Ethan, tall with a sharp sense of style, is the more outgoing of the two. He has a natural charisma that clients find appealing. With a background in finance and a keen eye for detail, he exceled in client relations and business development. Ethan’s confidence and persuasive skills had been key in attracting high-profile clients to the firm. Outside of work, he enjoyed networking at social events, playing tennis, and exploring gourmet restaurants. Despite his busy schedule, he always finds time to spend three afternoons in a local very exclusive city gym. He kept very fit.
Marcus, on the other hand, is slightly shorter with a more reserved manor. He had a quiet intensity and a knack for solving complex problems. With a background in economics and a degree in law, Marcus handled the firm’s more challenging cases. His methodical approach and ability to stay calm under pressure had earned him a reputation for reliability and expertise. In his free time, Marcus enjoyed reading, playing chess, and going for long runs. Also passionate about technology and often exploring new software that could benefit the firm’s operations. He loved to be out on a long run where he could reflect on the week and the time allowed him to think, often coming up with some of his best ideas.
Together, Ethan and Marcus complemented each other perfectly. Ethan’s extroverted nature and business acumen balanced Marcus’s introverted personality and analytical skills. Their partnership was built on mutual respect and a shared vision for their firm’s success. They lead a team of dedicated professionals; they’d brought in some of the highest achievers giving them junior partnerships in this, one of the city’s top firms and it has meant that between them they still have total control of the firm.
Despite their demanding careers, both men manage to maintain a healthy work-life balance. They valued their independence and enjoyed their bachelor lifestyles, often traveling for leisure or business. Their friendship extends beyond the office, and they frequently spend weekends together, whether it’s catching a football match, going on a hiking trip, or just relaxing over an incredible meal at an exclusive restaurant in any one of the capital cities around the world.
With 10 minutes to go Ayanna went to the loo, ‘God’ did she need to pee. She checked her smart outfit, she had on a grey wool business suit, the skirt finished below her knee and was very tight, she did like to show off her gorgeous round ass, she’d always felt it was her sexiest feature, a small white delicate blouse, underneath a white lace bra and a pair of very red Brazilian panties to help highlight her round ass when, later, she undressed in front of Alexander. She also wore a pair of expensive nylon hold-ups. She smoothed the skirt down her legs checked her hair and then headed for the lift for her meeting.
Arriving upstairs on the 34th floor, stepping out of the lift, into a very large reception with one large oak desk directly a head, this was where Arabella ruled her domain. To the right of her desk were two large conference rooms where Ayanna had been for a few important company meetings. To the left were the Senior Partners office suites. She’d only been in there twice, once when she first joined the company and the second time when she received a small promotion and an extra 2000 per year.
One small mystery for her was the offices below were large with big open plan areas and then private offices for the other junior partners and some senior managers, and up hear there were very few rooms. Unless the Senior Partners had hidden rooms for their own pleasure, she smiled to herself about her little joke, what was the rest of the space used for.
“Good, Miss Johnson, of course, very prompt, please sit down I’m sure they will be ready for you very soon,” Arabella told her.
Arabella Sinclair was the epitome of grace and elegance. Standing at about 5’9″ she had a slender, willowy frame that she maintained impeccably through regular yoga and Pilates. She had a pale complexion and was strikingly beautiful, with almond-shaped blue eyes that exuded confidence and intelligence. She had long, red hair cascading down her shoulders.
Arabella’s features were classic and refined, with high cheekbones, a straight nose, and full, naturally pink lips that often curled into a poised and professional smile. She had an innate sense of style, favoured elegant, tailored outfits that accentuate her figure while remaining appropriate for the corporate environment. Her wardrobe consisted of high-end designer brands, often accessorized with understated yet luxurious jewellery.
It was another ten minutes before Ethan Carrington popped his head out through the door, “Please send Miss Johnson in, Arabella you may go home, it wasn’t a request, it was an order.
Ayanna stood up, “Good afternoon, Mr. Carrington,” and walked a little shakily to the door, Ethan was holding it open for her, inside the elegant wood panelled office, at a very large desk sat Marcus Whitfield. “Good afternoon, Mr. Whitfield,” Ayanna nodded politely. The two men took in the sight of this stunningly beautiful young woman dressed immaculately but in a way that managed to show off her beautiful shapely body, especially he skirt that show off her firm round full ass.
