This choice: A gibbering and hysterical Rafael returns with some office security. • Go Back... Tom finished typing his last sentence and hit Enter just as the men reached the door.
"Sorry for bothering you Mr Barnes but Rafael Gonzalez came to us saying that your office is haunted??"
"HIS office. This is MY office!! I'M the CEO of this company!!"
One of the guards looked over at Rafael critically.
"You feeling okay Gonzalez?? Mr. Barnes started this company out of his college dorm room and grew it into a multi-billion dollar corporation in less than 10 years! YOU on the other hand are the network maintenance technician. Or have you forgotten??"
"That's not true!!! Barnes is a low level technician! This is MY company!!!"
"Now sir!! We need you to calm down, RIGHT NOW!!!"
The guard then turned to Tom.
"Mr. Barnes. Would like us to remove him from the building? He's CLEARLY having a problem separating fantasy from reality!"
Tom smiled.
"It's ok guys. I'll take things from here."
"Are you sure Mr. Barnes? This guy seems a little...."
"Yes, I'm sure he'll be no trouble at all. Thanks for your concern. Keep up the good work though."
"No problem sir. Call us if you need us."
"I'll do that. But could you please let Ms. Warrington know that I need her in my office on your way out?"
"Yes sir."
Ten minutes later there was a sharp <CLICK!!! CLICK!!! CLICK!!!> of high heels ringing on the tiled floor. Through Tom's door walked Alyssa Warrington, the executive vice president of the company. She stood nearly 6 feet 3 inches tall in her heels, her long supple legs, cleverly disguising the unearthly power in her thighs. Breasts that were literally the size of basketballs were threatening to burst the buttons off her blouse and above the knee skirt she wore was stretched tight across her bowling ball shaped buttocks. She was a far cry from the short, skinny, nearly flat chested, copy clerk she originally was. The look of delight on her face quickly morphed into a scowl of irritation when she saw why she was summoned.
"You called me Tom."
Alyssa's melodious voice had a hard, authoritative edge which cause Rafael to flinch, much to her satisfaction.
"Yes, Ms. Warrington. Come in. Mr. Gonzalez was apparently experiencing a disturbing episode and I would appreciate your input on how to proceed."
"I see..." Alyssa replied as she sat down, "Would you care to elaborate Mr. Gonzalez?"
Rafael began recounting his experience even insisting once again that he was the true CEO of the company. He was becoming increasingly agitated until Alyssa held up her hand to silence him. She then turned to address Tom.
"Based on what we've heard, it's clear that Mr. Gonzalez is in need of assistance beyond the scope of our abilities, Mr Barnes. I would recommend that he seek the help of a licensed therapist to deal with whatever issues he might be having."
"An excellent idea Ms. Warrington. Take as much time as you need Rafael. The company will gladly pick up the tab for your treatment. And don't worry about your job. It will still be here when you return. Right now we want you to focus on getting yourself better. Isn't that right Alyssa?"
"100% Go take care of yourself."
"Ok. If that's what you think is best sir." Rafael replied, the reality of the situation finally catching up with him.
After Rafael had left, Alyssa walked over to one side of the room and brought her face close to one of the mirrored wall panels. The facial recognition scanner embedded in the mirror unlocked the panel and revealed the hidden mini bar behind. Alyssa got two glasses, filled them halfway with ice then poured scotch into both. She then walked back over to the couch in the corner of the room, kicked off her shoes, handed one of the glasses to Tom who was already there and snuggled up next to him. They each took a long sip of their drinks before speaking.
"Holy shit babe. WHY haven't you fired that wacko yet??"
"Well...despite his "issues" he's a very hard worker. Also he still doesn't realise that even though we promoted him to head of his division, he actually makes less money that half the people on his staff!!"
Alyssa giggled but sobered up quickly.
"That may be the case Tom but having him around can be bad for the public image. AND this bs pulled me away from picking out a design for my wedding dress online."
"You poor baby!!! Tell me, what can I do to make it better?"
"You COULD let me fire someone. TODAY!!"
Tom sighed as his eyes traveled up Alyssa's many curves. He lingered at her enormous breasts that were just barely covered by her Italian silk blouse.
"Ok. Who did you have in mind?"
"Number 1 on my shit list is Karen Jennings. Just the SIGHT of that bitch irritates me to no end! Not to mention her work is beyond subpar."
Tom knew why Alyssa hated her. Karen used to be Alyssa's immediate supervisor and she used to take a perverse pleasure in finding ways to torture and humiliate the smaller woman. This would clearly be a case of vindictiveness but...so what?
"Ok. Anyone else you want gone?"
"As a matter of fact, yes. That perv, Frank Dobbins needs to go. He is CONSTANTLY staring at my boobs all day and "accidentally" brushing up against me in the halls."
"Alyssa. You're the tallest woman in the company. AND you're built like a stripper on steroids. You expect him NOT to notice you??"
"So what?? That doesn't give Dobbins the right to be ogling me every chance he gets!!! He should feel lucky I haven't slapped him with a harassment suit yet!!"
Tom shook his head.
"I don't know what I'm gonna do with you..."
"Well...the plan was for us to get married and have me give birth to your children. Unless that's changed in the last 30 seconds?"
"No. That's still the plan. Okay, Miss Hatchet woman. Who's getting the ax?"
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