Cole
My corner office is perched on the 29th floor with spectacular views of downtown. I'm surrounded by luxury and high class constantly. I am one of the youngest billionaires in New York. I took over the company from my father a couple years back and it's said that I have more than tripled our net worth in that time. But with that level of accomplishments comes the trophy wife wannabe's that house more fake parts that the street vendor selling "Louis Vuitton" purses on the corner. They are the leeches of the upper class.
I twirl around in my plush chair to gaze at my view of downtown in an attempt to clear my mind. I haven't been able to focus lately. My whole game is derailed. I've been frustrated and horny since the whole fiasco with Courtney. While I'm hell bent on forgetting her, my stupid ass my body is constantly derailing my brain and the need to finish up this project.
I'm swearing off women.
Courtney was a girl my parents wanted as their daughter in law. We looked like the perfect match on paper, and she was cool in the beginning, but she had some serious daddy issues. That coupled with the fact that I'm pretty sure she liked my money more than me…that really drove the nail in the coffin. But a man has needs, so I endured until I didn't anymore.
Man, I need to get laid.
As the CEO of Hart Enterprises, it's my job to pitch the projects and close deals. Mostly, the marketing department prepares everything for me beforehand. Occasionally, I like to dabble in the other departments which is what landed me in the middle of this project. I have a ton of pressure from my dad and the board of directors to pitch this deal and secure the contract at all costs. This is a huge deal that I need to execute perfectly with Vanderpool Holdings.
I took this project on personally to ensure everything is well prepared before I present it. A project of this size can secure millions of dollars for my firm. While I'm far from short on money, it never hurts to pad those accounts. And keep those board members happy.
I'm pulled from my thoughts when Andrew waltzes in my office with a smirk on his face that screams "it's about to go down".
I can't help but roll my eyes.
"That look has never led to anything good" I joke. Andrew's lips go from shit eating grin to rofl in about 0.1 seconds. "Dude! We need to go out tonight!" Andrew retorts.
"It's been almost a year since the deal with Courtney and you need to blow off some steam" he says while winking. "And besides, I've already secured the VIP lounge at Club Liquid for tonight".
Andrew is my best friend and the VP over the marketing department. While his intentions are good, he is a little extra sometimes. For example, he threw our friend Javier a bachelor party on a private island with full accommodations for all guests. And by full accommodations I mean more strippers, booze and about everything else that Vegas could offer you.
"Andrew, why don't you just focus on filling that spot in the marketing department so I can have some help with this project" I grumble.
"Dude, I have someone coming for an interview today at 1" he growls. "One of the marketing directors has a referral. Some girl that graduated top of her class but had to relocate here. So, she is looking for a new job".
Great, another spoiled brat who thinks they know it all.
"Have her file sent over after she is interviewed" I state. "The candidate needs to be highly efficient if I want to close this deal quickly"
Andrew just laughs at me and says "you're always all work and no play" as he slides onto my couch. "Her contacts and resume are impressive. I've looked over the file. Her background is humble but since graduation she has secured an impressive network of connections".
I smirk at Andrew and can't help but hurl the next jab at him. "Maybe this one will actually be capable of doing some work around here".
On that note, Andrew turns to walk out but not before flying me the bird over his shoulder.
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I finished most of what I can do for today. I recline back in my chair and exhale loudly. I don't really want to go out. I would prefer to go home, and order take out while I veg on the couch. This week has been exhausting and going out tonight is not high on my list of things to do but Andrew is right. Don't tell him that but I really do need to blow off some steam.
And the half-naked chicks never hurt. Plus, I could really use a Flaming Lamborghini or two about now.