The old ex, the new slave. Chapter 3 - Sex Stories

The old ex, the new slave. Chapter 3

... will also find 2 black debit cards, one for you and for your girlfriend. They will allow you access to our Concierge banking services, a 24 hour line for any needs you might require with your money. You will also be able to see both accounts online.” “Thank you, sir.” Jack stood up and shook the man’s hand. “Please accept our thanks for choosing us as your bank.” the man responded. He left the bank feeling good. He had accepted the money, but he had set it up so that they could both use it. He didn’t plan on splurging on things he wanted, but rather use the money wisely to get her setup so when he was ready to end their arrangement, she would be comfortable and wouldn’t have to worry about finances ever again. It had been almost an hour in the bank. He headed for his office, about 20 minutes away. When he got there, it was just past noon. He saw Anil sitting at his desk, and Salman’s desk was empty. Anil got up as soon as he saw him. “Hello sir, how are you?” Anil was a new hire. He was a recent immigrant and had come here with his wife and new born baby boy. He was from India, and he came to him with excellent qualifications, but they were from back home, so no one was hiring him. Jack seized the opportunity, and was able to expand his business into huge scale commercial projects thanks to Anil’s knowledge of business applications. He also had the bad habit of calling him sir, even though he was the same age as Jack. “Anil, it’s Jack, not sir. And I would like to see you ...

... in my office in 10 minutes, please.” He had told Anil to stop calling him sir at least a dozen times a day since he started 8 months ago. He figured letting him worry for 10 minutes about why Jack wanted to see him in his office was fair punishement. He sat down and booted up his computer and checked his email. Ever since Anil and the Salman had started with him, they handled most of the project work, whereas Jack handled the clients and finding new projects for them. Everyone was happy, especially his guys, since he paid them a salary, but also gave them a percentage of the revenue from the projects they worked on. Anil then walked in, and sat down when Jack pointed at the chair. He had just seen an email from a client, who was praising Anil’s work ethic and the way he solved a problem during the deployment stage last week. “Listen, Anil,” he started, sternly, “I have been getting a lot of emails from clients about you, and I wanted to discuss this with you.” Anil was nervous when he walked in, and now he was sweating. “I am sorry, sir, I do not know what to say. I am sorry if my work isn’t up to par. I will try harder, I promise. I need this job sir. My boy is about to turn 1, and I wanted to get a bigger apartment, and I already signed the lease. Please sir.” Jack was taken aback. He just planned to mess with him a bit, then tell him how good a job he was doing. But now he felt bad. “Anil, relax man. I was just messing with you for calling me sir all the time. I have been ...