Floor 208

Aubrianne Ivanov

Aubrianne smiled sheepishly, "Oh goodness, Dani, Good Morning. My weekend was quiet and peaceful," which Daniel found strange. With someone like Jada in a house, how does it be quiet and peaceful?

Aubrianne broke him out of his train of thought when she poked his shoulder and said, "Now tell me, what the hell is going on?"

"Honestly, Aubri, no one expected you to come in today, even this week or at all," Daniel said, shrugging.

'At all?'

Aubrianne's eyes went wide, "Daniel, tell me you are joking?" Daniel chuckled in response to Aubrianne's wide eyes and unbelieving demeanor.

His eyes slid over Aubrianne, 'magnifique' Cassius spoke. Daniel scoffed inwardly at Cassius and asked, 'So he speaks French now?

'Oui je barbote.' Cassius answered, and Daniel rolled his eyes.

Nevertheless, Daniel agreed with Cassius' assessment. Aubrianne looked so cute and hot in her chic business attire, high heels, and hair held together in a low ponytail.

Aubrianne blinked up at him when he said, "No, I am serious."

"And who made that call?" Aubrianne asked, knowing exactly who made that call, but she wanted confirmation.

"Your father," Daniel confirmed her suspicion.

Aubrianne had stormed out of the building, leaving Daniel speechless, staring after her and Jada to wait for her interview. She was going to her Father right now.

He would not be pampering her. She would not be lounging about getting lazy. No, she would work and learn. How dare he assume she would say what? Turn her back on her dreams? Or suddenly want to put that behind her for a while?

Yes, Aubrianne could admit that last week was a week, and by the time she pulled up by her Father's castle, she had simmered down, realizing her Father was just looking out for her.

Trying to think from his point of view, last week was full of revelations and changes; she could understand him thinking she might need a week or two off to come to terms with her new life.

Hell, Aubrianne recalled that she was also wondering at one point if she should go out on Monday, but she purposed to push through. 'Nothing has to change,' she had told herself.

'I can report to work on Monday just as planned.'

Jada Wilson

The morning of the interview, Jada still had not unpacked yet and needed something to wear, so she rummaged through her suitcases, looking for the perfect outfit for the interview.

In her previous line of work, she did not have many work suits, but she was able to pull together a bright green pencil skirt, a white top with white, blue, pink, and green flowers about the top, and used one of Aubrianne's jackets; the jacket was checkered patterned, black, white and grey.

Jada made a mental note to shop for business suits, jackets, pencil skirts, chic casual shirts, etc. Given her business venture, she needed a new wardrobe.

"Jada Wilson," the receptionist at the desk called. After Aubrianne left, Daniel kept her company before going to his floor.

She had only waited another five minutes before the polite and warm receptionist called her name.

"Yes, that is me," Jada said, grabbing her bag and folder with her plans. "Mr. Grey will see you now; take the elevator and head up to floor number two hundred and eight."

The receptionist eyed Jada, "Oh, there isn't anyone at the front desk up there yet, so you can walk right in."

The receptionist down here instructed her with a sweet smile on her face. She was charming, Jada had thought.

Jada reached the floor and stepped off the elevator. There was an option to go left, right, or straight through the glass door in front of her. Recalling what the receptionist downstairs told her, she went through the glass door.

Seeing his Jada, Ivan greets her with arms open wide, "What a sight, so happy you could join me."

Jada looked at him like, 'Didn't we just see each other yesterday?' But walked into his open arms and hugged him tightly.

"Please have a seat," Ivan ushered Jada to the seat in front of his desk, then went around and sat on his chair.

Jada sat down and immediately looked at the interior of Ivan's office. She noticed it was a similar colored pallet to his home. This white, clean, and chic vibes.

She saw a picture frame on his desk with his wife and kids. That blonde-haired beauty must be the deceased wife.

"Lovely office," Jada spoke as she turned and caught Ivan staring at her.

Ivan shrugged, "it's alright. But it can definitely use a female's touch. What do you say?" Ivan moved his eyebrows up and down at her.

"Uhh, we will see," Jada had made a little noise.

"Ok, so we have discussed this already. You know what I am looking for. I need someone to answer the phone, set my appointments, take minutes in meetings, manage my office upstairs, and ensure that we never run out of things like coffee, milk to, stationery, toiletries, etc."

"So my question is, would you, Jada Wilson, be able to start today?" Ivan eyed Jada and got straight to it because he and Jada discussed this job in detail.

Ivan had opened up to her that his kids, especially Daniel, who was with him at the firm, had been pressuring him to get help, plus he wanted her close, so he used the job opening as a way to have her right outside his office Monday to Friday and with that, he had explained all he needed from her job wise.

The only thing was, she never gave him an answer.

Up to now, Ivan did not know if Jada would take the job. She would simply listen and smile at him whenever he brought it up.

"Wow, today, huh?" Jada asked, wondering how she would break the news to Ivan. The truth is she does not want to work here. Not even for a little bit.

Jada wanted to avoid getting sidetracked from her goals. Plus, she already had things to focus on with Aubrianne, like starting her training.

She had thought about this long and hard every time Ivan would bring it up.

In those times, she would smile, nod or say things like, 'I understand, right, or ok, I see.' Never really committing to anything or even adding much.

The next step for her is getting her business off the ground, not being stuck in some Assistant job. It was time to get the ball rolling in her career.

"What would it take for me to convince you?" Ivan asked, a twinkle in his eyes upon seeing her hesitation. What was going through her mind, and why was she worried?

Ivan was reading Jada like a book. But then she got up from her seat and sexily strolled around the office, "Hmmnn, what will it take?" She purrs.

She placed a finger on her chin, one hand on her waist underneath the jacket, revealing her small waistline and ample butt. She turned and looked at him with a devilish smile.

Ivan's nose flared, and his jaw ticked. He scented her arousal and was rock hard the next instant when Jada strolled around his desk.

She hiked up her tight green pencil skirt and sat on his desk before him as she spread her legs, revealing what he was already wondering.

Did she have on any undies? Well, in true Jada's fashion, she wore no panties for this interview.

She glanced down at Ivan's rock-hard member protruding in his pants and got so excited she slid down on his lap, pulled out the D, lifted her body, and slid her soaked heat down on it.

She moaned loudly, and he hissed. However, her loud moans got cut off when Ivan attacked her mouth with hot and hungry kisses. It was quick, hot, and hungry.

Two minutes later, Jada's pvssy milked Ivan's thick meat as she came undone then he soon joined her. She slouched over him, and he held her close as they caught their breath.

After a minute or two, again, Jada sat up, and Ivan stared into her face lovingly as he tucked strands of wayward hair behind her ear, "Is that a yes?" Ivan asked so much hope in his eyes Jada couldn't stand to break his heart.

But she was unwilling to put her plans on hold or try rushing things. Just to what? Have some hot sex in his office? For a man?

Jada slid off him and did her witchy woo cleaning herself and Ivan's D when she said, "No, I would not be able to work with you. Mr. Grey."

Ivan's face morphed into one of utter sadness and confusion. What the hell was going on, and why was she calling him Mr. Grey? "Why? What happened? Why?"

Sighing, Jada returned to her chair, pulled out her folder with her plans, and gave it to Ivan, then said while he browsed through it. "This is my plan when I get settled in TL."

Qui je barbote - Yes I dabble

Magnifique - Magnificent