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“I understand sir. I promise I won’t let it happen again,” the vampire paced around his finely sculpted timber desk. His monitor flashed alert at another missed meeting he was unaware of while his laptop displayed an email from his father to call him immediately. “Yes sir. I understand,” Max confirmed before the other line disconnected.
His hand sunk at the weight of the turmoil his secretary had placed upon his shoulders. It honestly felt like a Herculean labor to keep up with her shenanigans. The vampire loosened his collar and scarlet tie to ease the edge off along with stripping himself of his blazer. He sat on his leather chair and it groaned with him while he pressed his weight into it. As if it too grew tiresome of these games. The man then pulled a cigar from his rear side drawer and lit it aflame with one of the candles on his desk.
He took in a few puffs before exhaling a sigh of relief. His hand massaged his temples in contemplation of what to do with his useless secretary. He half glanced at the family photo taken when they were kids. She just so happened to weasel her way into it before the photographer took the shot. Something her didn’t pay much attention to until now that she’s made such a nuisance of his office and work. He flicked the photo down with annoyance before glancing at the time. It was four fifty-nine. Just one minute away from clocking out.
Before she could click away to the elevator with those heels of hers. Max slammed his finger onto the intercom as if it’ll amplify his voice to the maximum. “IN. MY. OFFICE. NOW.” he ordered in a rather bone chilling sonorous tone before taking his finger off the button. He would catch her before she had the chance to leave. But he knew her rebellious nature was unrivaled and the chance of leaving anyways was high.
He flexed his hand into the air and yanked it back as if pulling imaginary strings. All the doors leading to the outside world closed shut. He then turned his hand and the locks fell into place with an eerie click.
Max then took another puff of his cigar to ease his nerves. The stack of complaints piling up on his desk would serve as the ammunition for the wrath she would endure among these chambers.
When he sensed her presence close to the double wood doors they would swing open inviting her in. Crimson eyes from the darkness stared at her with a single candle illuminating his face. The shadows twisting his features into a dark semblance she had never seen before, “Come in,” he welcomed but his tone was laced with venom and he looked like he could sink his teeth into her neck without remorse. That and the room was pitch black so it was less than welcoming.
With a snap of his finger the room illuminated with all of the candles sparking to life the hidden history behind this office. The chandeliers shimmered brightly while the torches on the Greek columns, which laid on the outside of the main office, helped support the spots the chandeliers reach couldn’t touch. Books from days of yore lined against the outer office and behind the columns. While the main office had two leather couches with a single coffee table at the footsteps of his secretary. Max’s desk stood a few steps above the main office with the desk sitting in front of tinted windows so dark it didn’t allow anything to be seen from the outside world.
There was a strange scent in the air as it infected her nostrils. As if foreign but native in some contradictory manner. After she had entered his office with heels clicking along the finely sculpted black marble floors the giant wooden doors closed with another eerie click following behind them.
A set of champagne in a bucket of ice and two glasses was set on the table along with a metal and marble Chess set with the king missing. The metal pieces shimmered when the fire place came to life and brought forth a forgotten warmth into the room. “Pour us a glass,” he simply asked while his free hand was playing with the Chess king as it flipped through his fingers as if it were a pencil.
Max took another puff of his cigar before he left it idly floating beside his person as if it were his familiar. He rose to his seat and gained his full stature while reaching for the paper of complaints. He cleared his throat before flipping through a few and sitting along the front of his desk and taking center stage, “Unprofessional etiquette with clients. Lack of respect to superiors. Constantly tardy beyond the ten minute grace period,” his crimson eyes then glared at his secretary, “and just has an overall bitchy attitude,” he growled that last one with venom.
The vampire slammed the papers onto his desk, “Those were but a small list of complaints I’ve been receiving from our fellow employees, but that last part was what I personally had to say about you,” he callously revealed while beginning to roll up his sleeves.
“You see, as the boss. It’s my job to make sure everything is running smoothly. You, have not only managed to upset our coworkers but HR has been up my ass to do something about it. But today, you fucked up. And I mean you fucked up BAD. I missed a million dollar deal I’ve been trying to land for the past nine months because you wouldn’t notify me even when I asked you to,” he huffed in utter indignation.
“My parents named me Maximus Victor Leonard,” he teetered off course by just finishing the roll up of both sleeves, “Which stands for the greatest brave hearted victor. Do you know what that means?” he inquired without really looking for an answer, “It means they expect me to do great things and do what no one has been able to do in courageous fashion!” he spoke proudly as if honored to be assigned the name. “So as the boss of this fine company it’s also my job to straighten out insubordinate workers the best and most courteous way no one’s ever done before,” he disclosed.
“So you have two choices right now,” he held two fingers in front of him.
“Pain. Or. Pleasure.”
