Thread: The Struggle for Power (Sumi & Alan23)

It was amazing how much he could hide away, and if she had to be honest, she admired how well he could keep that rigid expression. Even so, she would have loved to see at least a tint of fear or anger on his face. It would just feed her ego. Leaving that aside, she did notice the subtle glance at her skirt which revealed more than it was proper for a businesswoman. However, there was no doubt she wasn't ashamed of it. There was no reason to be ashamed of her body, if anything, she loved to flaunt it. Especially if it would make him fantasize a little about her. After all, she wanted to get his attention whether it involved her own looks and power or not. Thus, in the end, she too, glanced down at her legs and then back up at him, a slight sly smile on her face, as if to make him aware that she caught him. Too bad he soon averted his eyes, preferring to look ahead instead of looking her in the eyes. She didn't get angry at his mean remark. No, actually, she could only let out a chuckle and look out of the window. Snobsville, you say. You sound so irritated. Even though this one snob woman right here just saved your ass from being jailed. You see, that's the problem with you people of the middle-class and below. You think you're just so much better morally-wise. The rich ones are always the bad guys, and this whole life is unfair. she spoke softly, before she turned her head to look at him once again. And you might be right to some point. But, if it weren't for the rich snobs you wouldn't be here. You'd be sitting in a cold cell along with some other psychos. she added with a smile, motioning to the chauffeur to take the next corner to the right. You know what's funny? Anyone can be rich nowadays. It's just the people's mentality and the laziness that stops them from reaching the top. Then again, if everyone would actually work their best we wouldn't have these poor guys and there would be no middle-class to do our work when reaching the top. But you probably think I'm rambling nonsense here anyway, so I'll leave this for another time. she ended the subject just as the car pulled over in front of a building standing as proud and as tall as its owner. Helped out by the chauffeur, she stepped out of the Bentley, after which she subtly fixed her skirt and motioned to Jak to follow her inside. Also, for your information, you can say whatever you want, but calling me a man in a dress won't change the fact that I'm quite attractive. Though, if you tried to make a mean remark about my personality and attitude, then I guess I am a man in a dress. This company won't be running by itself and I do have to be a man if I want to have everything under control. she explained as she headed for the stairs, greeting some of the other workers in the meanwhile too. As for what you can call me... Just call me Iris. I appreciate the formality, but it doesn't have any meaning in this context. she added, before she led him down the corridor and reached a wooden door. Once opened, it revealed her office, the only place in the building where she could have some quietness. Moving around the glass desk, she sat down, taking her usual pose with her legs crossed and swiftly pressed a button to call one of her other assistants over. Please, take a sit. she prompted, pointing to the chair in front of her desk. My assistant will come over in a couple of minutes and explain what do you have to do. In the meantime, you can fill this in. Just a little questionnaire. she instructed, handing him some papers. Mostly just some irrelevant questions, this time, strictly regarding the business. Feel free to ask me anything. she awkwardly said in a very nice cotton-candy-like tone, watching him carefully as already planned to play around with him. Now, she just waited for the moment he would leave his guard down.