Vicki's Story Ch. 07 - Sex Stories

Vicki's Story Ch. 07

... presentation that I was pretty happy with.

I scheduled some meetings and then took the idea to Constance. Her reaction stunned me. "Yes, this looks very promising. I think I shall put a team together and I'll lead it myself."

"Hang on a minute. This is my project. I developed all those leads and contacts. They are expecting to deal with me."

"Victoria, this is my company. I make the decisions. All of this should have been run by me first. If I had been involved, we would have created far better presentations. Your problem is you have become too swell headed. Now leave me with this and I will take over from here."

I stormed out of her office, cursing under my breath. Most of these clients I had already spent weeks softening up and selling the company to them. Now all I wanted to do was burn them all.

I had been fighting off Dad's offer of a job what felt like was forever. I wanted to build this company and then destroy it, take everything away from her. Not because of the way she treated me, it was all about Nan and the way she spoke about her. Fuck her. Perhaps I should jump ship now but, not before I caused her some grief.

I was going to take those potential clients and introduce them to my father's company. First things first, I was going to need that job.

"Dad..."

"Vicki, to what do I owe this pleasure?"

"I want that job we talked about."

"This sounds bad. What happened?" I explained the situation to him and I heard him sighing into the ...

... phone. "Can we meet tonight? The answer is yes, by the way. I have always wanted you here at the firm. There are some things we should discuss before you decide. I think we should talk."

"Come to dinner tonight." I said. "I'll cook."

"Vicki, I hope your answer is yes."

"See you tonight Dad."

Dad walked in about seven, just as I was laying the table. He walked in and gave me a quick hug as he passed me the bottle of red wine. "Smells great, what are we having?"

Nothing special Dad, soup for starters, then some garlic mushrooms and beef for the main."

"Good god, I will never fit through the door."

He opened the wine as I ladled out the soup. We shared a little toast as we sipped our wine. "Okay Dad, I got a feeling you were concerned about me coming to work for you."

He scowled a little as he sampled the soup, dipping his bread crust into the steaming broth. "Damn, this is good Vicki." He said in a very complimentary tone. "I have no concerns, not about you. It was more whether you would still be interested after I give you my latest news."

"Okay, why would I be concerned?"

He cleared his throat, after another spoonful of the delicious soup. "On Monday, I took on a new account manager. If you come to work with me, you will have to work with her."

I felt the weight, settle on my shoulders. He didn't have to say anything else. I knew exactly who he meant.

"I see, when does she start?"

"Already has, I'm afraid Vicki."

"Shit..."

"I'm sorry if ...