I STORM INTO THE office. I've been waiting on this guy for an hour. Irately I fling the door open.
"What kind of businessman are you?"
I look up and find a woman. A woman with a toddler.
"Are you in the right the place?" I ask curiously. Green eyes bore into me, obviously unimpressed.
"Sit, Mr. Kane. If you want to fume, get a therapist."
I double back, thoroughly offended.
"Excuse me? You're late!"
"Am I?" Is her smug reply. Her gaze defiantly locked to mine, she calls the man in from the lobby. He appears faithfully, unruly black curls, glasses perched at the end of his nose, iPad in hand.
"Leon, what time was the meeting with Mr. Kane set for?"
"Eight o'clock, Ms. Killian."
"And when did he come in?"
"Seven o'clock, Ms. Killian."
She nods gratefully. "Thank you Leon. Hold my calls for an hour."
"Yes, Ms. Killian."
The tall Harry Potter look alike bows out of the room, leaving me baffled. He refers to her as Ms. Killian; I assumed she was Mrs. Killian if anything.
The young woman stands, pushing back from her desk, revealing her figure. Her heels click down the marble floors, her long legs on display. I'm presented her back, her gaze now directed to the window.
"You are a businessman, right Mr. Kane?"
"Yes. One of the best."
"I don't see how," My mouth drops open. Did she just?
Ignoring the glare I burn into her back, she continues her offensive rant matter-of-factly.
"If you were a businessman, you'd understand that time is money. You wasted an hour of your time, fuming like a child because you felt that you are entitled to have everyone at your beck and call—"
"Now wait a minute—'
"I make twenty grand every twenty minutes, Mr. Kane. That's a thousand dollars a minute."
She turns to me, letting her cold condescending eyes rest on me. "So why the hell do you think that I'm going to come running as soon as you call?"
I glare at her, hoping her red hair will spontaneously bust into flames. She takes no notice of my ire, instead kissing the sleeping girls head. Such a contrast to her words, the soft kiss she gives the child.
The lull in the conversation gives me the opportunity to really examine her.
Bright red strands tumble down her back, a mess of curls settling on her mid waist. Piercing green eyes, intense, glinting like emeralds frozen over.
Reluctantly, I acknowledge her indisputable beauty. Ms. Killian is beautiful woman, crazy and offensive as she may be.
She returns to her desk, settling the child in her arms comfortably before regarding me coldly and, quite disdainfully.
"This conversation has wasted forty thousand dollars. Now, I don't appreciate when people fuck with my money, Mr. Kane."
Her cursing shouldn't be arousing me, but it is. I normally ‘date’ society girls; basically quiet, straight-laced, surgically enhanced women who are content with money and jewelry. They're groomed trophy wives. Society girls definitely don't curse.
"You have twenty minutes. Sell me, or leave, Mr. Kane."
I nod curtly.
I've been doing this since I was seven, when I came up to my father and asked if I could go on a field trip. He said sell me or stay home, Maximus. Now I'm a CEO.
This woman is...whatever she is, but I don't get intimidated by sexy women with foul mouths, and red hair, and a business mind, oh no!
"I want to partner with Killian Corp to start a new project. I need your company's brains.
This company is leading in everything technological. My company would like your products as fixtures in our buildings."
"What do I gain?"
"An even higher status than you have now. More endorsements and more money from the common people, which would boost your profits exponentially."
"What products are you requesting?"
She rocks her baby slowly, swaying, which is distracting, but I manage.
"Personal assistant robots. We want them in our hotels. The customer will pay for an hour of the assistant's time and those proceeds go directly to you."
She nods, indicating her attention hasn't shifted, stroking her daughter's hair. See, this is why I hate children, they're time consuming, distracting, disgusting little beasts.
As if she can hear my insulting thoughts toward her age group, said kid wakes up.
Fumbling around, she sits up in her mother's lap, placing her elbows on the table and fingers to her lips like her mother.
Biting back a chuckle at her adorable serious face, I focus on the task at hand.
"What do you think, Penny?" Red asks mini-Red.
"Your business consultant is your toddler?" I ask flatly.
Red grins, making my head spin. We must be too high up.
"Yes. That's how I became number one."
"Fired!" Mini-Red exclaims happily, content with her conclusion.
My eyes widen. Her toddler can fire people?!
Red shakes her head regretfully.
"Unfortunately darling, he's not one of the people we can fire. He doesn't work for me,"
She sets those green eyes on me with a smirk. "Yet."
Mini-Red shrugs, all out of ideas it seems.
"Well, mommy. I don't know. I owly know how 'ta fire."
Red laughs, kissing her daughter. "Go to sleep my little Pyromaniac."
The jovial twinkle in her eyes die as she glances back at me firmly, coolly.
