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Jul. 30th, 2016 07:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
iniquiticity alex has decided he has earned a required. he has just finished and reported a spectacular presentation, in which he discussed how much money they made in great, extravagant detail, because they are amazing and incredible and rolling in money and excellent (and, more importantly, he has a bonus tied to this shit), and he said, in very small letters, for a very small amount of time in a very mutilated chart, that there has been some low-level churn they are trying to discuss. they are legally obligated to discuss it, like drug side effects, but alex is very capable of saying it in a small voice very quickly. no one talks about the churn and everyone asks about how much money they’ve made, and everyone is very impressed, and tells washington how pleased they are with his leadership even though alex made the whole goddamn thing.
they review the presentation and the meeting in washington’s office and drink washington’s bourbon, which is by far the least offensive whiskey alex has ever had, even if he actually doesn’t like whiskey. he’s not going to say know to washington’s fancy liquor.
“that was a pretty good presentation,” alex says, and he keeps his eyes on washington’s mouth, making his desire evident. “i might be inspired to be that good again if something’s in it for me.”
“what, like the check i’m about to write you?” washington asks, pulling his checkbook from his desk.
“you know what i want,” alex says. washington looks at him, even. “bend me over this fucking desk and fuck me. within an inch of my life, if i had my say.”
washington watches him for a long time. alex has long-trained himself not to squirm, but washington tests him. tests him in every way, physically, emotionally. drives him to be better, drives him to know more. drives him to do and do and do until he breaks. washington pulls one of his business cards from the holder on his desk and writes something, then picks up both the card and the check. he stands up, and tucks them both nonchalantly into alex’s suit jacket pocket.
“I have a meeting with Martha until 6. Make yourself useful.”
washington closes the door to his office behind alex. alex looks at the check, then the card. it’s a hotel, and a name. he smirks.
they review the presentation and the meeting in washington’s office and drink washington’s bourbon, which is by far the least offensive whiskey alex has ever had, even if he actually doesn’t like whiskey. he’s not going to say know to washington’s fancy liquor.
“that was a pretty good presentation,” alex says, and he keeps his eyes on washington’s mouth, making his desire evident. “i might be inspired to be that good again if something’s in it for me.”
“what, like the check i’m about to write you?” washington asks, pulling his checkbook from his desk.
“you know what i want,” alex says. washington looks at him, even. “bend me over this fucking desk and fuck me. within an inch of my life, if i had my say.”
washington watches him for a long time. alex has long-trained himself not to squirm, but washington tests him. tests him in every way, physically, emotionally. drives him to be better, drives him to know more. drives him to do and do and do until he breaks. washington pulls one of his business cards from the holder on his desk and writes something, then picks up both the card and the check. he stands up, and tucks them both nonchalantly into alex’s suit jacket pocket.
“I have a meeting with Martha until 6. Make yourself useful.”
washington closes the door to his office behind alex. alex looks at the check, then the card. it’s a hotel, and a name. he smirks.