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Thread: The Struggle for Power (Sumi & Alan23)

Iris finally looked up from the paper she was reading, when he suddenly called her name. She raised an eyebrow as he admitted that he had some questions indeed, and of course, she was more than happy to hear them, whatever they would be. Besides, it was obvious enough by now that she would not lose her patience so easily. In the last few years, she had learned what was patience after all. The patience she needed to avoid going nuts over stacks of documents to read, understand and sign every Monday and Tuesday evening. A routine that her father used to never neglect. Now it was the time she would go through the same hell. She was intrigued by the sudden smile. She could only guess he had something up his sleeve, and almost expected a trap question. At the same time, she remembered the same smile he would give to the teachers when he wanted to drive them nuts. The light brown haired woman smiled back, unaffected. Another chuckle escaped her lips. Jak, did you hit your head in the altercation? You, yourself, said 'And I fuck when I want to, and don't need a man in a dress to give me permission' . Was there anybody else you were referring to when you said that? Don't think so. she answered, seeming to have everything under control. Was he trying to catch her red handed? If so, this was certainly hilarious. She could return the same smart words. And who knows? Maybe she could tease him in the meanwhile too. Maybe. But turning a convicted criminal into a perfect personal assistant would bring me some great advertisement, don't you think? It would just show how capable I am. she replied to his second question, resting her chin in the palm of her hand. As for your last question... Jak... Do you really think I actually stalked you until I found out where you ended up and suddenly decided I could help you out? If so, let me disappoint you. I don't have the time to watch out for other people. For the last couple of years I was busy enough with the company's employees. I know you probably think I'm doing nothing here and just earn the money with a pretty smile and a wink, but my life isn't completely pink. The only reasons you are here are a charity and sheer luck. Or bad luck. Depends on how you see it. Why do you ask anyway? Did you think I went out of my way to make you mine? she suggested, voice turning into a sultry one as one of her legs lifted slowly so that the tip of her shoe would lightly touch his leg down and up to his knee in a slow teasing way. Her lips curled into a smile once again. Are you by any chance trying to anger me or something? Or is it the hatred you have for the rich that makes you so mean? Not that I would mind it. You can try and act like a tough dog, but I still have the leash. At least for the next couple of weeks anyway. Iris suddenly felt so eager to stir some emotions in him, even if it would be anger. She wanted to see more of him. And the mere fact that she 'owned him' thrilled her. Iris Augustine was currently a satisfied woman. At least for now.
Thread: The Struggle for Power (Sumi & Alan23)

No, no, I didn't mean you were a - Jak found himself smiling, for real, now. I meant all that crap about being married and stuff. Don't believe in it. It was, he admit to admit, a kind of funny misunderstanding. Or at least, it would have been under other circumstances. He looked her up and down, his gaze perhaps dwelling longer on her breasts than true politeness demanded, but then again, she was hardly going to sack him, was she. And he'd already decided she was going to make sure he got a bad report, so he'd probably end up doing the jail term anyway, so there was little point in stressing too much. Trust me, Iris, no-one's going to mistake your for a man. For a couple of good reasons. As a boy from the streets, he was used to picking up the tiniest of clues. Your life might depend upon it. A slight glance, a move towards a weapon, a giveaway sign that the guy buying drugs from you might be a plain clothes cop. The phrase make you mine could, he knew, have referred to her being his boss, but he'd picked up the slight, very slight, edge in her voice. One of neediness. The wording used, he felt, was significant - whether she even realized it herself or not. He sat back in the chair. It was more comfortable than he was used to, he had to admit. He'd never sat in a plush swivel chair before. So you're going to turn me into the perfect personal assistant, then? Now, that, Iris, intrigues me. I've never been a perfect anything before. Maybe I like the idea more than you think. He looked around the office. Could be kind of interesting to see how you spend your days, now you've grown up. I remember at school you were always a bit of a dweeb, weren't you, desperate to impress your friends, instead of going after what you really wanted. Never able to attract the guys you wanted. Having to buy your girlfriends presents so they'd tolerate you. That too-loud laugh you used to put on, when they made fun of you, so you could try and pretend you didn't really care. Yeah, I regard it as bad luck I got stuck with you - but maybe I might enjoy this. He took a gold plated pen from her desk, and used it to flick the hem of her skirt upwards, revealing as much leg as she'd done in the car. Maybe I like the idea of being around you for a while. Poor desperate girls, who can't get a guy, and have to buy company are pretty interesting. Sad, but interesting. He gave a cruel smile. I wonder if you feel you're getting value for your money.
Thread: The Struggle for Power (Sumi & Alan23)

