Greyson

While in traffic, I spoke with my PA again after she called me.

Amelia was pretty insistent when she needed to be. She kept me on my toes. She delivered every message I needed to get.

I am thankful for such small favours.

I had told her to cancel the meeting planned for this morning. However one of the stakeholders was insistent that I was wasting his time.

At least Jeremy could be reasoned with, I couldn't say the same for Jerome. Jerome always wantes things done his way and in a microwaveable format.

Fuck him. I'd shove his microwave demands up his ass if I could.

As far as I was concerned, he was wasting his own time. I'd fuck him up right now face to face if I could. He has a lot of nerve demanding of me.

Who is he? Some snot-nose Director. Correction: he was some Regional Director so he had a lot of influence in a certain market. Big whoop!

I have a legacy spanning around the globe and continuing. He had a lot to prove if he thought he was going to toe to toe with me. He had another thing coming.

Luckily -

Shit! He got my number.

Fuck him.

I was unavailable to take his call.

My dark eyes swired with incredulity, not bothering to roll them.

I needed not to waste any energy or lift a finger on him. It was unnecessary.

Proving my point, I shut my phone off. I breathed out a sigh of relief, evading him for now.

Putting my head back, it rested on a gold-plated wall. I didn't bother to look at my reflection directly. But my averted eyes still connected with the transparency of the walls. I rode the elevator in silence. I was overlooking a skyline view of the city.

Thank God for this private elevator. I was going straight to my office where I would not be disrurbed.

I needed peace and quiet anyway.

But what good was that gonna do with all the fucking noise in my head?

Ah, Fuck!

I got off the elevator and on to the main floor where all the offices were and where everyone was. I came off here so at least it cannot be said I didn't put in an appearance.

Strutting up a storm, everything around stopped. I was strutting down the wallway in slow motion. One of my sole Advisors Jimph, who was a bit of a fashionisto himself, came up to me.

"Mr. Wells O' Wealth himself," he chimed.
He faced me as I casually walked in, briefcase in hand. I directed my attention to him, smiling in turn.

I liked the sound of him calling me that. He always knew how to ring out the company name anywhere he was. No wonder he was so damned good at marketing. He had been in charge of my martketing Unit for a short before I easily promoted him to Director status. He sevred as Regional Director for Marketing, Resillience and Clientele Services. He was a hit with the international markets. And the international stakeholders loved him.

There was no way I was letting Jimph Fallow go. No way. Now he was my Business Consultant. He was finally in a position that he went to school for. There was no way he could sit on his bachelors and master's degrees any longer. Hell he sould go for something he loves - study something in Fashion and then branch out. The horizions were huge and endless for him.

He flashed a bright pearly white and wore a big personality.

Clothes didn't do him jusitice no matter how stylish and well put together he was. Clothes failed miserably. His big personality, his unashamedness, his porwess and liberality always progressed and prevailed on his behalf. He was like an Advocate for everyone lgbtq+ out there. I'd no doubt support him once he gets into the UN one day.

I was the only one that noticed he had that greatness within him to take on a large platform. Being part of a buisness team and consulting on business development wasn't his thing. He had a keen eye on the market and was in depth on trends and analysis. But I knew this job wasn't his passion. It wasn't his true calling.

Inherently, I was a Manager and a Supervisor all because of this job and this company. It was all I knew since before I turned eighteen.

I sighed at the realization. Jimph reminded me so much of myself. My path was charted out for me and I had no say in it. At least Jimph lived his life without the parents I have. He made his own choices and life blew him along. He did sometimes go with the flow. But he always made a plan. He always had a plan even when it was going to fail in his face and he saw it coming.

I knew very well this company wasn't his destiny. I had to go ahead and release him. And that would fucking hurt.

"Jimph." I finally addreased him, my tone sombre. "Can I talk to you?"

Taken aback by my request, he did his best not let his bewilderment show. He put his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. He straightened himself as he a pproached me.

"Sure." He was quizzical of the awkwardness developing between us in this moment.

Placing a hand on his shoulder, I led him away down a corridor. Once in the dark and far along the distance, I braced him against a wall.

"We have got to stop meeting like this."

"Indeed we must," I merely agreed.

I pressed into him. His back arched. His neck stretched like an ostrich. I pecked at his lips before kissing him. We kissed deeply, passionately.

At least I had Jimph. I wasn't letting go. He did a great job with things around my company. He spruced up marketing to the best it has ever been. But there had to be a replacement. The head of the Marketing Unit and that Regional Marketing Director post were still vacant.

Julia. Dacen. I started thinking of prospects. I had to resolving these needs by filling them internally before external recruitment got involved. I'd have to meet with HR again and a lot more often for the sake of these positions. These were key and cannot be taken likely. I needed the best to oversee all marketing aspects of the company. I coudn't leave that to chance.

I sighed.

My job was never easy. I had to solve every problem that existed that came to my attention. Isn't this why Moses elected Elders because he couldn't do it alone?

The same is true when you have a team. Yet everyone runs coming to you as if you were some kind of guru.

But at least Jimph understood. He understood what all that pressure was like. I used to exert it a lot on him when I had him in charge of Marketing. At one point he was manning both subsantive posts at once. Don't ask me how he did that, I just know he was that good.

He'd get a glowing recommendation from me anyday.

So grateful Jimph was in my life, I stared him in the eyes. His sky blue orbs drew me in to him.

I scooped him up by his ass cheeks, carrying him away further into the wall. He crossed his legs at his ankles and looped his arms around my neck. I whisked him off to my layer.