The Feminist Tamed (closed for SalesGirlAnna)

[TheLostWriter]

Grant Hawthorne always wore a suit. And his suit was always custom tailored by Giovetti's. If the cut wasn't perfect, the shade of gray just right, he wouldn't accept it. And despite Giovetti having spent a small fortune in acquiring the material from Italy, having cut and sewn to Mr. Hawthorne's specifications, and presenting it to him at his residence, he would send him back, and have him start again. From scratch.

"This won't do Giovetti. But you're almost there. Next time, a little less slack on the side panels."

Giovetti graciously bowed out of Grant Hawthorne's office. As he left Mr. Hawthorne's residence his assistant turned to him with furrowed brow.

"What an ass that Hawthorne character, eh?" He snarked.

Giovetti stopped short and without a moment's pause slapped his assistant up side th face.

"Never!" He snapped. "Never speak ill of Mr. Hawthorne. He takes good care of us, and he deserves the best."

The assistant cringed, rubbing his face as he nodded, and the two of them got into Giovetti's car and left.

Grant watched from the open french doors on the second floor of his residence as Giovetti and his assistant left, and Giovetti had exhibited his loyalty to him. Grant smiled. That he would get everything he wanted - his way - was taken for granted. That wasn't what made Grant Hawthorne. What made Grant Hawthorne, was that he commanded people's loyalty - and fiercly. Their willingness to do whatever was needed for him, was the prize that he sought, and obtained. The most beautiful thing about the whole matter was, that Grant rarely needed to coerce people to do so. There was something in his speech, in his movements, that demanded respect - that commanded others to honor his power. He had the charisma, the charm, the right combination of care and disregard that made him utterly intriguing and irresistible to people. The fact that he was one of the wealthiest men in the world had something to do with it as well, of course. But there were many wealth men despised by others hearts', though greeted by smiling faces. Grant Hawthorne didn't care about faces. He wanted hearts. And he had them. Always.

And when Grant met someone who resisted him... this was his excitement - his sport. The sport of submitting the few who wouldn't submit. That was Grant Hawthorne's game of choice. And that was the game that he'd begin to play at his next business meeting.

Grant went inside and got ready. Today was going to be a good day.

 

[SalesGirlAnna]

Name: Annabelle Stewart
Age: 37
Hair: Long Red Hair
Height 5' 5"
Weight: 110 lbs.
Breasts: 38 B
Body type: Slender but toned

Annabelle grew up in a Upper Middle Class family. She was an only child and her parents loved her very much. She was friends with just about everyone in school and very popular. She got very good grades in school and was able to get a full scholarship to Harvard. She graduated from the business school when she was 22 and now 15 years later she owned her own very successful company. Her company sold and serviced computers to other companies.

She had it all all... her own business, a gorgeous apartment atop a new uptown development, friends and smarts. Some might say she didn't have it all because she didn't have a man in her life. But to her she didn't need a man to make her life complete. She detested the idea of settling down and starting a family.

Despite being a strong, independent woman, she couldn't help but be nervous about her meeting with Grant Hawthorne. She had no idea what he wanted. He had contacted her and requested a meeting. When one of the wealthiest men in the world wants to meet with you... you meet with them.

Annabelle was wearing a navy blue blazer, a matching knee length skirt, white stockings, 2" black Mary Jane pumps, a pearl necklace and earrings. Her long red hair was in a braid that reached to the top of her butt. She was sitting at her desk going over some reports while waiting for Grant Hawthorne to arrive.