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For years Clay Phillips has been working nights and weekends to get his start-up off the ground, but when long overdue success begins to turn heads, it attracts the attentions of heavy hitters that Clay is not prepared to contend with. Such a one is Jackson Rivers, handsome CEO of the Rosemont Group, who has come to meet with Clay personally about the prospect of a buyout. What begins as a bit of simple maneuver and professional strong-arming soon becomes much more as Jackson turns to more elaborate means of bringing Clay around to his point of view.
Chris has never been outgoing around his coworkers, but it isn’t until a new boss arrives to run the branch that he begins to regret his isolation in the work place. For weeks he silently hungers for Mr. Reese’s attention, until he is called in for a performance review. Once the two are alone together, it isn’t long before all sorts of things are coming out into the open. Not least among these revelations: Philip Reese has been painfully aware of Chris’s desire for his attention, and he intends to punish him for the inappropriate means he has employed to distract him from his professional duties.
He was standing over me, now, and I had shrunk back into the chair, feeling very small and physically intimidated.
”I can make you regret your stubbornness in any number of ways. I can underbid every contract you receive, headhunt every name you hire, and grind your company into the dirt until every last investor you have is serving you papers. Is that what you want?”
”Stand up,” he repeated. ”You call yourself the owner of this company. You can’t even stand and look me in the eye islandian pretty girls very sexy in your own office? You have to cower in your chair?”
No sooner was I standing than he had put his hand to the small of my back, pushing me over and pinning me down upon my desk.
”I’m going to do something much less permanent than all of that,” he said. There was not so much as a single note of strain in his voice as he held me completely helpless against the smooth oak of my desk. ”Because I’m beginning to like you, because in a certain way I can admire stubbornness, I’m going to teach you very simply and here, in private, just how out of your depth you are.”
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