The Protege - S01 E18

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The Protege - S01 E18

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 18

I took the seat next to her and the next several hours seemed to fly by. We talked about my role, my office and the process for getting set up with HR on Monday. The itinerary for the next four months looked nearly filled. My mind boggled at the sight of a trip to Paris in two weeks. I had hoped I would be part of it.

"Paris?" asked almost subconsciously.

"Yes, there is a series of fashion shows and it gives the opportunity to meet with several of the CEO's and CFO's of the major players in the industry. We've been working with several major designers about managing their global pension and retirement accounts. Not to mention plenty of good food and wine. Have you been there before?" she asked.

I wanted to say yes to sound travelled and sophisticated, but that was a firm no. "Unfortunately, not," I said with a hopeful tone.

"You're gonna love it, although there won't be much sightseeing. It will be a busy week, but maybe we can head over a day early and have some down time."

I tried not to sound too excited, "That would be great, how much do you manage in investments from the fashion and apparel world?"

"We manage just over 10.2 billion dollars in that segment, not counting the retailers," she answered with remarkable speed.

I imagined all the business segments they were in, and it was Impressive that she had that number in her head. We talked for hours on investment strategies, marketing efforts and client development. She never once for the remainder of the weekend mentioned anything about Friday night's events.

We completely forgot about eating until almost 10:30 PM. I pulled together a wine, cheese and fruit buffet from the three-door commercial refrigerator in her kitchen and we continued talking until around midnight. Other than the occasional distraction of a whiff of her perfume and the image of the pink diamond popping into my head, I was in complete control of myself.

The next day, during the morning run, the damage I did to myself with my chronic masturbation made its presence known. The pain kept my mind from drifting. It's hard to get aroused when your Hoo

Hoo is on fire. I did manage to win the race again, but at much personal discomfort.

By the time we got to the weight room, I just wanted to soak in a warm tub and not move. She again showed me; I had a long way to go before I could hold my own in there.

We were back in New York by 3:00PM and she told me to be in by 7:00AM the next morning. I had texted Ghalib when we left The Hamptons, and again when we were landing. He was there to receive me at the helipad.

"Greetings Ms. Carmichael," he said, taking my bags at the chopper and carrying them to the car. He spoke loud enough for Cynthia to hear and I gave him a subtle nod of approval.

"Hello Ghalib, I'll be going home, but I will need you bright and early tomorrow, will that be doable?" I asked in my best professional tone.

"Certainly, I am at your service Ms. Carmichael," he said, opening the door.

I waved to Cynthia as she climbed in her limo, cell phone to her ear.

Ghalib climbed in and closed the door. 'Did it go well?" he asked with a smile.

The look of concern on my face was obvious. "I think so. But may have allowed the setting to get the better of me. She was very пісе, believe it or not, and a gracious host. I'm afraid I may have come across as too comfortable around her."

"I'm sure you did fine Alecia. You are too smart and savvy, and I saw the way she looked at you when she said goodbye. She was happy and contented. She knows she made a good choice." he looked at me through the rearview mirror.

He flirted with me on the ride home. If Aunt Scarlet weren't in town and I hadn't abused myself, I would have seriously had my way with him. It surely would help drive the snapshot of her nude pleasure diamond from my head. Instead, I did not acknowledge his attempts and gave him a professional good night.

The fair was $22 but I gave him $130. "Thanks again for Friday. I completely forgot to pay you."

"This, is too..

*5:30 tomorrow morning. Thanks again, you're a lifesaver." I smiled and closed the door.

He jumped out and pulled my bags out of the trunk.

"Let me h..."

"I got it thanks, picked them up and entered the building without looking back.

I felt bad about giving him the cold shoulder, but my mind was elsewhere. Back in the new apartment, I called mom and dad, and planned out my attire for the next day. I gave them a brief review of events and cut them off when the questions continued.

"Oh my, that's amazing. Tell me what she's like. I want to hear every detail," said Mom excitedly.

"Sorry mom, I gotta go and get ready for my first day. I'll try to call tomorrow, love you," I said, hanging up.

After much thought, I decided to wear a smart grey skirt suit with a powder blue blouse and navy high heels. I unpacked a few things, then reviewed the calendar and notes I recorded. Then I organized my apartment and readjusted the contents of cabinets and drawers to modify what the movers had done. I was generally impressed with how they had things arranged but needed to get a few items in the order I was used too. I did see some areas where I preferred the way they arranged things.

'I guess I'm not too set in my ways," said to no one.

I sat in my kitchen looking out the window. It suddenly hit home, I'm living in my own Manhattan apartment working for Cynthia Freakin' Liebert! When I went to bed, I feared excitement might prevent me from falling asleep, but the calm of my own place with no one else around did the trick. It probably didn't hurt that I came six times this weekend. I fell fast asleep quickly and the alarm woke me from a deep sleep.

I didn't exercise Monday morning since it was my first day and I wanted to be ready for anything. In the cab ride to work, it occurred to me that Cynthia probably worked out this morning. She wouldn't let the first day on a new job stop her...I promised myself, tomorrow for sure. The image of her ass in those yoga pants came to mind. The sweat soaking through...