Thread: The Coming Attraction (Razor & Risky)

Leonard Leo Walsh walked across the country club that the company club the firm had rented out for the Christmas party with the confidence of a lion crossing the Serengeti. He checked his the diamond cufflinks and straightened his solid blue with white cuffs and collars shirt, making sure his suspenders were just right. He ran his fingers through his dark slicked back hair, his temples showing just a hint of grey. This was a domain, the room was filled with people hed stepped over on the way to the top, people that would now willingly kill each other if they could experience just one week of his life. And while he didnt own the company he worked for, he had it by the balls, and that was all that truly mattered. In short, Leo was more important to this rooms Christmas than Santa Claus and Jesus Christ combined, and he loved every second of it. Thats not to say that Leos life was perfect. Hed had to leave his wife at home sick. Her particular illness was an eye problem that stemmed from her questioning whether or not a cocktail was an appropriate drink at 3pm. Hed been with his wife Cathleen since high school, and shed supported him through all the ups and downs, but his current opinion was now that most of the downs had come from her lack of faith in him, and his ability to come out on top. Part of Leo deep down wondered if part of his resentment towards his wife was due to the fact that despite him hiring a nanny so she would have more time to work out, she still hadnt lost all the weight since giving birth to his son, Jack. Appearances werent everything, but in Leos world they accounted for a hell of a lot. If you needed to close a deal with a multimillionaire you didnt ask them to meet you at Dennys and arrive in your Datsun. You took them for a ride in your Lamborghini Countach, or you had them helicoptered out to your private yacht. You acted like you had seen ten million dollars before. And Leo had seen ten million dollars, in fact his average transaction was worth at LEAST that, and he pulled at LEAST ten percent off of every transaction. He left the small fish to the peons in the cubicles. Leo soaked in the looks from said peons as he strode across the room to the ornately carved bar. All of those twenty somethings dreaming of being like him one day. Not one of them with the balls to even try speak to him. He was known for having a bit of a temper, and in all honesty, he did like fucking with the little people, but tonight he had decided he would play the benevolent leader. Whiskey, neat, He said in his smooth, low voice, then he turned around and spread his arms personifying his Messiah complex, shouting for the whole room to hear, And for the rest of the night, the drinks are on ME! He tossed the bar tender a black AmEx card, and waited for his drink. This wasn't Jessica Carroll's first Christmas party for this office, surprisingly it was her second year with this company which is the longest job she had ever held down. Jess knew it wasn't her secretarial skills, although she was a real people person but in fact, her damn good looks is what kept her around this long. She could be spacey, a bit high maintenance and it was no secret that she liked to party and she did it very well. She was the secretary of a well known accountant in the firm, Bryce Stanley, who solely kept her around for her charm and most importantly the way her kick ass legs looked in a dress. Her life was a luxury that she couldn't afford but she didn't have, rich men sought to her as if she were a siren and had no problem catering to her lifestyle and her payment was pretty obvious, her company and looks. She was never married, not that she was never asked but mainly she grew bored easily. She never had a problem finding her way to her next fix, just a problem finding someone to keep up with her. She was a bubbly thing, always the life of the party and given her reputation she thought she'd sure be fired by now but in all honesty, she was a big hit with all the employees, they seemed to enjoy her company. Her life was easy, she didn't have to work but she chose too, it was a great opportunity to meet her next rich man. She had just left the bathroom after taking a bump from her stash, she needed a fix if she were to deal with the tightwads in the room. She was younger than the majority besides the few other secretaries who were really kept there for the same reason. Her long golden brown hair fell in long loose waves that ended at her mid back, coupled with her deep olive eyes, full lips, she was the definition of beautiful. She wore a black cocktail dress that fell mid thigh and clung to her petite and curvy body, hugging all the right curves and a pair of black stilettos to match. Heads were turning as she walked through the crowd, mostly the men, all eyes always seemed to be on her and she loved it. If she wasn't the center of attention then she might as well not be there at all. Making her way to the bar she stopped when a dark haired man shouted that drinks were on him, the people of the office cheered and clapped and Jess' eyes lit up. Tugging at her dress she made her way quickly to the bar, standing next to the man as she watched him hand the black AmEx to the bartender. You're going to regret that, you know. She said over to him with a smile, her body leaning against the bar as her plump ass stuck out slightly, sending the man a wink. Gin and tonic. She said over to the bartender as he brought over his whiskey, with a smile, dropping everything else just to make her drink first. She eyed the man to her left, noticing the expensive cut links and nicely tailored suit. He reeked of money and sex.