“I understand sir. I promise I won’t let it happen again,” the vampire paced around his finely sculpted timber desk. His monitor flashed alert at another missed meeting he was unaware of while his laptop displayed an email from his father to call him immediately. “Yes sir. I understand,” Max confirmed before the other line disconnected.
His hand sunk at the weight of the turmoil his secretary had placed upon his shoulders. It honestly felt like a Herculean labor to keep up with her shenanigans. The vampire loosened his collar and scarlet tie to ease the edge off along with stripping himself of his blazer. He sat on his leather chair and it groaned with him while he pressed his weight into it. As if it too grew tiresome of these games. The man then pulled a cigar from his rear side drawer and lit it aflame with one of the candles on his desk.
He took in a few puffs before exhaling a sigh of relief. His hand massaged his temples in contemplation of what to do with his useless secretary. He half glanced at the family photo taken when they were kids. She just so happened to weasel her way into it before the photographer took the shot. Something her didn’t pay much attention to until now that she’s made such a nuisance of his office and work. He flicked the photo down with annoyance before glancing at the time. It was four fifty-nine. Just one minute away from clocking out.
Before she could click away to the elevator with those heels of hers. Max slammed his finger onto the intercom as if it’ll amplify his voice to the maximum. “IN. MY. OFFICE. NOW.” he ordered in a rather bone chilling sonorous tone before taking his finger off the button. He would catch her before she had the chance to leave. But he knew her rebellious nature was unrivaled and the chance of leaving anyways was high.
He flexed his hand into the air and yanked it back as if pulling imaginary strings. All the doors leading to the outside world closed shut. He then turned his hand and the locks fell into place with an eerie click.
Max then took another puff of his cigar to ease his nerves. The stack of complaints piling up on his desk would serve as the ammunition for the wrath she would endure among these chambers.
When he sensed her presence close to the double wood doors they would swing open inviting her in. Crimson eyes from the darkness stared at her with a single candle illuminating his face. The shadows twisting his features into a dark semblance she had never seen before, “Come in,” he welcomed but his tone was laced with venom and he looked like he could sink his teeth into her neck without remorse. That and the room was pitch black so it was less than welcoming.
With a snap of his finger the room illuminated with all of the candles sparking to life the hidden history behind this office. The chandeliers shimmered brightly while the torches on the Greek columns, which laid on the outside of the main office, helped support the spots the chandeliers reach couldn’t touch. Books from days of yore lined against the outer office and behind the columns. While the main office had two leather couches with a single coffee table at the footsteps of his secretary. Max’s desk stood a few steps above the main office with the desk sitting in front of tinted windows so dark it didn’t allow anything to be seen from the outside world.
There was a strange scent in the air as it infected her nostrils. As if foreign but native in some contradictory manner. After she had entered his office with heels clicking along the finely sculpted black marble floors the giant wooden doors closed with another eerie click following behind them.
A set of champagne in a bucket of ice and two glasses was set on the table along with a metal and marble Chess set with the king missing. The metal pieces shimmered when the fire place came to life and brought forth a forgotten warmth into the room. “Pour us a glass,” he simply asked while his free hand was playing with the Chess king as it flipped through his fingers as if it were a pencil.
Max took another puff of his cigar before he left it idly floating beside his person as if it were his familiar. He rose to his seat and gained his full stature while reaching for the paper of complaints. He cleared his throat before flipping through a few and sitting along the front of his desk and taking center stage, “Unprofessional etiquette with clients. Lack of respect to superiors. Constantly tardy beyond the ten minute grace period,” his crimson eyes then glared at his secretary, “and just has an overall bitchy attitude,” he growled that last one with venom.
The vampire slammed the papers onto his desk, “Those were but a small list of complaints I’ve been receiving from our fellow employees, but that last part was what I personally had to say about you,” he callously revealed while beginning to roll up his sleeves.
“You see, as the boss. It’s my job to make sure everything is running smoothly. You, have not only managed to upset our coworkers but HR has been up my ass to do something about it. But today, you fucked up. And I mean you fucked up BAD. I missed a million dollar deal I’ve been trying to land for the past nine months because you wouldn’t notify me even when I asked you to,” he huffed in utter indignation.
“My parents named me Maximus Victor Leonard,” he teetered off course by just finishing the roll up of both sleeves, “Which stands for the greatest brave hearted victor. Do you know what that means?” he inquired without really looking for an answer, “It means they expect me to do great things and do what no one has been able to do in courageous fashion!” he spoke proudly as if honored to be assigned the name. “So as the boss of this fine company it’s also my job to straighten out insubordinate workers the best and most courteous way no one’s ever done before,” he disclosed.
“So you have two choices right now,” he held two fingers in front of him.
“Pain. Or. Pleasure.”
