Mr. Nelson sits at his desk, his gaze fixed on the note handed to him by the receptionist earlier. He had been informed that someone had stopped by looking for him, but they were turned away due to company policy. As he reads the message scrawled on the paper, a sense of intrigue washes over him.
"Please, can I buy you a drink this evening? I have something important to discuss with you. Let's meet at the Steep Hotel if that is okay... Felicia."
Despite his initial resolve to avoid entanglements with Felicia due to Mr. Northman's influence, the urgency of her request tugs at Nelson's conscience. She must be feeling the weight of the scandal against her, he reasons, and perhaps he owes her at least the courtesy of hearing her out.
With a thoughtful nod, Nelson tucks the note into his desk drawer, making a mental note to consider Felicia's proposition carefully. For now, he returns his focus to the tasks at hand, determined to tackle his business obligations for the day before making any decisions regarding Felicia's request.
As the day progresses, Mr. Nelson finds himself preoccupied with his usual business affairs, the note from Felicia lingering in the back of his mind like a persistent whisper. Despite his best efforts to concentrate, he can't shake the feeling of curiosity gnawing at him.
As the clock ticks closer to evening, Nelson's thoughts drift back to Felicia's invitation. He knows he should remain cautious, especially considering the delicate nature of his relationship with Mr. Northman. Yet, there's an undeniable pull to see what Felicia has to say.
With a sigh, Nelson decides to take a calculated risk. He retrieves the note from his desk drawer and scans it once more, weighing the potential consequences of meeting with Felicia against the possibility of gaining valuable insight into the situation.
Finally, he reaches a decision. Resolved to handle the situation with caution, Nelson retrieves his coat and heads out of the office, making his way to Steep Hotel to meet with Felicia.
As he enters the hotel lobby, Nelson's pulse quickens with anticipation. He knows that whatever Felicia has to say could have far-reaching implications, but he's determined to face the truth head-on, no matter where it leads. With a steady resolve, he approaches their agreed-upon meeting spot, ready to confront whatever challenges may lie ahead.
Upon arriving at Steep Hotel, Mr. Nelson scans the bustling lobby, searching for any sign of Felicia. Spotting her sitting at the bar, he makes his way over, his heart pounding with a mix of apprehension and curiosity.
"Hello, Felicia," he greets her with a polite nod as he takes a seat opposite her.
"Thank you for meeting me, Mr. Nelson," Felicia replies, her voice tinged with a hint of urgency. "I appreciate you taking the time to hear me out."
Nelson nods, his expression serious as he waits for her to continue. He can sense the gravity of the situation hanging in the air, and he braces himself for whatever revelation Felicia is about to share.
"I know you've been hesitant to get involved, considering my relationship with Mr. Northman," Felicia begins, her words measured yet filled with determination. "But I believe there's more to this situation than meets the eye, and I need your help to uncover the truth about Ms. Sandra" Felicia continues, "Please allow me to buy you a drink if you don't mind"
"I don't"Nelson accepts.
Nelson listens intently as Felicia lays out her situation, how she has never met Ms. Sandra before except for the day she created a scene in front of Ms. Northman Media Company.
As their conversation unfolds, Nelson realizes that Felicia's plight is not just about clearing her name – it's about her suspicion against Ms. Northman, her involvement with ms. Sandra and how to uncover the truth. As Nelson listens, he sips his vodka . He knows his head is not strong enough to consume one full glass of drink but the meeting with Felicia was getting long and he was already getting drunk.
Moved by Felicia's impassioned plea, the drunken Nelson makes a silent vow to stand by her side, to lend her his support in her quest for truth and redemption. For he knows that sometimes, the greatest battles are fought not with swords and shields, but with courage and conviction. And in Felicia, he sees a kindred spirit – a fellow warrior in the fight against oppression. He grasped Felicia's hands tightly, his words slurring slightly as he assured her of his unwavering support. But deep down, Felicia couldn't ignore the telltale signs of Nelson's inebriation. She knew all too well that his assurances, spoken in his drunken state, held little weight.
Yet, strangely, Felicia found herself unfazed by Nelson's condition. In fact, it only served to confirm that her plan was proceeding exactly as she had intended. With a calm resolve, she discreetly settled the bill for Nelson's drinks and guided him gently past the hotel reception.
As they made their way to the room she had reserved earlier, Felicia's mind raced with anticipation. She knew that the next steps of her plan were about to unfold, and she was prepared to see them through to the end. With Nelson safely in her care, she entered the room, ready to set her carefully crafted scheme into motion.
With Nelson safely laid out on the bed, Felicia wasted no time in executing the next phase of her plan. Methodically, she began to undress him, her movements deliberate and precise. As each piece of clothing fell away, she couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation coursing through her veins.
Once Nelson was stripped bare, Felicia turned her attention to herself, shedding her own clothing until she stood naked before him. With a determined stride, she approached the table positioned directly across from the bed, where her camera awaited. Without hesitation, she activated the recording device, ensuring that every moment of their encounter would be captured for her purposes.
Moving back to the bed, Felicia positioned herself above Nelson, her hands trailing teasingly along his skin as she sought out his most intimate areas. With practiced skill, she began to stimulate him, her touch eliciting a response that she had anticipated with a mixture of satisfaction and desire.
As Nelson's arousal reached its peak, he stirred, his movements clumsy and uncoordinated in his drunken state. With surprising strength, he flipped Felicia onto her back, positioning himself above her as he entered her with a fervor born of his intoxicated haze.
For the next twenty minutes, Nelson thrust with a frenzied passion, lost in the throes of his inebriated lust. Felicia matched his movements with equal intensity, her own desires driving her forward as they moved together in a dance of pleasure and abandon.
Finally, with a subdued cry, Nelson reached his climax, collapsing onto the bed in a state of blissful exhaustion. Felicia, her own needs satisfied, rose from the bed and made her way to the bathroom, the sound of running water echoing in the quiet room.
Emerging moments later, she returned to Nelson's side, a wet towel in hand. With gentle care, she cleaned him, her movements tender and compassionate despite the cold calculation behind her actions. And as she tended to him in his vulnerable state, Felicia couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction wash over her, knowing that her plan had unfolded exactly as she had intended. She proceeded towards her camera and saved the recording. She immediately wears her clothes, gathers up every trace of her presence in the room, Felicia moved with silent efficiency, leaving no hint behind of her calculated rendezvous with Nelson. With each item carefully stowed away, she cast a final glance at the slumbering figure on the bed, his naked form a stark reminder of the power she held over him.
With a final glance at Nelson, who lay sound asleep and unaware of her departure, Felicia quietly slipped out of the room, closing the door behind her with a soft click. As she made her way down the hallway, her mind raced with thoughts of the future and the next steps of her plan. And though the night had been fraught with risk and uncertainty, Felicia couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction knowing that she had executed her scheme flawlessly.