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DISCLAIMER: In this story, non-white women are cruelly used, with a focus on raceplay as a part of the backdrop of their degradation.

The actions and views of the characters DO NOT represent that of the writers.

RACIALLY CHARGED CONCEPTS AND LANGUAGE WILL BE USED. So if these trigger you, please move on to another story.

Now, onto the story.


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Karl Herrington had made it.

He was born with a lot to his name, but more than that, he had charm, and he could see where to push and pull to make a person do what he wanted. It also helped that he grew up rather handsome. His easy beginnings led to a brilliant run on the stock market, and a few money moves later, as an adviser, he found himself drinking with a national firm that was stated on the global index. The CEO took a liking to the lad, and was amazed by his prowess. The expensive alcohol helped, but it wasn't like Karl didn't know how to talk-up an old man. It was all about ego, and then sharing some dark thoughts, as though they were brothers. Forming intimate bonds had a formula, too.

And then his employment at Edwin and Brant was cemented.

They all treated him like a wunderkind, and since he still had a few maneuvers up his sleeves, he continued to impress. He looked good in his suits, and after his first paycheck, the car he came to work with, too. Who could dislike a handsome, young upstart with a winning smile?

Tanya Jackson certainly could. They had thought working under a woman was perfect for someone of his generation, and he didn't mind it at first, as long as he got his foot in with the company. She seemed nice when his boss presented him to her, but then things went south. She took him aside and told him exactly how she felt about someone who hadn't gone through the ringer like her, and that she wouldn't be upstaged by an eighteen year old. And that the next promotion would be hers, and he better not get in her way.

Karl had stifled his surprise and nodded along. She didn't know she'd made him an enemy that day, and the way she kept sniping at him when she thought nobody heard. He was biding his time, and planning, as he always did. And now the time had come.

He was striding on polished shoes toward her office. He knew she wouldn't like that he'd snagged the Silvermann account and the promotion that came with it - which meant he was catching up to her at a humiliating pace - and that she would now chew his ear off about it. Her office was grand, with one wall plastered with natural light from the gigantic windows to make it look even better. He wouldn't mind an office like that.

He winked at Tanya, her secretary, on the his way in, and the alabaster blonde blushed.

The lengthy youth sat down in her office and crossed his pinstripe-dressed legs. Oxblood lace-up shoes shone in the daylight. His broad shoulders held up the jacket well, and his white tie over the white shirt were comfortable, but close to his beautiful body. It was a shame she had been such a bitch to him. He wouldn't have minded fucking her amicably. But this milf bitch was going to become his human waste-dump after today, because she thought she was better than him.

"So, you wanted to talk about the Silvermann account?" he started, smugness over his prominent facial bones, exposed by his dark hair being kept back with expensive oils and wax. His hands raised dramatically, jokingly. "Go easy on me, I know how you people get..."

 

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Tanya had been taught to think of it as a massive chess game, combined with the intensity of actual combat.

The staff were the pawns and the other pieces were the assets, and then the players - the puppetmasters controlling the companies.

One person, with the ability to make and call in favors, with a few seemingly trivial connections, these were the playmakers with established reputations for getting things done, someone like Tanya, desired by the most successful companies. Sometimes though a newcomer blew the old crowd out of the water and moved to a player role. That was all part of the game. New players displacing older players in a ruthless quest for success.

That was where the intensity of combat came in, it was swift and merciless. Knife strikes and hammer blows. Weakening opponents, pushing them into corners, out-maneuvring them and then moving in for the final kill. War games with cunning subterfuge and timing.

Tanya knew this very well. Right from her U Penn qualifications with a full scholarship for being a bright young black student, to her rapid and meteoric rise to Vice President of Edwin & Brandt by her mid-thirties. She knew success and was a full fledged player.

But today, Tanya's desk was cluttered with paperwork, her dark brows were furrowed and the soft nubian features of the middle aged African American executive were clouded with annoyance. Usually paperwork was the preserve of the drones. The pawns.
"Carol? Would you please bring me some coffee? And then bring your laptop and stay for a moment, I want to go over a few of these items with you." she called out to her secretary.
Carol was in Vanessa's office in a heartbeat, coffee carefully placed on Tanya's executive desk, laptop at the ready as she stood at the doorway. Efficient and reliable with her own Ivy League qualification, Carol was bright and ambitious and Tanya relied her on intimate knowledge of the files and her pleasant willingness to work weekends and long hours.

Carol raised her eyebrows at the disaster zone of Tanya's desk today. Quite unlike her usually in-control and in-charge boss.

"We just cleared your desk yesterday. Is all this just about Mr. Herrington's latest move? I heard that he -"

"It's not just Karl," Vanessa responded, cutting off her secretary a bit abruptly. Her annoyance though at the mention of the recently promoted shark showed that she was both frustrated and flustered, and that it really was mostly just about Karl. She didn't need to hear about what he had done when the evidence was written all over her desk. Yes, he was making a lot of progress, maneuvering and snapping up acquisitions and territory, and most importantly influence. He had gone from being a pesky annoyance now to being a genuine worry.

Tanya knew he needed to be kept on a leash. She was going to pore through the paperwork, show up the problems of his latest acquisitions to the Board... and then get rid of him before he, his reputation, and his fast-paced gains all became a liability for the company, or more precisely, her. Although the Silvermann acquisition was very tight and was a significant achievemnt.

"You have to admit he's done a lot of exciting things, though, and plus he's soo..." Carol cut herself off this time, echoing her boss' thoughts before she bit her lip. She didn't want to annoy her bossm but in any case Tanya was too preoccupied. Although, if she had paid attention to her young secretary, she may noticed the concerning signs regarding her secretary's attention and perhaps even divided loyalties.

Karl Herrington walked in just then. Had he heard what Carol had been saying? That playful wink suggested that he might have. Carol's heart was aflutter.

"So, you wanted to talk about the Silvermann account?" Karl addressed Tanya, startling the black female executive with his sudden presence in her office. Her war room. So engrossed had she been in sniffing around the paperwork surrounding Karl's latest work she hadn't noticed. Carol knew how much Tanya hated being surprised at the office. Tanya despised being off-balance, even for a moment.

"Go easy on me, I know how you people get..." Whooo boy! This was Carol's cue to exit the scene. Tanya was not going to take that lying down! Carol quietly slipped out and closed the door while looking at and smiling politely at Karl.

Tanya, who was already flustered and thrown by Karl's sudden presence in her office reeled at the latest statement. Yes she had told Carol to organise the meeting, but she hadn't expected Herrington to just turn up unannounced like this. She felt vulnerable. Almost naked in a corporate context. Here he could see her, disorganised, dishivelled, picking through his scraps.

She could have recovered her poise from his sudden entry but his second statement really threw her off-balance.

Her eyes bulged and her mouth dropped open in shock as she was momentarily speechless.

Then came the torrent, "What the fuck Karl?! What do you mean by "my people" What the fuck is that about?!"

Tanya inwardly cursed herself for her loss of control. In the corporate world, a loss of cool like that was deadly. It showed weakness and impulsivity. A lack of preparedness and a sign that her opponent was on top of her. Overwhelming her.

Karl had deliberately provoked her to make her cede control of the discussion to him. Just as he had deliberately turned up early to her office, denying her precious preparation and poise time. While she was there still scrambling for her armor and weapons, he was here fully clothed, armed and prepared.