Chase

two hours before

I was staring at a fucking chandelier for almost half an hour. It hung from the ceiling beautifully, indicating the people who stepped onto the floor of that hall were incredibly wealthy. I arrived an hour early, as usual, and paid attention to every detail of the luxurious salon I was in. The walls were painted white and at intervals, walls of glass and wood rose from the marble floor, meeting the high ceiling.

I was waiting for mr. Sheppard, my boss. Today is definitely the happiest day of my entire life. He's finally going to recognize that I'm worthy of a promotion. In the entire history of Shaffer and Sheppard, I was the guy who brought the most customers to the company. Mr. Sheppard assured me that if I hooked up one more client today, I could spread the word that I would be the new chief marketing officer. That would definitely put me higher than Alan Patrick, the guy I'm running for.

I shifted in my chair and saw Alan across the room. He flashed a sly smile when he saw me and I responded with a wink. I lined up the suit.

— Chase, darling! "Sheila, the wife of Mr. Sheppard, greeted me from afar. She dragged the poor man, clinging to his arm, to me. I got up and flashed my best smile.

— Mrs. Sheppard." I held out my hand. She pulled me into a hug. I grimaced as I almost stared at her huge boobs that popped out of her overly long, over-the-top dress. Mr. Shepard. I muttered, still smothered by the bear hug. I held out my hand.

He squeezed my hand, nudged Sheila with his elbow, and she finally let go. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Brandon, their son. He quickly grabbed one of the champagne flutes arranged on a tray the waiter was carrying and, in the blink of an eye, he was planted in front of me, pulling me into another hug.

Jesus!

— Big Dick! He rubbed the top of my head. I let go of him and fixed my hair. "Mom said it would be a good idea to come. And by the way…" He looked around the room. I knew exactly what he saw. Elegant women paraded throughout the hall, spreading charm and charm. But Brandon saw only pussy with legs. He winked at me.

— Well, have a great night, Chase. - Said Mr. Shepard.

I nodded, nodding.

Brandon and I strolled around the room, enjoying the view—which, to say the least, was spectacular—and I saw Alan talking to the client. He looked out of place and was scratching his sack. I approached and Brandon followed, imitating me after I asked him to behave properly. Mr. Simon, CEO of one of the biggest cosmetics brands, flashed a polite smile when he saw me, unlike Mr. Jumbled. I returned the polite gesture, and slipped an arm around his back. Alan glared at me, decreeing that he would kill me. I smiled over his shoulder and pouted. Brandon escorted us to a waiter. I took a glass of champagne and offered it to Mr. Simon, who was talking to me about how he needed an innovation in his company. I discussed with him why choosing Shaffer & Sheppard was the best option.

- You know what? He said, looking at me. "You were the only one who offered me a decent proposal. - I smiled.

I talked about amenities. This was a very important tactic. If you want to conquer someone, make them seem like God to you. I've been getting ready for this occasion for a week and all the cards in my sleeve were running out, so I went to my idea and got a sim from him, who seemed super excited and said he would talk to mr. Shepard later.

One more victory.

I punched the air when I was sure he was far enough away and realized Brandon was still on my side.

- Congratulations! he celebrated. "You did it, man! That's like scoring a first-time goal.

Brandon, the son of Mr. and Mrs. Sheppard was a peculiar guy. He was a confusing mix of playboy and businessman. The rest of the seventy percent of the time he was hunting for fun was hard work and lots of gym hours.

We sat at the table and he took his cell phone from his jacket pocket.

The waiter brought our orders, which arrived only after almost half an hour of waiting.

- What are you doing? I asked curiously. He shrugged.

The truth is that we have gotten closer in recent times. His mother adores me, his father adores me and he adores me. I'm like the cousin who occasionally pops in for a surprise visit.

"You know, it's inelegant to use a cell phone at the table. — I took a sip of the champagne.

"That must be why. He said, catching my attention.

- What?

"That must be why you don't have a girlfriend, Big Dick. - He said. "You shouldn't sink so much into work, especially since the rest of things are so much better. - I frowned. "You know… talking, dating, parties… those things all singles should do.

- AND?

"And you do just the opposite. I never saw you with a woman other than a client or mom. You need to get laid, Big Dick. He commented. I leaned forward and raised an eyebrow.

