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Mario1983:
nice write up, following

Thank you. I am not a full-time writer, so I squeeze out time to write. I will update today.

WilliamsNedd:
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Btw quote me when u update slap1

OK

The founder of my company, Lima Pharmaceuticals, died three years ago of a kidney infection. His death was slow but certain. His marriage to my boss was childless but not loveless. He was a kind and friendly man, but the easiest way to see the bad side of him was to suggest he took another wife since the first one was childless. As the company grew, he brought in his best friend and made him the CEO while he became the director of the company and his wife the marketing manager.


One month after his burial, his will was read. According to the will, his wife would become the director of the company and would remain so unless she remarried or had a sexual relationship with any man, upon which the company would be headed by his best friend, the CEO. It was an unusual clause, but it was the dead man’s wish. From the moment the will was read, the CEO plotted towards assuming the role of the director. He had paid young men to monitor her movements with hidden cameras. He even paid heavily to monitor her when she travelled outside the country. So far, his efforts had been unrewarded. And now here was I, a young handsome man, close to her and – most importantly – with something to lose. I was clearly the ticket to his ambition. So I either do his bidding or lose my job and then go to jail.


Ify said nothing. We sat in the two-in-one settee in the living room. She was definitely thinking of something, but it was impossible to know what it was; I could only feel the comforting warmth of her body as she sat close to me. Then she took my hand and squeezed it. “There’s always a way, baby. And forget that you didn’t tell me about the CV stuff, I understand’ I’m not mad at you.”


“Thanks,” I muttered, really meaning it.


“We’re on the same side,” she said, leaving my hand and moving closer. “The best thing to do is find a way out of the mess.”


“That’s the issue, honey. I can’t seduce my boss…not in this case. That woman has been good to me. I can’t hurt her, and I can’t disappoint my family either. I don’t see another way out of this mess!” I was completely devastated. I wondered whether the job had been worth the troubles I was faced with. Different images of the CEO filled my head, a small man with an overly big ambition. An imp. The thought of sleeping with my boss and having it on camera couldn’t even materialize in my mind; I couldn’t think it.


"What do you think your CEO values so much?” Ify asked, plucking me from my thoughts.


“What?” I didn’t really understand her.


"Your CEO, what does he value so much? Do you have an idea?”


"No. Why do you ask?”


"Why do I ask? Sweetheart, he’s playing hard ball, he’s playing dirty! The only way we can fight back without hurting innocent people is to pay him in his own coin. Let’s find a way to stand between him and something he cherishes most.” As good as the idea sounded, I didn’t see how we were going to achieve it, so I kept quiet to allow her continue. “You’ve been to his house severally, right? Do you sense genuine love between him and his family?” Ify was sounding different, like those badass lawyers in John Grisham’s books.


"I don’t really get you, but hey, which man doesn’t love his family?” She wasn’t impressed by my reply. “Well, he does. He talks about them now and then. I think he met his wife in the university or so,” I added. “But what are all these questions for?”


"Let’s set him up the way he wants to set your boss up. You know the hotels and bars he frequents?”


"Yes.” I dragged the ‘yes’, not yet sure what she meant, but content to let her continue, since she seem to have an idea while I can’t even think clearly.


"Get me a list of the bars he often visits alone, or with you. We could plant beautiful and endowed girls and give them instructions. Beautiful, endowed and smart girls. Then when he gets hooked to any of them, we keep a close watch and get it on camera when they get down for real.” I didn’t like how she said get down for real, it sounded unladylike; but right now, don’t care. “It’s a long shot,” she continued, sensing I hadn’t really bought the idea, “but it could work. We have no option anyway.”


“I’ll get the list tomorrow,” I said finally.


“I’m tired. I need some sleep.”


“Me too,” she said. “Don’t worry, OK? The plan will work. You know you men are led by…” she tapped my crotch playfully and got up “…this place.”


“Shut up,” I said, laughing, something that had seemed like a luxury some minutes ago. “I’ll be with you in a minute.”


“OK,” her voice came from the bedroom, “but no show tonight, babe.”


“For your mind.”

iamehmakute:
Op we've started commenting and you've stop updating.
Maaka y?

NEPA and time have disagreed with me. But I'm working on an update now. Apologies.

The first and last tips are really good.