The office had been completely done out with rich oak panelling like a very expensive 19th century stately home, which contrasted starkly with the large floor to ceiling windows behind the desk. Marcus waved her to sit in one of the elegant upright chairs in front of the desk, as she walked over to take her seat, she noticed a large burly security guard standing at the side of the office, which she found very disconcerting. The whole situation made her very nervous. She sat on one of the chairs smoothing her skirt down to ensure it did not ride to high up her legs, she was now very anxious about what this could be all about.
She sat here in the office, one young black woman with three older white men. Marcus barely acknowledged her; he sat and just watched her almost staring.
It all felt a little strange and overwhelming she was becoming more and more nervous every second. She really wanted to go to the loo again.
Ethan came over and stood alongside the desk and looked at Ayanna as well, “OMG!” Thought Ayanna, “Will they just tell me what’s this about.”
“Miss. Johnson, we have a very difficult situation to deal with here,” Marcus laid a sheet of paper in front of the young woman. It was a copy of a bank statement, and it was a bank account in her name. Ayanna looked closely not understanding why they had a copy of a bank statement in her name from a bank that she didn’t bank with. She looked closer and saw the account held nearly 500, 000.
“I don’t understand,” Ayanna questioned the two men looking up at one and then the other both looking down at her expecting some kind of reaction, “This can’t be my bank account, I don’t bank there. I have an account with Natwest.”
“This definitely is your account, Miss Johnson. We’ve had our lawyers check and double check. The account is in your name, and it is registered at your parent’s address,” Ethan explained, “We’ve now been looking into this situation for nearly two months and collecting all the evidence. For six months you’ve been syphoning a little amount of money from many different accounts and as you can see you’ve now built up nearly half a million, you’ve stolen from our clients. Not only is this theft but from our point of view it seriously endangers our reputation and our business that Marcus and I have spent our lives building very successfully.”
“No, I don’t understand, this isn’t mine,” Defended Ayanna, tears welling up in her eyes, she couldn’t believe this. She’d never seen this bank account before, “it wasn’t hers,” She thought, “why were they doing this to her, what had she ever done to them?”
“It doesn’t matter how much you try and deny this, Miss Johnson,” Marcus told the poor girl, pointing to a thick pile of papers, “This is all the evidence of what you’ve been doing and how you’ve been doing it. You are in a lot of trouble Miss. Johnson. We wanted to speak to you first and ask you why? Why are you so willing to try and destroy all our hard work?”
“No, I haven’t done this, this isn’t mine,” Ayanna was crying now, she was actually becoming quite scared. This was a nightmare, she loved her job, she loved where she worked, and she always worked very hard for the firm.
“You can deny it all you want, we have all the evidence we need; you will be going to prison for a very long time,” It was Ethan again piling on the pressure, “It is indisputable what you have done, especially now we have a copy of your bank statement it shows where all the money has been hidden. We just wanted to speak to you before we took all of this to the police, and ask you why? Why steal from us? We get this is a lot of money for someone like you, but we paid you very well and you were on a terrific career path. Is it just greed?”
“No, no, no. I didn’t do this, I would never do this. I love my job,” Ayanna was sobbing now. She just didn’t get this; it made no sense. She grabbed the bank statement and looked over every detail trying to find the mistake to see her name spelt wrong, the wrong address. But no, it was all correct, she was an intelligent woman, and she knew very much about bank statements, this looked real and correct. BUT IT WASN’T HERS! “Please, I don’t understand, this isn’t mine, I’ve never seen this before.”
“You greedy little bitch, you can carry on denying this all you want, you’re going to have a very long time in prison thinking this over,” Marcus spat out.
“Calm down, Marcus,” Ethan told his partner, she obviously wants to learn the hard way. Turning back to Ayanna, “Do you know what it’s going to be like for a young black woman, ex-convict, when you get out of prison, you’ll be very lucky if you will even be allowed to fold clothes for Primark. You are a nasty little thief, and we are going to ensure you get a very long prison sentence. You know better than anyone that we have the very best lawyers working for us right here.”