Jak watched as Alice's pert little rear vanished through the doorway. Much to his surprise, his first day as Iris Augustine's plaything wasn't turning out as badly as he had expected. He'd met the pretty Alice, confirmed that his power was still intact, and performed a good deed as well. And now, for all her bluster, he could sense massive insecurities in iris. She wasn't nearly as on top of the situation as she was trying to make him think. She was making a desperation move. And the lack of confidence in her voice, the subtle cues in her body, showed it. To be honest, Iris, replied Jak to her question, neither submissively nor particularly aggressively, the answer's neither of them. You're right I don't want to go to jail, and I won't insult you by lying about that. But I really can't believe you'd forgotten that you've bought me, and have control over what happens. He sat back, pulled out a pack of cigarettes, and lit one without asking permission. He guessed she'd take the anti-tobacco Nazi-ism stance that was fashionable in the corporate world. Thing is, Iris, we both know there's only so far you can go. You can only give me a bad report and kick me out once. Once that happens, you lose all your power. It's not like sex, where you can have multiple orgasms. Or at least, you would if you did the deed with me his eyes said, as they locked with hers. He noticed with satisfaction that she was obviously trying hard, and failing, to stop herself blushing again! More to the point, once I'm gone, I'm gone. You can't change your pretty little mind and ask for me back, in case you were wondering. He blew a smoke ring, knowing he was in command of the situation. So it's like this, Iris. Whatever you might think, I'm grateful for this scheme, to give me another chance. And I'd sooner do the right thing and take advantage of it, than not. And Alice has shown me what to do around the office, and I reckon I can do it pretty well, even if I am new at it. He smiled. And look how hot she is. Fuck, what guy wouldn't want to be around someone with looks like that? So, how about this? You give me a proper chance, the way this thing's supposed to work. I'll do the job a well as I can, and I'll treat you with as much respect and fairness as you show me. And yeah, you can throw one of your tantrums and get me shipped out and back to jail if you like, and there's fuck all I can do about it. But maybe - just maybe, Iris, he stubbed out the half-smoked cigarette on the desk, maybe you might not regret doing this thing properly. Jak had never read Greek classical literature. If he had, he would have recognized himself as a tool of Nemesis, giving her exactly what her hubris deserved. He was giving her a last chance. A final peace offering, though she didn't know it. There would be no more olive branches. Her own ethics would now decide her fate.
Thread: The Struggle for Power (Sumi & Alan23)

Iris didn't need a clearer sign to know that the answer would be something she didn't want to hear, given the start of his speech and the fact that he just pulled out his cigarettes and started smoking without her permission. She simply found herself smiling and shaking her head at him as she listened, crossing her arms under her chest and carefully watching him with her gray cold eyes, as if she was about to freeze the room any minute with the stare. However, he was damn right. It was annoying, but he was saying the truth once again. Once she would kick him back to the jail, she would have to say her goodbyes to him. She rolled her eyes in spite of the blush creeping to her cheeks as he mentioned the multiple orgasms and noticing the subtle message sent by his glance, trying this time to not lose her head over such minor things. It was sort of irritating, how he blew that smoke as if to mock her superiority. However, she couldn't help but find it somehow enticing at the same time, something about him stirring some feelings she almost thought she had forgotten. That crave she buried deep in her soul in the last couple of years of working at her father's company. The mentioning of Alice was enough to wake her up to reality. Her full lips curved into a smile that had a tint of sarcasm in it. Maybe if it wasn't for the blondie and the way he spoke about her right in her face, she would have considered his 'offer'. But, for Iris, this was too much. If she's so damn good, then why don't you have her save your ass? she questioned, a frown and a smile finding their way on her face as she placed her hand on the glass desk, looking down at him. Oh, right! Because she's just a mere employee here. Jak, what do you take me for? I have enough money to do anything . You'd be surprised to see how easily some people go blind at the laws when they smell money. I could trap you here for as long as I want. Either as a worker, either as a real pet . she explained, seeming somewhat calm on the surface, though she could already feel herself getting angrier and angrier, heart beating faster for no real reason.
Thread: The Struggle for Power (Sumi & Alan23)

