Climbing the Corporate Ladder
Busy, busy, busy.
These 3 words pretty much sums up my life since Christmas, with my work performance being noted by one of the head honcho from UK, promotion inevitably comes knocking. As you guys have heard about the recent financial slowdown globally, this has somewhat piled up so much more work for me, even I don't have the decent time to find a good fuck!
Anyways, the head honcho who came over for a short visit to review the performance of our work was pretty young. I didn't expect somebody who is in her mid 30s to be able to climb the ladder up in UK that fast! "Damn, she must have slept her way up" was the first thought that came to my mind.
As usual, I was given the job to pick her up when she arrived from the airport, touching down at about 11.55pm. Quite frankly, I was half expecting her to be somewhat average looking, nothing fantastic, very feministic, and a work driver. Imagine my surprise when I saw her walking out from the arrival gates.
She: You Karl?
Me: Hi, Isabelle. How was your flight from Heathrow?
She: Pretty much the same old, as been traveling to other parts of the world.
Me: Let me get your luggage. We shall proceed to the hotel from here.
Walking to the car, I couldn't help but notice, what gorgeous pair of legs she has. How could someone maintain this kind of texture in such a cold country like UK was beyond my comprehension. While loading her luggage into the car boot, she made her way to the backseat. I suppose it was one of her mentality, by treating anyone who is picking her from wherever she is flying to, to be treated as one driver. Scoffing this idea, I decided that, minimizing any form of contact, be it for work or personal, is probably the best idea.
Driving down the PIE, I took a look at her from the rearview mirror to see how she was doing. Dozing off, she emits a certain serenity look, not unlike the previous demeanor showed when I first met her. I suppose, with the duration of the flight, she was probably too tired to think or ask about anything.
Reaching Fullerton only took 10 mins. Traffic was smooth, and best of all, even the traffic lights are in my favour! Pulling up at the driveway, I then turned around to wake her up. Before I could open my mouth, I took another glance at her smooth, silky legs. "Damn, how does she do it?" was another thought that came to my mind.
Me: Isabelle, we are here.
Opening her eyes, she looked around her surrounding and acknowledged my statement, and proceed to get down from the car. Getting her luggage from the boot, and placing them onto the hands of the bellboy, I looked at her and was kind of glad that I do not have to see her anymore in my own leisure time anymore, unless it's for work purpose. We walked to the main lobby, and proceed to check in her room stay.
She: Come up a while, I have got something to hand to you.
"What is so important that she cannot wait to give to me tomorrow during our company staff meeting?" I thought, but then again, I was pretty lazy to ask her the reason, as the first thing I just want to do is to go home to my bed, and sleep.
Moving side by side with her, we proceed up to her room. Upon reaching, we went into her room, and waited for the bellboy to come up with the bags. Viewing around the hotel room, she suddenly said:
She: This room is pretty small, for my liking.
I was like, WTF? Fullerton has got one of the more expensive rooms in the city and yet she is complaining about the size of the room? Just then, the bellboy arrived with her luggage, and she began to find what she said she wanted to pass to me. Quite frankly, at that point of time, her mannerism, together with her coldness attitude, kind of puts me off. I was actually secretly hoping that she does what she needs to do, and get the fuck out of Singapore, so that I do not need to see her anymore.
She : Go through this set of reports and let me know the summary tomorrow morning when we are having our meeting. That's all, you can leave now.
Was all she said when she handed me one file of documents.
I stared at the thickness of the file, and started to flip a few pages to see the amount of content on each page. "Fuck! This is going to take the whole night to finish! There goes my night." I wondered in dismay. Without saying anything, I left her room, and went down to my car, whist staring into the cold, dark night. I was also wondering, what could possibly happen to me while on her brief stay in Singapore.
Little did I know, I have gotten more than what I have bargained for.....
These 3 words pretty much sums up my life since Christmas, with my work performance being noted by one of the head honcho from UK, promotion inevitably comes knocking. As you guys have heard about the recent financial slowdown globally, this has somewhat piled up so much more work for me, even I don't have the decent time to find a good fuck!
Anyways, the head honcho who came over for a short visit to review the performance of our work was pretty young. I didn't expect somebody who is in her mid 30s to be able to climb the ladder up in UK that fast! "Damn, she must have slept her way up" was the first thought that came to my mind.
As usual, I was given the job to pick her up when she arrived from the airport, touching down at about 11.55pm. Quite frankly, I was half expecting her to be somewhat average looking, nothing fantastic, very feministic, and a work driver. Imagine my surprise when I saw her walking out from the arrival gates.
She: You Karl?
Me: Hi, Isabelle. How was your flight from Heathrow?
She: Pretty much the same old, as been traveling to other parts of the world.
Me: Let me get your luggage. We shall proceed to the hotel from here.
Walking to the car, I couldn't help but notice, what gorgeous pair of legs she has. How could someone maintain this kind of texture in such a cold country like UK was beyond my comprehension. While loading her luggage into the car boot, she made her way to the backseat. I suppose it was one of her mentality, by treating anyone who is picking her from wherever she is flying to, to be treated as one driver. Scoffing this idea, I decided that, minimizing any form of contact, be it for work or personal, is probably the best idea.
Driving down the PIE, I took a look at her from the rearview mirror to see how she was doing. Dozing off, she emits a certain serenity look, not unlike the previous demeanor showed when I first met her. I suppose, with the duration of the flight, she was probably too tired to think or ask about anything.
Reaching Fullerton only took 10 mins. Traffic was smooth, and best of all, even the traffic lights are in my favour! Pulling up at the driveway, I then turned around to wake her up. Before I could open my mouth, I took another glance at her smooth, silky legs. "Damn, how does she do it?" was another thought that came to my mind.
Me: Isabelle, we are here.
Opening her eyes, she looked around her surrounding and acknowledged my statement, and proceed to get down from the car. Getting her luggage from the boot, and placing them onto the hands of the bellboy, I looked at her and was kind of glad that I do not have to see her anymore in my own leisure time anymore, unless it's for work purpose. We walked to the main lobby, and proceed to check in her room stay.
She: Come up a while, I have got something to hand to you.
"What is so important that she cannot wait to give to me tomorrow during our company staff meeting?" I thought, but then again, I was pretty lazy to ask her the reason, as the first thing I just want to do is to go home to my bed, and sleep.
Moving side by side with her, we proceed up to her room. Upon reaching, we went into her room, and waited for the bellboy to come up with the bags. Viewing around the hotel room, she suddenly said:
She: This room is pretty small, for my liking.
I was like, WTF? Fullerton has got one of the more expensive rooms in the city and yet she is complaining about the size of the room? Just then, the bellboy arrived with her luggage, and she began to find what she said she wanted to pass to me. Quite frankly, at that point of time, her mannerism, together with her coldness attitude, kind of puts me off. I was actually secretly hoping that she does what she needs to do, and get the fuck out of Singapore, so that I do not need to see her anymore.
She : Go through this set of reports and let me know the summary tomorrow morning when we are having our meeting. That's all, you can leave now.
Was all she said when she handed me one file of documents.
I stared at the thickness of the file, and started to flip a few pages to see the amount of content on each page. "Fuck! This is going to take the whole night to finish! There goes my night." I wondered in dismay. Without saying anything, I left her room, and went down to my car, whist staring into the cold, dark night. I was also wondering, what could possibly happen to me while on her brief stay in Singapore.
Little did I know, I have gotten more than what I have bargained for.....
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