The Love Of Money - Episode 31 - Storie by Shary Epic Reads

The Love Of Money - Episode 31
26-07-25 (13:42)

"Yes sir," Helen said as she turned and headed toward the office. I followed, glancing over my shoulder at the three stunning women on the couch. As soon as I entered the office and shut the door, Helen pressed me against the door and leaned in for a slow, lingering kiss that lasted for a good minute. Her well- manicured fingers massaged my pectorals as our tongues dueled. When she parted she gave a little hum and smiled up at me, "Did I do well, Marcus?" "Huh?" I thought she'd meant the kiss for a moment, then it clicked that she was referring to the candidates. "Oh the girls? Jesus Helen. Where did you find them?" "Women," she corrected me, then gave me another searing kiss to take the sting out of the correction. "I have a cultivated list of candidates for in-house as well as for clients. The younger one is actually one of Ashlee's friends from college." I let my hands wander down her back and to her ass, palming and massaging her firm cheeks. "You know, I was actually prepared to ask you what you thought about making Bobbi an assistant." Helen shook her head before I'd even finished my sentence, "That's a horrible idea, Marcus. You want someone you can trust to have your best interest in mind, I only met Bobbi briefly, but I can already tell she's lazy, entitled, and doesn't have a fraction of the brilliance that those three have." Helen had just confirmed my suspicions, so I wasn't exactly broken up about it. God only knew what kind of things Bobbi would do if she had access to my personal information, or my coffee and food. Helen continued, "I've already interviewed and vetted all three of them. I originally had seven possible candidates, but narrowed it down last night. I promise, Marcus... the one you want is sitting on that couch right now." "I believe you," I said as I glanced in their general direction as if I could see them through the wall. "Can I have them all?" She laughed and stepped back from me, "If you'd like, but I suggest maybe one assistant for now. I'm sure opportunities will arise for others as time goes on. And I'm positive any of them would be willing for a non- professional encounter if you wished. As I said, I've vetted them thoroughly." There was a LOT of implication there, but she moved on before I could ask for details. "Please remember Marcus... despite their obvious charms, these women aren't like your little plaything from last night. These women are all well-credentialed with high IQs. They're competent women are all well-credentialed with high IQs. They're competent assets to be valued. Not something for you to simply enjoy for a little while and then move on." "Wait. Are you talking about a relationship?" "Kind of. I'm not talking about love or anything like that. I've already made my thoughts on that clear. What I'm talking about is a relationship of mutual goals. One that is professional where' needed and extra-professional where' appropriate. Like you and I have. You could treat them badly, and I could always find more, but I think you would be stabbing yourself in the foot if you operated that way. Respect these women and you will develop quite possibly one of the most valuable relationships you will ever experience." Two things shocked me. One was how a woman who had clearly gotten off on the way I'd treated Bobbi was now telling me that I should treat my assistant with respect. Not that I had any intention of handling one of Helen's candidates like I had Bobbi, but her recommendation felt irreconcilable with what I'd seen yesterday. The other thing was how she referred to them as assets. That one should have shocked me less, but it was just so different from the way I thought of people. Those women had lives, family, hopes, and dreams. I would have never considered using the word 'asset' to describe any of them. Clearly Helen wasn't used to thinking of Individuals the same way I did. It made me wonder if that's how she saw me - as nothing more than an asset. It made me wonder yet again just how much I could actually trust her. 'Bobbi also has a life... and hopes and dreams, I thought to myself. "Of course," I said as I rounded the office desk, taking note of the three resumes laying on its surface. "You don't have to worry about that, Helen." "Don't be so sure. Power corrupts, Marcus. It's not just a cute Lord Acton quote. I've seen it first hand." She turned, walked to the door, and placed her hand on the knob, "Don't get me wrong... I'm not opposed to a little corruption. Just be smart about it." I nodded as I sat down in the chair, "I promise. I'll be smart. Especially with you helping me." She looked over her shoulder and studied me for a long moment as if weighing my answer. "Good," she said, then opened the door. "Helen," I said. She paused and looked back at me. "I can trust you, right?" The smile she threw at me seemed so sincere and full of warmth. "Your check cleared, Marcus. Of course you can." And then she slipped out the door and closed it behind her, leaving me to wonder exactly what i meant. To Be Continued..
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