A New Day, A New You part 3 - Sex Stories

A New Day, A New You part 3

... state before taking my tone down a couple notches,” Now I’ve never had to use any of them but I do like people to know that I’m not someone who advertises on billboards and commercials for a reason.” “And if I don’t agree and sign you walk away right now,” She asks and I nod. I watch as she finishes signing the forms and take them back and tuck them into my briefcase before watching as she takes a long drink of her white wine. I smile and wave the waiter over so we can order. Orders placed and I decide to give her the speech. “Now that you understand what my ‘friendship’ entails let’s get to know each other. My name is Guy and you’ll learn my employee’s names over the coming two weeks. I want you to know that this contract is basically our friendship. I will care about you and your family because that is my job till I get our friend at your old employer taken care of, even after I’m done I will be there if you need me,” I explain and again this woman stops me. “Friends? You show up out of nowhere in my home to question me on how I found out about you then you try to turn what I’m doing to save others into some selfish and personal vendetta,” Claire says a little upset. “Yes, I need to trust my friends and as with everything else I do I hope there will come a day where I send you this contract and you can burn it because we trust each other,” I tell her and watch as she calms,” I don’t work to help everyone, you were vetted as a decent person before I set foot in your house.” ...

... “Okay but why can’t you just do the good thing and help out people,” She asks as we wait for our food. “Wise man once said that if you’re good at something you never do it for free,” I tell her and she smiles a little. “So you’re good at what, ruining people’s lives,” she says as our appetizers arrive. “I’m good at revenge, it’s like a calling for me,” I say as she starts to laugh. We eat and talk, her boys Thomas and Michael are a handful but good. I learn she was the finance and expenditures manager when Mr. Weisner set her up to take a fall. I learn the intimate details as to him constantly trying to get close to her only to find she was being played. I can almost taste her anger and it’s intoxicating, familiar and I’m used to it but a vengeful woman is like good aged alcohol. We are sipping after dinner drinks when she finally starts to ask business questions. “So how in control are you of this situation,” she asks setting down her wine glass. “You want an example or a general idea,” I ask with a smirk. “I’d like an example if you’re up to a performance,” Claire says with a big smile and I smirk as her phone goes off in her purse. I watch her answer it and listen in quietly before her eyes widen and finally she starts to laugh a little. I wait for her call to end and ask. “So was that good enough or do you require more,” my question hangs in the balance. “You have had people listening this whole time and had my children call me,” She asks and I smile. “I’ve also had you ...