Boss lady-1

“I don’t know, Tim. I mean, we have talked, haven’t we? You know how I feel about it. Bob Demerest wants a better return, and your so-called diversification strategy is getting him a case of financial anemia.”

“Rubbish! He’s getting a solid nine percent over time. He’s happy. And, frankly, I’m not concerned about whether you are.”

“Now, now, Tim. Reality can be unpleasant, but you need to face it. I’m running the account now. And though you may not care about my happiness, just so you know, I’m really quite pleased at this turn of events.”

Jenna walked past me to the window, her hips moving carelessly under her tight skirt.

I hated her guts, but I also loved watching her move. Leaning against the window frame, she surveyed the street below.

I swiveled my chair to face her.

“You fucking whore.” I seethed, my voice trembling with rage and impotence.

“Oh, I’m a whore. Is that it? I have some innovative ideas, ideas that Clark likes, I should add, and suddenly I’m a whore? Get real. This game is called hardball, my dear.”