"Send me a draft of the contract and requirements, the full business plan as well as plan of action."
"O-"
"If it is not encrypted, consider the deal completely off. Speaking of which, "
She presses her intercom. A now familiar British accent chinned through the device.
"Yes, Ms. Killian?"
"Send Kelly from Finance into my office please."
"Right away, Miss."
The door opens and a blond woman enters.
"Kelly, come in."
She does so, a bit hesitantly. Looking at the child in her Boss's arms in relief.
"Kelly, this is Mr. Kane."
Kelly seems as startled as I am. I am not interested in knowing who Kelly from Finance is. As if she can hear my disgruntled thoughts, she responds.
"That information will be relevant very soon. Kelly you're excellent at your job,"
The blond woman grins. "However, you cannot follow instructions.” Her smile dies. “You sent confidential company files via email, unprotected."
"Yea but-"
Ms. Killian glares at her severely.
"I am not your mother, Kelly from Finance. I am your boss. There is no yea buts."
The disdain for that phrase is palpable. I nearly choked; that's how venomously she spat those words. There's nothing worse than calmly administered venom.
"I explicitly ordered you send the document encrypted. You failed to complete a rather simple instruction."
Kelly, who formerly was orange from her fake tan, turns several shades of white. I have never seen someone break a tan. You learn something new everyday...
"What is my motto, Kelly?"
"Time is money and moving."
"Exactly. I don't have time for incompetence. I have a toddler, I don't employ them. That being said, you're fired."
Penny rides from the dead, her green eyes darting about eagerly. That must be her favorite word.
"Perhaps you can work with Mr. Kane. Hence the introduction."
Blondie shoots a desperate look my way.
Sorry Kelly from Finance but if you think I'm gonna hire you with her in room you're as stupid as your tits are plastic.
"However, for now you will be escorted off the premises. Your things will be shipped to the address on your HR papers.
Shall anything be missing or broken, file a complaint and you'll be reimbursed."
Damn, she's heartless.
I'm uncomfortably hard, and this ordeal has not helped. Neither did the rest of this visit.
At this point, Blondie, now grasping for straws, vainly attempts to save her dignity and pride knowing she can't save her job.
"You'll need me!" I couldn't even focus on my painful erection at that dumb statement. I have the urge to scream: Are you stupid bitch?!
Ms. Killian just chuckles lowly. She stands, sitting the child in her chair, walking to Kelly from Finance.
As I mentally implore Blondie to run, I get a nice view of her perfect ass, long shapely legs, God.
Thank you. Just...thank you.
"I'm going to let you in a secret." She leans forward and whispers.
"I never needed you. You were simply more convenient than doing it myself. Goodbye, Kelly."
Security drags her out.
Soulless. Heartless. So damn sexy.
She goes back to her desk, her hips swaying, baby sleeping. She intercoms her assistant once more.
"Leon, take ten thousand out of her severance pay, and put her on the black list."
"Yes, Ms. Killian."
She looks up at me, her elbows on her desk.
"Who are you, if I may ask?"
She smiles. "Since you are illiterate, you may ask. I am Miss Killian. Founder and CEO of Killian Corp."
My mouth drops in surprise.
"Founder?"
"That's right Mr. Kane. I built this company from the ground up."
She smirks. "And I was pregnant for most of it."
She stands, buttoning her blazer, making me notice her ample chest.
I stand as well, knowing this is the end of our meeting. The direct chill in her voice as she walks me out sends prickles down my spine.
"I don't need your money. I don't need your business. I don't need half my employees."
She opens the door to her office.
"I don't stand back and watch people run my business, Mr. Kane. I'm the CEO. The only thing I truly need is me. Everyone else is merely convenient."
"Good day. Don't forget to encrypt that email. You have two weeks to contact me before I consider this deal null and void."
"Thank you, Ms. Killian." I offer my hand, and wince at her unexpected grip.
"You're most welcome, Mr. Kane."
She shuts her office door, leaving me to find my own way out. The atmosphere is...incredible.
Her employees work well together from what I can see. It's a relaxed feel but everyone is working hard. Efficiently.
Having met her, in a word, that's what she is.
She fired a useless employee, while conducting a meeting, while holding her child.
That meeting wasn't just efficient, though. She used all of these factors to subtly stress to me my insignificance, making it seem like a privilege to give her my money.
And damn if didn't work.
I smirk. Killian Corp will most likely take over the world. Because that woman in there, is an evil super genius. An evil Super sexy genius, who uses mental warfare over anything.
I walk out of the door to headquarters.
I get in my car, and start heading back to my own office, and it's only then did it hit me. An hour in that office with her, I never caught her name. Or rather, she never threw it, and I didn't notice.
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