Chapter 12: "Want A Head Boss?"
Fred and Louisa look at each other, feeling flustered but Fred quickly regains his composure. "Yes Linda, just friends." He replies, giving Linda a look that suggests she should be on her way already. But Linda had other plans.
Ignoring the 'be on your way' look that Fred directed at her, Linda addresess Louisa. "Hi Louisa," she started, offering her right hand for a handshake. "I am a friend to Dr Fred as well. It's nice to meet you." She concluded with a smile.
"Same here, Linda. " Louisa replied, taking Linda's outstretched hand.
"Alright then, you wouldn't mind if I joined you two for a stroll, would you?" Linda asked, directing her question to Louisa, looking at her expectantly.
"Of course not Linda, you're welcome to join us. " Louisa replies whole heatedly, gesticulatingly waving Linda over.
"We were actually heading back to the building, Linda….." Fred cuts in trying to avoid Linda walking with them but Louisa stopped him.
"Common on Fred, don't be rude. Let's all go drink together." Louisa takes Linda's hand and they both started walking off, leaving Fred to trail behind them.
Fred opens his mouth to protest but the ladies were off already. He closes his mouth, throws his arms to his side in resignation and trotters after them.
He had wanted a quiet time with Louisa, looking at her beautiful flushed face while she drinks but this silly girl just had to foil his plans. What a boomer!
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After a series of back to back meetings with different executives and his company's R&D team, Kingsley finally got a deserved break around noon.
Hardy went to pick his lunch while he waited in his office, a cold bottle of water before him. He sits back in his chair, his eyes closed and head suspended over the top of the …..chair.
He feels tired and exhausted but not because he did a lot of work. Naturally, he is an energetic young man but his strength keeps failing him these days.
His nights are typically rough, barely getting enough sleep as his head is filled with events of the past while awake and scary dreams while asleep.
And worst still, the doctor had certified him medically fit. So what could be the problem?
Could Professor Wesley be right about him going through emotional distress? Does he really need a shrink?
Okay, seeing a shrink is a bad idea. It seems condescending but he really can't go on like this. No, he shouldn't. He needs help and the earlier he admits it, the better for him.
Opening his eyes and leaning forward, he picks up his phone and googles therapists and councellors office around him.
He sees a number of them and is about to contact and book a session when something flashes in his mind.
He remembers the young little boy he met during his visit to Kings County Hospital Centre. Being born with cardiomyopathy and having to do a transplant at that tender age is heart wrenching.
He knows because he had been there, but even he had a lot of time to mature before doing a transplant. The boy's case is particularly sad because he does not seem to have a choice than go through the painful procedure now in order to have a chance at life.
It's a good thing he has decided not to have biological children. He cannot bare to see a child of his go through what he had to endure as a child and what he is now seeing another innocent boy going through.
He wished to see the boy again. He remembered seeing himself in the boy, especially when he opened his shirt to show the Holter monitor battery placed there.
Liam? Yes, that's his name. Too bad, he didn't ask for his last name. But at least, he'd be able to recognize him if he sees the boy again.
Besides, he could use a stone to kill two birds at one go.
See and get Professor Wesley to recommend him a good therapist within the hospital. His confidentiality cannot be guaranteed with these online therapists he is staring at on his phone.
And he can also take the chance to seek out Liam too. It shouldn't be too difficult even if he does not know his last name.
Dropping his phone on the table, Kingsley considers his decisions and reassures himself that he is doing the right thing.
After a few minutes, Hardy knocks and enters, carrying his boss's lunch. He immediately begins to set it in front of him.
"Book me another appointment with Professor Wesley. I need to see him ASAP."
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After the end of the day's work, CEO Alan Craig stands at the edge of the top floor of Modu Tech, with a railing to his right, which runs along the glass walls.
He gazes out the floor to ceiling glass walls at workers and officials exiting the building on their way home.
He should be on his way home as well but he doesn't look forward to seeing his bossy wife, Marie at all.
That woman considers him as nothing more than a higher paid slave who is supposed to wipe her ass when necessary.
He knows that she has no love for him and the feeling is actually mutual. They are both in the marriage for the benefits it would fetch them.
She married him because her father wouldn't hand over his company to her unmarried.
He married her because he wants that very company to himself. All of it. He is ready to put up with Marie for as long as have to.
But right now, he has more pressing concerns. How does a man get a woman like Louisa in his bed?
He tuts, remembering his efforts so far in trying to have his way with her but she is one hard to get woman.
It's been five years, but his desire to pin her soft body beneath his,suck the living daylight out of her percky boobs had not reduced at all.
He had undressed her with his eyes the other night, when she publicly seduced him and why he saw in his mind eye was fascinating. He is determined to have her by all means.
He even had to get his father involved but so what?
"Want a head boss?" Cordelia appeared behind her boss, slowly and seductively rubbing his back. Tiptoeing a little, she nibbled at his ear, then kissed his neck.
Moving slowly to the front, she rubbed his chest, using a finger to make small circles, her expression soft, cute and naughty. Then she starts going down, down to his pants zipper.