Thread: Broken Dreams {Father Figure & AnnaBeth Belle}

The effect that he had was immediate and recognizable and in truth it was something that he'd experienced before when working with a woman. He understood what he was, deep down, and that people responded to it with unconscious obedience. It was not even something he tried to do, no attempt to manipulate the other individual, it was a mere natural outgrowth of the human need for someone to lead them...a pack mentality calling back to the earliest aspects of their humanity, their animalism. It was not something to be ashamed of, no matter what society tried to teach women nowadays, that they would respond biologically to a confident and assertive man. That aggression was somehow wrong. It was survival to attach yourself to someone who could protect you, it was instinct to understand that a person knew what they were doing and to yield control, and this man...he knew what he was doing on more than the instinctual level. He had control of that side of himself, that natural dominance, and he used it to good effect to get his way. Thank God for the world that getting his way entailed helping others. There was something different though in this instance, something that he himself did not quite want to address, and that was when Noel did as he bid...when he saw the flush in her face, he himself felt something that he was not supposed to indulge in. It was in the litheness of her form, the way she smelled...a scent in the air that he caught, and just as he demanded dominance....she demanded something else. It was in every line of her body, the wish for someone to come along and show her that she was worth more than just her job. That she was worth more than her loneliness told her she was. It made her vulnerable and like any predator he responded to it. He felt that stirring deep down in the pit of his stomach, his brow furrowing just slightly before smoothing out so that he could maintain an air of control. It was unseemly to think of doing anything with her, unprofessional, but...he had been unprofessional in the past had he not? However, he wanted to address her words and address them properly, his voice holding that same directness. They don't need you, that's the problem and that's the problem you are afraid to face. You are already facing it right now with the fact that they've put you on leave, that there is a level of distrust, your obsession is beginning to cause problems at work...or you wouldn't be talking to me. He idly watched her so that she could take that in, his eyes narrowing just the tiniest of bits as he spoke. The truth though is I don't give a damn about your work, I could care less about airplanes or what happens with them, because I'm not here to fix your job...no matter what your employers say. I am here to fix you and after that you can make the determination as to whether or not that job is what you want, after that you can decide if you need to move on or want to invest once more, and that is the crux of the problem...everything you do relates back to something else, but it doesn't relate back to you. His eyes were perhaps a bit frightening in that moment, intimidating as he leaned forward in his chair to gaze at her, his voice compelling...almost hypnotic as he continued his words. Tell me what you need inside. Don't think about it, don't stop, right now. Tell me!