Sitting in the comfortable armchair behind the huge mahogany desk in the office that just two months ago was his father's, Ethan Frank the new CEO and billionaire heir of the multinational cosmetics company of late Sir Fredrick Frank was busy purring through reports from the various departments and units in the company.
Just two months ago he was far away in Las Vegas living his playboy life and enjoying himself to the fullest. Every night he had top models and some of the most beautiful women most men could only dream of sleeping with, lobbying to be by his side as he shut down bars, strip clubs and casinos. Then tragedy struck. His father, who had never denied him anything money could buy, passed on from a sudden heart attack. He had died almost immediately.
Now here he is at the helm of affairs of Beau Fred cosmetics company since he is the only child and heir of his father. He knew most people expected him to fail, and he was determined to prove them wrong. Thank goodness he had taken out time out of his busy panties-chasing schedule to complete his masters in business administration from Harvard university.
"You've got to see this boss" said Lucy Williams as she eased herself into the office, jolting Ethan out of his work. Lucy is a beautiful, well dressed blonde with blue eyes and an enchanting voice and Ethan was already sleeping with her on a regular basis-when he wasn't busy.
"What is it?" Ethan asked. "The report for the external audit of accounts you ordered four weeks ago just came," said Lucy excitedly. "And?" "Well, it looks like someone had been cooking the books over there in accounting," Lucy said. "And going by this report that someone is Mrs Sarah Dean the head of accounting. Obviously she has been doing this for some time now".
Ethan reached out his hand and collected the report from Lucy as she made herself comfortable in one of the chairs opposite Ethan, crossing her long legs and revealing those thighs that Ethan can't seem to get enough of. His eyes lingered on her body for a moment, lust written all over his face and then he focused on the report.
Flipping through the reports quickly but meticulously, it became clear to Ethan that Lucy was right. Mrs Dean has actually been cooking the books. Nothing serious though but still she had taken what belonged to the company, and Ethan was determined to collect. "Tell her I want to see her immediately," Ethan said. "Right away" Lucy replied as she rose from the leather chair, and made her way to the door swaying her waist from side to side in the most seductive way she could, knowing that Ethan would definitely be staring at her. She was right. His eyes stayed glued to her backside as she made her way out of his office. He made a mental note to bend her over before leaving the office today.
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"The boss wants to see you," Lucy said as she waltzed into Sarah's office . Sarah who was working on her computer looked up quizzically at Lucy. She detested the lady, but was forced to tolerate her since she is her boss's personal assistant. She somehow sensed that the feeling was mutual. She knew Ethan was sleeping with Lucy and possibly some other female members of staff. Truth be told she wouldn't mind spreading out her legs for the dashing young man too if she wasn't married.
"Mr Frank?" Sarah asked. "You have another boss in this company?" Lucy replied condescendingly. "Why does Mr Frank want to see me?" "I'm afraid you'll have to find that out for yourself" Lucy said as she made her way out of Sarah's tiny office.
Something in what Lucy said got Sarah a bit worried, especially the way she stressed the word 'afraid' before leaving her office. All the same, Sarah was also excited for the opportunity to be in the same office close and alone with Ethan Frank. Sure she is older than him, but who could resist such a dashing young man. And besides, don't they say age is just a number?.
Before she stepped out of her office to go meet her boss, Sarah took a moment to admire herself in the standing mirror in her office. At thirty-five, she still looked beautiful and full of life. She straightened the knee-high black skirt that clung tight to her body, revealing her sharp curves and thick thighs. She also unbuttoned one of the buttons of the white shirt to offer a slight peep at her large bosoms. She put on her business suit that moments ago had been lying on one of the chairs opposite her desk and stepped out.
"Sit down Mrs Dean." Ethan said as she stepped into his office without raising his head from the documents in his hands. "Thank you Sir" she said as she approached the large desk and sat down opposite Ethan. Ethan continued to peer through the papers in his hands for a few more minutes before dropping them on his table and then raising his head to face her.
He was almost gobsmacked when he saw her. He wasn't expecting her to be this beautiful. She was obviously older than him, but then, nothing has ever deterred Ethan from going after any woman that catches his fancy, least of all age. His eyes drifted playfully from her well combed rich black hair that came down to her shoulders, to her bosoms that seemed to be threatening to break out of her bra and the tight white shirt she was wearing. He let himself enjoy the view for a minute, imagining some of the breathtaking things he could do with her sexy body before coming back to reality.
Picking up the report before him, he said "Mrs Dean, I believe you owe me money" "I I don't understand Sir" caught unawares she stammered.
Tossing the report towards Sarah, Ethan sat back in his intimidatingly huge office chair and locked eyes with Sarah. "You have been siphoning money from this company into your own accounts, and you have been cooking the books to cover your tracks." Ethan said. He paused for a moment for effect and then continued. "You have so far done a good job at it, until I took over two months ago. Unfortunately for you I have a head for numbers and yours just didn't seem right to me. So I had an auditing firm audit your records. Just got the report today, and judging by that report I believe you owe this company well over two hundred thousand dollars. So are you going to own up to what you have done and pay up or do I have to call the cops and haul your ass to jail?"
Sarah was taken aback by the revelation and didn't know what to do so she played the card most women play when they find themselves in situations like this. She began to cry and beg for mercy. "Mr Frank, please don't call the cops on me. I'm so sorry Sir. I didn't have a choice, I had to do it to save my daughter's life. She was really sick and needed surgery but we didn't have insurance. I'm so sorry Sir. My… My husband is a drunk and can't hold down a job for long. I am the breadwinner of my family Sir, please don't sack me."
Sarah was telling the truth, but only a portion of it. True she had siphoned some money from the company's accounts to take care of her daughter's medical bills, which were quite huge at the time, but when she saw how easy it was for her to do and cover her tracks, she just continued. First it was to pay for a vacation to Jamaica with Amy, her daughter, then she did it for a change of wardrobe, and from then on it was more for fun than to meet any need. She never took large sums at a time. But even light sums add up, and here she was indebted to the tune of two hundred and fifty dollars.
Ethan sat still in his chair as he listened to Sarah's confession and pleas, his eyes uncontrollably resting on her bosoms that were shaking and rocking up and down as she sobbed. He suspected Sarah was acting, and was not necessarily telling the truth and he wasn't about to let her off the hook with just a slap on the wrist. Sure the money didn't mean much to him, but still he couldn't let people steal him out of his inheritance.
Then an idea came to his mind that made him smile.