Griffin: “No, wait. Let me help you with that” – Maybe I should offer her a ride. It was late, and I am pretty sure I made my point. Maybe even a quick drink on our way. “Do you need a ride home? Everyone seem to be out already, and it’s my fault you stayed that long”

 

Instead of a reply, there was a huge guitar noise coming out from a parked car. A fucking rock star is waiting for her in his BMW, and I guess it was clear with whom she will enjoy a ride. “I guess not….” I murmured unpleasantly.

 

Mia:     “Wait… I….” – I stopped her. I really didn’t want to hear it. It’s none of my business. And probably, yes, my ego was hurt.

 

Griffin: “Have a nice weekend.” – I quickly sat in my car and drove off.

 

I was a fucking idiot. I should have known better. Okay a boyfriend, but a fucking rock star?? How did they hook up? I mean, you don’t buy million roses for a woman you banged back stage. She must mean something for him. He is picking her up from work. Then again, who wouldn’t? Maybe he saw the woman she was before even I did. Maybe he was just first. But she is not immune to me. There is something between us. I know it. But if this is what she is looking for in a man, how could I cope with that? He is so rich, good looking...a celebrity for Christ sake. And I was thinking she was too young, and he is even older than me. He doesn't look like, though. But what could they possibly have in common? She is so young, and fragile. Great student. Hard working. I just couldn’t put the picture in my head.

Chapter Eight

Saturday morning. It was chilly outside and I went for my usual run in the park. I was trying to suppress the images of yesterday in my head. I mean, I never had an affair with a coworker, so it is out of the question anyway. Tonight I can’t escape this dinner with Fieldman and Federal Reserves representatives. It could actually be a good thing. UniGlobe wants us to invest in them, and Fieldman knows how they stand in the market. An insiders info is always welcome. They grew huge this year, and I’m still not sure in reason why they need our money so desperately. I’ll find out.

 

Already 2 p.m. She should have been here by now. I was checking the time on my watch, from time to time. I had a lunch appointment with Diane. Diane was walking through the restaurant, and gave me a soft kiss on the lips. All eyes were onto her, since she had a killer combination of attractiveness and elegance. I must say I enjoy it. Not just possessing Diane, but the fact that nobody else could. This is how it goes in the business world. They would even forgive you your success, but never for an attractive woman by your side. I loved it.

 

Diane:   “James.”

 

Griffin:  “You look good.”

 

Diane:   “Thank you! So, how was your week? We hardly see each other lately.”

 

Griffin:  “Actually good. We managed to make a breakthrough with this data security breach.”

 

Diane:   “That’s great! I know it