— I have sex. I fuck a lot.

- Much? He didn't believe it, because his disbelief expression spread across his face.

"Not as much as I'd like, but that doesn't matter. I don't have time for non-professional relationships," I admitted. He practically laughed.

"I'm going to call you Blue Balls."

I huffed and he laughed.

"Call me a hero." He handed me the phone. "It's called Secret People Chat.

'And what's so special about it?' I asked. "Looks like just another dating site. I shrugged and took another sip of champagne.

"Maybe, but in this one, you can keep your privacy while you talk to whoever you want. If the relationship over the course of the conversation seems good, you may gain clues as to who the person is. That's the difference. The suspense, the excitement…

- Hmm. I nodded, feigning interest. I handed him the cell phone. - Look great.

***

The event was only halfway through when one of the waiters spilled a glass of wine on my new suit. I got pissed off, but I just smiled and went to the bathroom. Excellent! When I got back, I noticed that Alan was sitting with Mr. Sheppard and his wife. I approached and found that Alan had lied to him, saying he had won the Liferty account. I wanted to punch him right in the middle of the face when he gave him that "suck that sleeve" look. I had to use all my control not to jump on him.

Mr. Sheppard left thirty minutes later, and I went back to looking at the chandelier, when I finally had the bright idea of ​​going home.

I walked out of the restaurant and easily recognized my red Audi parked next to two other cars. Frustrated, I slammed the door and drove to my house. My shoulders were stiff and sore. Motherfucker Alan managed to win the war, but I wasn't going to let him win the battle. When I finally arrived at my building, the elevator seemed to take forever to reach the floor. I walked into my apartment, defeated and just admitting it I could see the smug smile on the bastard's face.

I hate him!

I hate Alan Patrick.

I hate Mr. Shepard.

I hate myself.

I collapsed onto the couch and huffed, throwing my jacket across the room.

I suddenly remembered what Brandon had said.

What was the name again?

Secret People Chat.

I took my cell phone out of my pocket and looked it up on the internet. It didn't take long to show up. I made an account and started rambling, scrolling, bored. Then a notification exploded.

THE.

Curious, I entered the chat and read:

How much time? - A.

I straightened my posture, sitting up.

What?

I bit my lower lip.

Depends - Mr. Blue Balls," I typed.

Than? - A.

How long are you going to make me wait? — Mr. Blue balls.

HA HA - A.

May I know what is your name? — Mr. Blue Balls.

Depends - a.

A crooked smile tugged at my lips.

of what? — Mr. Blue Balls.

How long will you wait. - A.

Brandon was right after all. My conversation with the mysterious A. lasted almost an hour. We talked more than I probably must have for a year, and his teasing made my heart race. It was a mixture of suspense and excitement, as Brandon said, only intensified a thousand times.

By some miracle, A. managed to make my night better.

***

My eyes opened quickly.

I looked around and saw the empty bed. A memory lapse ran through my brain and I remembered last night. My head hurt.

Aspirin.

I got out of bed and went to the bathroom. I crouched down, looked for the damn bottle of aspirin, and took one. I lifted. I looked at myself in the mirror and smoothed my medium brown hair, brushing it back with my fingers. I blinked at my reflection. I had huge dark circles under my eyes.

By eight in the morning, I was at work, and on the way, I prepared myself for what would happen as soon as I set foot in Mr. Shepard.

I took a deep breath, walked past Alan's office and knocked on the door. He answered, showing the smug smile. Ah… how I wanted to break his teeth!

My head hurt again.

"Congratulations," I said, sticking my head in. — It was an unfair victory, but it is still a victory.

He sat up and raised an eyebrow.

Idiot!

"I learned from the best," he said. I smiled, walked into the room and walked over to his desk. The mahogany gave the room a rustic feel. I supported my arms on the table and leaned toward him.

"I'm glad you do," she said, glaring at him. My eyes roamed over the black suit with the hideous red tie and landed on Alan's dumb face. - Enjoy. It will be for a little while.

I turned around, straightened my blazer and took a breath, walking to the door.

"Bye, baby.

I closed the door with a loud thud.

Now it was time to face the beast.

I went to the office of Mr. Sheppard and knocked on the door. He called in and I opened the door slowly, checking.