Led_Astray
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"God dammit, Rayne, do you even know what department Belker has been promoted to?" yelled David, angry now. Too angry to enjoy the delicious sight of Rayne's rear view, her low-slong jeans
Stupid girl... dammit, I need her to step up and take Belker's place and she'd be bloody good at it too... he though to himself in frustration.
But he might as well have kept his mouth shut, as Rayne ignored him and leaped onto her bike, revving the engine and peeling off into the traffic recklessly.
Shaking his head in bemusement, David headed back to his own bike, reseating his helmet firmly.
Maybe she'll have calmed down in a couple of hours, and I can talk some sense into her at the club. Bobbi will probably help, at that, I bet she would be very keen to have Rayne in charge rather than some other human that might be just as bad as Belker...
***
Soon he was home, the bike securely stowed in the garage. Technically, he still lived with his parents but the building was so large that he could go for days without seeing them. Apart from a connecting hallway his rooms were self-contained and included a kitchen and bathroom - so why would he want to move out?
He hit the shower first, the hot spray sluicing over his body, the built-in detergent jets scouring away the sweat and dead skin and leaving him fresh, glowing, and smelling deliciously of mint. He walked through the dryer slowly, warm and dry by the time he reached the other end, and looked into his expansive - and expensive - wardrobe.
"So... what does a junior floor manager wear to a club?" he mused out loud. He picked out a black t-shirt - designer, but not obviously so - figuring it wouldn't look beyond his means. Slipping on a pair of jersey shorts and the tee, he was about to start looking for pants when the internal com bleeped.
"Hey dad." he called. "Whats up?"
"Just checking to see how you are getting on at work, son." replied a rich, sonorous voice.
"Oh, its interesting.. very interesting. Been doing a little re-organising..."
"So I see... I have the records right here. I'm sure you have your reasons for promoting a man almost immediately after giving him two demerits?"
"Yeah, I..." David stopped short. His father was not keen on GELs (now there is an understatement, he mentally ammended)... could he be relied on to agree to some of his son's planned changes to the way the company treated them? Not yet...
"It's complicated, you'll just have to trust me, Dad." he continued, evasively. "Anyway, I better go. I'm off out."
"Ahh, of course you are. It's a Friday night and you are a young man... just try not to embarrass your mother and I with the usual sort of bimbo you bring home, hmm?" replied the older man, hanging up.
David flushed, chagrined, glad the video circuit hadn't been active. It was true, he'd made some very poor choices of girlfriend in the past... Most of them just trying to get into the lifestyle of the wealthy... He sighed. None of them had been really interested in him, just in his corporate credit limit.
Still, maybe tonight would be different.. but then he shook his head. Tonight would be mostly employees, and as much as he found Rayne attractive - very, very attractive - and Bobbi too, for that matter, getting involved with anyone from work would be a serious mistake, both in his guise of Junior Floor Manager, and in his real life...
Stupid girl... dammit, I need her to step up and take Belker's place and she'd be bloody good at it too... he though to himself in frustration.
But he might as well have kept his mouth shut, as Rayne ignored him and leaped onto her bike, revving the engine and peeling off into the traffic recklessly.
Shaking his head in bemusement, David headed back to his own bike, reseating his helmet firmly.
Maybe she'll have calmed down in a couple of hours, and I can talk some sense into her at the club. Bobbi will probably help, at that, I bet she would be very keen to have Rayne in charge rather than some other human that might be just as bad as Belker...
***
Soon he was home, the bike securely stowed in the garage. Technically, he still lived with his parents but the building was so large that he could go for days without seeing them. Apart from a connecting hallway his rooms were self-contained and included a kitchen and bathroom - so why would he want to move out?
He hit the shower first, the hot spray sluicing over his body, the built-in detergent jets scouring away the sweat and dead skin and leaving him fresh, glowing, and smelling deliciously of mint. He walked through the dryer slowly, warm and dry by the time he reached the other end, and looked into his expansive - and expensive - wardrobe.
"So... what does a junior floor manager wear to a club?" he mused out loud. He picked out a black t-shirt - designer, but not obviously so - figuring it wouldn't look beyond his means. Slipping on a pair of jersey shorts and the tee, he was about to start looking for pants when the internal com bleeped.
"Hey dad." he called. "Whats up?"
"Just checking to see how you are getting on at work, son." replied a rich, sonorous voice.
"Oh, its interesting.. very interesting. Been doing a little re-organising..."
"So I see... I have the records right here. I'm sure you have your reasons for promoting a man almost immediately after giving him two demerits?"
"Yeah, I..." David stopped short. His father was not keen on GELs (now there is an understatement, he mentally ammended)... could he be relied on to agree to some of his son's planned changes to the way the company treated them? Not yet...
"It's complicated, you'll just have to trust me, Dad." he continued, evasively. "Anyway, I better go. I'm off out."
"Ahh, of course you are. It's a Friday night and you are a young man... just try not to embarrass your mother and I with the usual sort of bimbo you bring home, hmm?" replied the older man, hanging up.
David flushed, chagrined, glad the video circuit hadn't been active. It was true, he'd made some very poor choices of girlfriend in the past... Most of them just trying to get into the lifestyle of the wealthy... He sighed. None of them had been really interested in him, just in his corporate credit limit.
Still, maybe tonight would be different.. but then he shook his head. Tonight would be mostly employees, and as much as he found Rayne attractive - very, very attractive - and Bobbi too, for that matter, getting involved with anyone from work would be a serious mistake, both in his guise of Junior Floor Manager, and in his real life...