Part I Jenna Morrison went into Messier International with high hopes of getting the job as an executive assistant. She had just gotten out of high school and planned to have a year off before going away to college and during that year she needed cash. Jenna walked into the waiting room and told the secretary who she was and that she was there for an inter...
Chapter Five - Homecoming "Natalie Styles," the woman replied. "I'm Natalie Styles, ex FBI agent, co-founder of Executive Solutions, and your sometime lover. A man in a white coat carrying a large medical kit came in behind the four paramilitary types. Two of them dragged the assassins' bodies into corner and covered them with the bloody blanket off the b...
November 8th, 2007 Susan Fowler Knowles 637 Main Blvd. #327 Quinty, MA Re: Gold Card accounts Dear Gold Card holder, As Interim Chief Executive Officer of the Gold Card company I am writing to all of our customers in regards to their Gold Card accounts and the premium offers provided with those accounts. After receiving an overwhelming amount...
Only a few hours later, even before the Board met to vote on it, the Chairman had already put the new policy into place. During the phone call with the Chairman, the grin that had crossed Steve Borges' face made him look like the Cheshire Cat. "Oh, I can definitely do that," he had assured his ultimate boss. "We should have done this months ago." Now it w...
Carrie's day was different. After getting dressed but leaving the bow in her hair, she got Jack and Emily up, bathed and ready. As she was putting the children in their car seats she had a devilish idea. Giggling, she stopped for a moment, fished out her phone and took a selfie herself standing in the car door, about to get in and take the kids to school....
Zipping up and buckling his belt, Chad Brown scratched his balding bullet-shaped head, composing a directive in his mind as he turned to his computer to email the 223 people on the payroll of Brown Advertising International Ltd. "Everything's shipshape," announced his personal assistant as she put away her comb and sprayed air-freshener before walking to h...
Chapter Three - Reese and LeBron The woman was dozing fitfully when the iphone buzzed. She snatched it up and read the screen. 'LeBron' it said. She swiped the screen and answered. "Sheeit bitch you in some hot water now," it was the pimp from the hotel lobby and later back-alley humper, but of no use to her now that she could think of. "I thought you d...
Preeti sat in her grimy little room and struggled once again to understand how she'd gone from a haughty high flying future executive at a multi-national corporation to a penniless skank sucking on a joint and wondering exactly where the next month's rent was gonna come from. The weed leant a not unpleasant haze to her painfully recollected memories. It wa...
At the center of the Chicago Loop stood Ellis Oil Tower. It was 10 p.m. and a single light remained lit on the thirty-fourth floor—one of nineteen floors owned by Grant Hill Investments. Patrick Davis, wearing his round rimmed glasses, sat in his plush leather chair vigilantly monitoring stock tickers scrolling across the screen of his trusty, yet aged, IBM...
** Meghan ** Anton couldn't be happier with his recently acquired Special Executive Assistant. Meghan was the total package. He was impressed with her business skills. The summary reports of her assigned business units were factual, concise and, above all, revealed a substantial growth in profits under her guidance. During his weeklong junket at the San Ant...