thomas
As soon as I arrived in São Paulo, I came straight to the company because now, more than ever, rest is not part of my life. I got investors in New York, but the confusion is far from over. The damage left in the company's coffers was great. The man, in addition to stealing a large part of the cash allocated for labor, sabotaged the purchase of materials, replacing the good quality ones with inferior ones, but that was not what appeared on the invoices.
Just thinking about that bastard's roguery makes me even more motivated to destroy him. The headache I'm having right now won't go away.
I'm working hard, rereading emails, reviewing reports, when I hear a knock on the door.
- You may come in.
“Sir…” Diana looks agitated. “Securities got in touch saying that Cesar is trying to speak with you downstairs. He looks furious, and since he's banned you from entering—” “You can let him in, Diana.
She nods helpfully and hurries off. This is going to be interesting. I really didn't have time to vent my anger in any of the ways I like, punching the punching bag, someone in the face, or sticking my dick in some pussy somewhere. So I feel every part of my body tense, in need of relief. Caesar will serve to solve the part of punching someone in the face.
It doesn't take long for the man to appear there. He bursts in, pushing the door open.
— Where was your education, Caesar? I thought it came from the cradle - I say, without taking my eyes off the computer. I type an urgent email before looking at it. "How are you, father-in-law?"
— How is my daughter? What did you do with her, you bastard? She… doesn't answer me. He runs his hands through his hair, nervous and tense, and I smile.
— I think your little crystal was very hurt because you sold her, César. I let out an exaggerated, purposely dramatic sigh, then smile. "I don't think she'll ever want to look you in the face again."
— What did you talk to her, you bastard?!
He walks over quickly and tries to grab me by the tie, but I grab his hand and punch him, making him stagger back with my hand to his face.
— Do you want to leave here with more wounds like those almost healed, Cesar? I'm not opposed to that.
- He is going to screw it up!
I grin and take advantage of the gap. I lean fully back into the seat of the chair and watch.
"Speaking of which... did you know that your sweet little girl is still a virgin, Cesar?" I arch my eyebrows in provocation and he widens his eyes, shocked by the tenor of the conversation. — My friend, you don't know what a pleasure this wedding will be. She looks so…hot.
Cesar approaches me and tries to punch me again, but I get up and smash him into the shelf behind us, causing several books to fall to the floor with the gesture.
"I'll be pleased to be her first, Cesar." Enjoy that untouched, pure body. She must be sweet. - He tries to get out of my grip, angrily, but I won't let him. — Having Cecília under me… Ah, César… Nothing will give me more pleasure.
The man manages to free himself and walks away. Arrange the dress shirt on the body.
“You'll pay me, Thomas. I'm taking you to hell, you bastard.
- Ah, go? Can I take your daughter with me?
He swears at me loudly, rants and punches the wall before security arrives to throw him out. I shake my head, straighten my suit and sit down, returning my focus to the computer screen.
I have a long day of work ahead of me to worry about a pebble in my shoe.