Do you? Jak asked, calmly. Do you really have enough money to do anything? He sat back and steepled his hands, hoping his refusal to be cowed by her power-play would annoy her. Do you have enough money to wipe out your memories of being the girl the other girls all made fun of? To stop you being jealous of Alice, because people like her for what she is, instead of crawling to her out of fear? To make it on your own, instead of inheriting your money from Daddy? To stop being so scared of life that you have to pretend to be a rock-hard bitch, and hope the rest of the world doesn't find out it's all a bluff? He gave a grim smile. Do you have enough money to make yourself a girl that guys want, instead of having to buy them? Well, do you, Iris Augustine?
Thread: The Struggle for Power (Sumi & Alan23)

Iris flinched at his short question spoken in such a calm tone. And then, she understood why her heart was tormentingly beating. She feared this . Once again, he was bringing out in the light her past. The past which she was trying her best to forget. Funny thing, she was sure she could somehow handle it... only if it wasn't him saying it. After all, even if she hated how he seemed to mock her and insult her, this man was still the one she dreamed about so many years, the one she had to abruptly forget about when high school was over. He was her real first crush. What a stupid thing. She was slowly averting her gaze from him, down to her own hands which curled into fists, cheeks turning visibly redder with embarrassment and madness. Stop it. she barely muttered between gritted teeth. Iris was now hiding her face as her head tilted forward, hair covering most of her face. But, not everything. A knot seemed to have formed in her throat, the brunette feeling strange all of a sudden. A familiar feeling, and a familiar taste. Something she didn't go through in a good while. Years, perhaps. She blinked repeatedly, trying to avoid the catastrophe. No, not now, not in front of him. She just hoped he would not notice the wet trail from her eye down to the corner of her lips. Shut up! came a sudden loud outburst, slamming one of her fists until the very cup which was supposed to be filled with coffee overturned, rolling on the desk until it hit the stacks of papers. Thankfully, it was empty, so there would be no damage to the documents. On the other hand, Iris was damaged . While her make up wasn't messed up yet, the glassy eyes, the red face, her cheeks smeared with salty waterdrops were a clear sign she lost it, as she looked him in the eyes. You don't know a thing about me! she cried, the words this time coming out in a weaker, stuttering voice. Once she realized she most probably looked pathetic right now, she straightened her back, bringing her hand up to her face in an attempt to hide the ugly expression. Get out. Leave me alone. she barely murmured as she turned her back to him in another attempt to mask away the weakness, even if it was obviously too late.
Thread: The Struggle for Power (Sumi & Alan23)

While Iris' mini-breakdown hadn't come as a total surprise to Jak, it was still slightly higher in intensity and had come far quicker than he'd thought it would. It was a heady feeling of power to hold such control over her emotions. The same as when he'd had power over Alice, though in a different way. After all, given what he'd done to the blond, such submission was to be expected. Iris had, more or less, already surrendered her position of power, shown herself too weak to hold dominance, in a remarkably easy capitulation. His inclination at that point would have been to capitalize on his victory. Mock her, revile her. But something inside him held it back. An instinct that said that he had the potential, right now, to do what he had done so many times in his life. To win the battle, and in doing so, lose the war. There was another way to play this, one that would yield a far richer dividend. Certainly, Iris, he replied, softly yet confidently - yet in a tone not without respect. With your permission, though, I'll just perform my duties before I go. And to Iris's surprise, he picked up the pack of tissues that sat on her desk, walked across to where she stood and, quite tenderly, turned her around to face him. He wiped her eyes, clearing up the tear that glistened on her cheek, and arranged her dark hair back into its former situation of immaculate grooming. Then, ignoring her surprised expression, he used his fingers to push her blouse more snugly into the waist of her skirt at the front, where it had become rucked up in her agitation. The material now sat smoothly again, as if she had just put it on instead of wearing it all day. He touched her gently on her red lips with an index finger. I shall assume you want me to instruct Alice that no-one is to enter until you call, he said. And that your - your wish to be alone right now - is not a matter for discussion among the other staff. Naturally, they won't hear of it from me. I'll wait until you call me. He walked to the door, and then shut it carefully behind him.
Thread: The Struggle for Power (Sumi & Alan23)

