“Ms Mathers,” I said, without looking up from the voting results,“a moment of your time. Close the door. Sit.”
There had to be at least a twenty-five-year age gap between them. She really did stink, but I ignored the revulsion as she sat two seats away.
I texted my security a single word.
Eviction.
“You’ll hand your employee card to my men and leave the premises this morning,” I said calmly.“If you wish to fuck elderly clients, you may do so in your free time.”
I listened as my men’s footsteps scuttled along the hallway.
My eyes flicked over her.
Diamond pendant with matching earrings. Expensive perfume. Designer shoes. Strands of hair loosened from her bun. Her lipstick had been refreshed—but judging by the faint scuffs on her stockings, she’d been on her knees recently.
“But, sir—” she began, just as my security burst through the door.
She was about to deny it—until she met my eyes.
Her mouth closed. She nodded.
And they would call me an animal, Fenrir sniffed.
Indeed, I replied, watching her leave.
???
I stood inspecting Whitaker’s grand reception room—a historical property, old money, and even older interior design. The aging wife excused herself when the silence stretched too long.
I walked toward him.
Without his suit, he looked diminished, slumped in casual slacks and a matching sweater. I handed him my phone.
“Scroll through the pictures,” I said, unzipping my trousers.
He pushed his glasses up, alarm flashing across his face, but he took the phone.
“I could have these published in every major newspaper by tomorrow morning,” I said as I began to urinate on his legs.
He shifted, spreading them apart.
I slowed the stream.
“Put them back, Whitaker. You wanted the pissing contest,” I said, waiting until he complied.
I resumed, the wet streak of urine dripping onto his expensive carpet.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Each splatter ran down his trousers and slippers, pooling on the floor.
His hand trembled as he flicked through a few of the photos.
“I own you. Do not forget your place again,” I said as I finished, giving a brief shake before tucking myself back into my trousers.
