“And; because one of you dumb ass, mother fuckers screwed the pooch on this bidding; guess what … our main business rival, the Luminary Group, wound up acquiring four hotels from right under our noses! … While, the rest of you worthless shitheads let one of your colleagues screw it all up!”
A deafening silence befalls the conference room; and, I’m finding myself growing even more tired of looking at these useless assholes … so, I’m thinking I better wrap this meeting up quickly; or else, I’m going to start pounding my fist down on their heads, instead of the table.
“Needless to say, whoever fucked this up can considered their ass fired, as of right now; and, might as well start packing your shit up, and head for the nearest exit.”
I start to storm out of the room; but, just before exiting … keeping my back turned to them, so I don’t have to look at their pathetic faces … I inform all of them; in a foreboding tone…
“Hmm … just wait and see where the decimal point winds up falling in this year’s annual bonuses.”
I stomp out of the conference room; with Phil in close tow behind me. I suddenly stop in my tracks; and, spin about to face him…
“Phil … keep looking into it; and, find out who’s responsible for sabotaging the bid proposal.”
“So; you still think this wasn’t a just a stupid mistake made … that a low bid was deliberately submitted by someone in the company to purposely keep us from getting those hotels?”
“It had to have been done deliberately; or, why else would that Luminary Pack cocksucker have said that, back up in Washington? They knew that we weren’t going to win the bid … which means, they must have someone on the inside conspiring with them. And, I want to find out who that mother fucker is; this way, I can personally dish out the punishment, myself.”
Phil hesitantly inquires, “I’m almost afraid to ask you this; but, … do you have any idea what you might do to them; once you find out who they are?”
“What am I going to do them … well, let’s think about this for a minute; why don’t we? Not only can we kiss those hotels goodbye … but, now we get to stand around with our thumbs up our asses, and suck it up; while, those Luminary Pack sons of a bitches get to legitimately encroach their way into our territory. … Our territory!…
So; if it turns out that the employee behind this was a lousy, stinking human … not only am I going to fire their ass on the spot; but, I’ll also see to it that they’re never able to get another job for the rest of their life.
And; if it turns out to be a pack member … I’ll rip their head off!”
I see a slight, mischievous grin start to emerge on Phil’s face; as he says…
“Well … while I can certainly see you receiving some enjoyment from tearing off their head; I’m sure even you realize that it would only provide you with a short-lived moment of satisfaction. So; if I may be as bold to make a suggestion?”
“What’s that?”
“Instead of administering an instant death sentence; why not make it a lifelong, excruciatingly humiliating punishment of excommunication? Hmm?”
I believe Phil may be onto something here. To a werewolf, there’s nothing more humiliating than being kicked out of your own pack. Not to mention that you would be spending the rest of your miserable life condemned to the demeaning classification of being a rogue. Yes … this sentence can definitely be considered a ‘slow death’, for sure.
Now; a mischievous grin emerges upon my face…
“You’re right, Phil; as much as I do enjoy the rare opportunity to rip off a head … it still does only provide me with a fleeting moment of satisfaction. An excommunication would probably be more satisfying; and, last a lifetime.”
Still displaying a mischievous grin; speaking with a devious undertone…
“I know; right. And, if you ever change your mind about it, one day; you could always hunt them down, and rip off their head for being a rogue.”
My mischievous grin expands…
“You know something, Phil; it’s comments like those that makes me truly understand … and appreciate … why we’ve been best friends for all these years. You really do get me.”
Meanwhile … down in Portland, Oregon, in the Presidential Suite of a hotel owned by the Luminary Group; ‘Madame X’ is in the midst of an after-sex shower.
**’Madame X’s’ POV**
Mmm … nothing like a hot, steamy shower after some hot, steamy sex to relax the body, I always say.
“You could shower all you want; but, you’re still not going to be able to wash away that sex stench if you keep jumping on every dick that’s waved in front of your face. … I mean, really; whore much? I swear, I honestly believe that if being a slut was an Olympic event; you’d have no problem winning the Gold … then; would probably have sex with the Silver and Bronze winners in exchange for their medals, too.”
She’s one to talk. Scarlett … my inner-wolf … is like one of those bitches that you’re stuck hanging around with, that will never hesitate or miss out on the opportunity to say you’re a slut; even though she’s just as whorish, and wants it as bad as you do. Come to think about it; I’d say that about nine times out of ten, she’s the one who initiates my legs to spread open.
Look who’s talking; you’re just as much of a slut, if not more so, than I am. Talk about the pot calling the kettle black. … Besides; most of the sex I have is strictly for business purposes, and not just for pleasure.
“Yeah, yeah; whatever … just be sure to wash up that crotch real good, now. You might even want to consider giving yourself a thorough douching, or two. After all, you’ll be flying out tonight, back down to Los Angeles … and, if you really intend on snatching up Casper Whitmore for yourself; then, you better hurry up and work on cleaning out that snatch of yours.”