Iris felt like running away or just digging a hole to hide herself in it as she heard the footsteps, noting that he was approaching her. Oh no, this couldn't happen. She swore she would yell at him if he tried to mock her any farther. She flinched, though, when he turned her around, looking quite shocked as he wiped her eyes and the tear, even fixed her hair. On the other hand, she wasn't sure whether he was doing it out of pity, whether it was to win her trust or something. If she had to be honest, it seemed quite unlikely for him to feel bad about what he, himself said to her. She was positive that there was something behind those actions, even if something inside of her wished it was more than pity. Her eyes still a little red, looked down at his hands as they smoothed down her blouse, inadvertently sniffing like a child. Why was he doing this? She really wanted to ask, but at the same time she feared her voice would come out weird. Once his finger came in contact with her lips, she figured she should just keep quiet, averting her eyes and frowning slightly as she listened to his words. Or rather, his voice. If only this voice wouldn't be the same which mocked her a couple of seconds ago. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair how he could hurt her and anger her and then still be the one to wipe her tears. It was almost as if he was laughing at her, toying with her, even though, she was supposed to be toying with him. But not even she herself could manage to bring him to tears anyway. Gray eyes watched his back as he walked towards the door, soon enough being alone once again in her office. She felt defeated, empty and more than anything, alone . Sitting back on her chair, the brunette went back to her work, realizing that the only way she could calm down would be focusing on something else. It was only later, just before the work hours would end that she finally remembered calling him. She wasn't in a good mood and from the looks of it, she would not be able to say anything stingy for the rest of the night. For now, she would hand him the rest of the work for tomorrow and then go back to her home and take a good rest.
Thread: The Struggle for Power (Sumi & Alan23)

Half an hour later As Iris Augustine's chauffeur-driven Bentley purred its way through the city, Jak sat back in the leather seats, feeling relaxed, and yet puzzled. He knew that Iris was mad at him, and the expression on her face made it obvious. yet, so far, she hadn't admonished him, hadn't tried to taunt him with the power she held over him, in fact - she hadn't even spoken. He'd waited patiently at her office door, as she'd ordered, at the time they were scheduled to leave the office, followed her deferentially to the car, and taken his seat as she'd indicated. It was hard to read her expression. She appeared calm enough, sitting there flipping few a sheathe of papers she'd brought from the office, paying him no attention whatsoever. Yet he had plenty of time to study her profile, and the absolute unmoving woodenness of her face, he was sure, was telling a story, if he could only read it. She wasn't looking stern, nor afraid. It was if she was deliberately arranging her features not to show any emotion. Her general demeanor bordered upon the autistic in the way she seemed able to shut out any external influence, including his own presence. Her skirt had ridden up again, and she'd made no effort to adjust it, nor was she bothering to fix the slight caking of her eye make-up that since her seat had a vanity mirror facing it she was surely well aware of. Was this a pose, he wondered. Or her normal personality, her way of retreating and relaxing after a long day? He decided to test it. He began slowly and innocuously, by thumbing the switch that opened the window. The glass slid silently down, letting in the cold air outside and ruffling her papers, but she made no response. He shut the window again, and opened the bar, pulling out a miniature of Napoleon brandy. He put his finger over the hole, upended it, drank the contents, and then, with his finger, reached across and dabbed a small amount of it behind her ear. Without waiting for her reaction, he turned and stared straight ahead, pulling out a cigar from the car's humidor, and lighting it with the lighter built into the rear console. He thumbed the window switch again, opening it to let out the smoke and sat there puffing, thoughtfully, awaiting her response.
Thread: The Struggle for Power (Sumi & Alan23)

It didn't take a genius to know that he would surely be wondering what's behind her expression. That, if she actually showed any expression. She didn't feel like explaining, and surely she didn't feel like telling him what was bothering her. Though, he probably knew already why she was like this. What woman in her right mind would not get mad at something like being mocked so crudely by a man who she used to have a crush on . Needless to say it was even worse given that she still kept those feelings for him. At this point, she almost wondered why in the world she would prefer him over any other better man? She had the looks, the money and all that, so she could easily find another man equal to her. Yet, Cupid decided to play a prank on her. To torture her and show her the bitter part of the life. After all, you can't just have everything. And, it is a given fact that the things you can't have, the forbidden fruit, is always much better than the ordinary. In her case, loving someone who just escaped the jail sentence wasn't exactly the perfect man her parents would wish for. Iris ignored his attempts to annoy her, whether by opening the window without her permission, ruffling her papers, opening the bar and pulling out her Napoleon brandy as if he owned everything. However, when she felt his finger behind her ear damp with the brandy, she couldn't help but turn her head at give him an expression that showed anger and confusion at the same time, one of her eyebrows raised as if to question what was that for. Now he was playing hard to get. Else she couldn't explain what he was doing, pretending like it was nothing. If you have something to say to me, you can use your mouth. Though, I'd rather not hear your voice for the rest of the night. she spoke, before she finally took something out of her purse to clean up the make up ruined by her earlier tears, avoiding any eye contact for now.