The sound of choppers beating back the air bellows throughout the downtown portion of Petrichor City. Headed towards Syphon Industries. The aircraft touches down on the top of the billion dollar corporate skyscraper, and out of it, Brett Syphon exits. Stepping down onto the helipad with a sense of urgency as he spoke on the phone. Unbuttoning the top of his professor suit, he walks up to the retina scanner on the door leading into the building.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm here. I had to clock out first."
The retina scanner successfully recognizes him, and the door swings open into a stairway. He makes his way down a couple flights of stairs, and eventually to his office which resided on the second from top floor of the building. He hangs up the phone.
"What's so important I had to come back early..? Zen...?"
He looks around his office.
"Ugh! Where were you Brett?"
The frustrated voice of Dr. Syphon's Secretary comes flying towards his direction.
Footsteps from closeby can be heard echoing into the room as the sounds of heavy heels tapped the ground sternly. Zentheya enters the office, glaring at Dr. Syphon with a hardened and displeased stare.
"The meeting is about to begin, you do know that, right?"
Her question is slathered with the sharp, piercing tone of annoyance. The woman was not pleased with the doctor, clearly not giving a care in the world about him being the higher-up between the two of them.
She stands there, still wearing that same disapproving face, her hand on her hip while her head is perked to the side. Zentheya was, to say the least, furious about Brett's timely decisions…
"Okay, okay, calm down..."
He walks over towards her, hanging his suit's top coat up by the door as he does so. He gets closer to her, looking down at her with a sly grin. He couldn't help but adore her attitude, even if she was irritated with him.
"... There's still time, plenty."
He slips a hand behind her neck as he locks eyes with his Secretary. Her presence was alluring to him, as always. She wore expensive perfume with an enthralling scent, and her work outfit – although in uniform, was rather skimpy and revealing in nature. If he was being honest, he only tolerates her demanding and perfectionist attitude because in his eyes…
She's damn hot.
A slight reddened blush can be seen on her face as he approaches her, which only stacks up when he wraps his hand behind her neck.
"Sir, the investors are wai-"
One of Syphon's employees turns the corner to see the two caught in the act.
"..."
He walks off, not planning on saying anything about it or even involving himself with the workplace problem at hand.
"... Okay, maybe there's less time than I thought." He sighs.
Zentheya places her hand in front of his chest and very lightly pushes him away, hissing with flushed embarrassment.
"Oh no, no, no. You don't get to be all 'Dr. Charming Star' with me until we get this meeting dealt with." She asserts, her eyes aimed elsewhere in the office.
She puts down her hand, sighing, before suddenly approaching Brett. Stopping just shy away from physical contact, Zentheya raises her hand and presses her index finger against his chest, then she slides it up against his neck, then grazes it back down his chest.
"I'm going to have a talk with you about your untimely choices after the meeting is over~ Got it?"
Her voice is a mixed apparatus of undeniable frustration and undertone teasing, an interesting and oftentimes uncommon combination of emotions.
"H-Hey..."
He fixes himself up, hiding the embarrassment and readjusting his glasses. For a billionaire super genius, he had to admit that Zen catches him off guard from time to time.
"Right then, let's get going."
Her frustrated face is suddenly warped into an unsettling, wryly smile in an instant, like she knew she got him.
"Good, let's get moving along indeed!~" Zentheya exclaims, walking along with her CEO.
They head down stairs via elevator, and make their way into a meeting room.
Brett sits at the end of the oval table, and an empty seat was beside him for Zentheya. A multitude of men in fancy attire sat gathered around in the room. One in particular, had his closest eye on Brett. Best described as the most expensively dressed individual in the room. Pale skinned, almost as if he wasn't even alive. His sky blue eyed glare was nothing short of piercing, and at the least… Unsettling.
Dr. Syphon gives him a nod of acknowledgement, and a reassuring glace for… An unknown purpose.
"...."
The man remains silent.
Zentheya sits down next to Brett, glaring at the group of what looked to be wealthy men strongly.
Brett's marketing, product, and finance managers get up and begin the pitch. They seemed well coordinated and knowledgeable on every topic they addressed. All thanks to Secretary Zentheya, of course.
Throughout the meeting, Brett takes notes. Heavily interested in the many investment options in the room.
However, as the meeting progresses... He takes notice in the mood of the room changing. The topic is introduced perfectly, leading into the benefits of everyone involved seamlessly. He could tell, interest was starting to take root.
... He hides a maniacal grin behind his notepad.
His smirk however, could not be hidden from Zentheya. His attentive, perfectionist Secretary.
"You're cute, you know that?"
She whispers to him with a slight tilt towards the man.
"Oh, Zen... Can't a man love his job?"
He responds with an honest, low chuckle.
An employee puts a hand on Brett's shoulder, and whispers something to him. He nods his head, and sits back up straight. Paying attention to the pitch. His expression was more serious now, for some reason.
It wasn't hard for Zen to pick up on the sudden shift in his attitude, meaning the business here was about to get more… Noteworthy of her attention.
She sits back up straight, almost imitating him in a way, now zeroing her attention on the subject at hand.
The pitch ends, and the men in the room start silently discussing with each other. Presumably about investment options. Brett carefully reads the room, watching body language and reading lips. He was oddly good at it, and could tell the mood of the room was that everyone was interested in his new potential product.
He glances over at her as many of the men in the room leave their business cards where they sat and gracefully exit the meeting. Zentheya watches as if she was analyzing their entire character down to the slightest attribute. All of them showed it, even if they tried hiding their body language… They were highly interested.
Dyson Dome… is a complete success.
Dr. Syphon couldn't help but be amused by this. What else was to be expected?
As the last of the men exited the room, the door closed, leaving just them alone and without any watchful eyes gazing upon them.
"Now that the meeting is over…" She rotates her chair to Brett, as a crease opens up her lips, revealing a breathtaking and alluring smile.
"Now we can talk about your time management~"
Brett loosens his tie as he taps a button on the desk in front of him. The windows in the room started to tint until they were completely blacked out.
"Oh, really? Tell me Ms. Secretary... Tell me about how messy I am~"
He grins fiendishly, his words slipping through a desire filled clench in his teeth.
Zentheya smirks with pride and glamour, standing up from her seat and then sitting on Brett's lap.
"You take too long, you should learn the habit of being here earlier for business…"
She takes off his tie, then begins unbuttoning his shirt.
"Because I don't like it when my own CEO can't follow the proper steps to ensure the process to perfection is smooth sailing~"
Zentheya reaches to the back of her head and unties her hairband, unfurling her long, luscious, scarlet hair.
Dr. Syphon places his rough hands on the surface of Zentheya's beautifully smooth waist and pulls her closer to him. He looks up at her with desperate, intimate eyes... His pulse is accelerating, and his breath is getting heavier by the moment.
"Oh, really? Tell me more~..."
"You want more?~ Then,"
She begins to suggestively rub the edge of her fingers on his skin, carefully and patiently caressing the soft spots where the nerves were most sensitive.
"Why don't I personally show you what you can do when you arrive early~"
Her eyes were burning with an exciting ferocity, her body language shaking with thrill and wonder.
Zentheya grabs Brett by his collar, pulling his face closer to hers before kissing him passionately, initiating a deeper intimacy...
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