At the Top Pt. 5 – Plain Pride – Clare

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Bathed in morning sunshine in her bathroom, Clare checked her makeup and hair in the wall of mirrored cupboards above her sink. Finding zero flaws, she moved to the full-length mirror to measure her hemline. The sharp senior executive in a black miniskirt suit met her expectations.It wasn’t her bathroom; it was his. However, if occupation counted, she’d taken over. Living miles high in the sky for the past two weeks, only the glorious white freestanding bath had prevented her from parading naked near the floor-to-ceiling window. Bare feet savoring the cool marble floor, she padded onto the warm wooden floor of their bedroom.She’d woken above a rounded view of the city. Gliding her fingers past the bedside panel, she’d ordered the twenty-foot cream curtains to recede, waking to peaceful sunlight in his epitome of luxury.Removers had brought her essential stuff to his penthouse. His armada of suits occupied only twenty percent of his vast closet space. She was still emptying her boxes, finding homes for clothes and treasured personal possessions. She’d stopped asking his opinion. He was easygoing about her invasion of his space.She’d kept a foot in both camps. Should his four-bedroom penthouse shrink, her one-floor walk-up with high ceilings awaited her. Her newfound relationship conflicted with her cherished independence. She hadn’t resolved her puzzle yet, but retreat remained a valid option.Carrying her heels, she descended the floating glass stairs. The glass sidewall Acıbadem Escort permitted an unobstructed view of the vast open-plan apartment. Couches gathered near the floor-to-ceiling glass appeared tiny. The dark oak ten-seater dining table was a distant speck.Waiting by his penthouse door, Mark slid his iPhone from his black Armani suit as his girlfriend floated down the glass stairs in a jet-black miniskirt suit. Reviewing the email they’d drafted together, he sent it to all staff. Good morning,Clare and I are living together. It began six incredible weeks ago. Work romance brings inevitable complexity, so we needed space to figure it out.Best regards,Mark Arriving together, she smiled as he swung his black S-Class Mercedes into the parking garage below FMI’s office tower. As the elevator slid open on level forty, their Chief Financial Officer, Barbara, nodded, “Well done, you two.”Several female co-workers hovered near Clare’s office. As they dragged her away for coffee and details, Mark smiled.Janice peered around his glass office door. “Are you free?”“Sure,” he said.A finance executive in line for Vice President, he respected her for pitching him. Barbara had proposed two outstanding candidates for the senior role, one male, one female.Clare returned. Observing Janice leaving Mark’s office, she asked, “Did she pitch you?”“Mmm,” he replied.“She’s the best choice.” Bright, decisive and diplomatic, Janice outstripped Acıbadem Escort Bayan her male rival.He nodded. Janice’s sincere pitch had complicated his decision. On Wednesday he promoted Janice’s experienced male co-worker to vice-president of finance, reporting to Barbara, their CFO.Following his announcement, Clare cornered him. “You got it wrong. Janice is exceptional.”He declined to discuss it. His decision was final. Murmurs of dissent showed Clare wasn’t alone in her opinion.Several coffees failed to arrive over the following days. Withholding his caffeine showed her outrage. Janice had bitched about his decision, convincing Clare she’d been wronged.Pleased to reach Friday, he received another angry lecture about female empowerment, driving home.He stuck to his line, “I’ve made my decision.”With everyone else, it worked. Clare listed Janice’s accomplishments, skills, and character traits. When he refused to bite, she called him a hateful misogynist as they parked under their penthouse.In the kitchen, he began salad prep. Her agitation grew as she fought for Janice’s corner. “You preferred a male vice president.”“He’s the best man for the job,” he replied, stepping straight into her trap.“That’s it. He’s a man.” She snatched at his words, chucking them back in fury.Regretting his word choice, he said, “No. He’s talented. I expect him to perform well.”Her rage peaked. “Why won’t you explain your decision to me? Why Escort Acıbadem are you being a total cunt?” she yelled. The second it escaped her mouth, her shoulders collapsed. She’d crossed the line. Deflated and shocked by her words, she stood stock still and fell silent.He stared at her, saying nothing.“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I can’t believe I said that.”He’d taken loads of grief for his unexpected business decision, but in his kitchen it had boiled over. Salad prep abandoned, his silent face thundered anger.Small gold Tiffany hoops framed her guilty face. She wasn’t worthy of her sensational patterned micro skirt, black sweater, and stylish tall boots.“You need whipping, Clare.”She stared at her feet, reluctant to meet his gaze.“Look at me,” he demanded.She obeyed.He fixed her with his gaze. Their personal and professional relationship had collided. Although inevitable, he’d hoped it wouldn’t be this epic. “I don’t tell you everything. I’m not required to justify my decisions to you. For the sake of peace between us, I’ll explain. But you don’t deserve to know.” He forced his fierce stare into her face to ensure she understood. “Janice asked me to promote her co-worker and to understand when she bitched about it. Appears she was convincing.”“Why?” she asked, stunned.“Because she doesn’t wish to report to her lover. Your friend is gay. I trust you to respect that confidence for eternity, as she requested of me.”She stared at him, aghast. “Nothing will pass my lips. I’m so sorry.”“Good,” he said, holding her eye. “I’m going to whip you.” He listed with his fingers. “Attitude, rudeness, arrogance and a complete loss of self-control.”Shame engulfed her. She’d undermined his professional and private authority. A dreadful whipping was the absolute least she deserved.

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