Chapter 36: Taming the Chairwoman
"God! This feels so good," Rick leaned in to the soft sofa as he looked at the clock on the wall that showed that it was already past midnight.
Right now, Rick was relaxing in the penthouse of the Peninsula hotel after a day of tiring work.
"To finally work after being unemployed," Rick helplessly sighed as he looked around the penthouse, "It is definitely tiring."
"But I can get used to this."
Rick absolutely refused to go back to his depressing, rundown apartment. Even after all this money, would it make sense to go back there? And face Emily? Not a chance.
Now that he owned fifty percent of this big and luxurious seven star hotel, he simply claimed the most expensive penthouse suite for himself.
Well, he did not really care if somebody was using the penthouse at thius moment, he simply wanted them gone. But good thing, the room was empty.
So he just ordered the terrified hotel staff to immediately clean the massive penthouse, while he took a long, hot shower and comfortably slipped into a premium black silk robe.
Rick poured himself a full glass of vintage amber whisky, as he walked over to the sleek executive intercom mounted on the wall.
He had just asked the hotel staff who delivered the whicky about Victoria and he was surprised to know that the workaholic MILF was still sitting in her office frantically trying to investigate his background.
"Try all you want. You won’t find anything useful," Rick smiled as he pressed the buttons for the line directly connecting to the Chairwoman’s office, "So let me help you out a bit."
The intercom ranfg for a couple of rings before it was picked up.
"Hello," A tensed voice answered from the other side of the phone.
"Come up to the penthouse immediately, Victoria," Rick commanded through the speaker, keeping his voice flat and dominant, leaving absolutely no room for negotiation. "We need to have an urgent business strategy meeting regarding the future operations of my hotel."
Victoria was completely exhausted, as her perfectly styled hair was slightly coming loose from its strict bun, but her ego refused to let a young brat order her around like a common servant.
"It is well past midnight, Mr. Smith," Victoria replied coldly through the intercom, completely rejecting his ridiculous demand, "Any business strategy can wait until tomorrow morning."
"I did not ask for your schedule, Victoria," Rick sneered lazily, taking another slow sip of his whisky, "I said come up here right now, If you don’t I will simply veto every single operational budget, every single decision of yours going forward."
"You... You can’t do this!" Victoria hissed fiercely, "You cannot just disrupt the operations of my hotel just because I refuse to entertain your childish late-night games!"
"I own fifty percent of this empire, so I can do whatever the fuck I want," Rick stated ruthlessly, completely crushing her arrogant struggle without a second thought, "You have exactly five minutes to walk through my doors, or you can watch your precious fifteen-year legacy burn to ashes."
Victoria gritted her teeth so hard her jaw genuinely ached, but she was could not do anything. This lunatic truly held the power to destroy her entire life’s work.
"I am on my way," Victoria spat bitterly, as she aggressively slammed the intercom.
Ten minutes later, the heavy double doors of the penthouse suite clicked open, as Victoria elegantly stepped into the dimly lit room, carrying a thick leather portfolio in her hands.
She was still wearing her tight black pencil skirt and crisp white silk blouse, as her mature, wide hips swayed slightly with every step, but her ice-blue eyes were glaring with deep, suppressed irritation.
Rick did not stand up to greet her, as he sat lazily on the massive, expensive leather sofa, taking a slow sip of his whisky, looking at her with the calculating eyes of an apex predator inspecting his prey.
"Now was it so hard?" Rick grinned looking at Victoria.
"Why have you called me?" Victoria crossed her arms over her chest, "I don’t have time to waste."
"Sit down," Rick said pointing directly to the empty space right next to him on the leather cushions.
Victoria gritted her teeth, as she wanted to sit in the single armchair across from him to maintain a professional distance, but his commanding aura was too heavy, forcing her to swallow her massive ego and sit exactly where he pointed.
[Ding!]
A sharp, mechanical chime suddenly echoed directly inside Rick’s skull, completely cutting through the tense silence of the penthouse.
[System Notification: The Ice Queen is sitting right beside you, completely defenseless in your territory!]
[New Quest Triggered: Shatter the Queen’s Armor!]
[Objective: Completely break down her arrogant professional composure. Force a physical submission tonight and make her beg like a cheap slut!]
[Rewards: 3000 Mischief Points, +$1,000,000 Cash,]
[Penalty for Failure: Your cock will shrink by exactly three inches permanently!]
Rick read the glowing blue prompt floating in his vision, as his deadpan eyes widened slightly, because the God of Mischief was throwing absolutely massive, heaven-defying rewards at him, while simultaneously threatening him with the most terrifying penalty imaginable.
’That old bastard... Fuck are all gods these perverted?’ Rick thought to himself as he immediately mentally swiped the screen away, as a dangerous, hungry glint flashed in his eyes, since there was absolutely no way in hell he was going to fail this quest.
"Work can wait. Have a drink first," Rick leaned forward and poured Victoria a glass of the whisky, as he deliberately slid much closer to her on the sofa, rubbing his thigh against her black skirt.
Victoria instantly stiffened, as she felt the intense heat radiating from his body, quickly trying to open her thick leather portfolio to desperately maintain her corporate shield.
"Mr. Smith, regarding the financial quarter..." Victoria started, trying to keep her voice freezing and professional.
But Rick did not even let her finish the sentence, as he slapped the portfolio right out of her grasp, slamming it shut and tossing it carelessly onto the hardwood floor, sending a few loose papers scattering across the room.
"You..." Victoria gasped in shock, as she turned to glare at him with fury, offended by his thuggish behavior, "What do you think you are doing?!"
"We are not talking about numbers tonight, Victoria," Rick stated smoothly, as he wrapped his arm along the back of the sofa, leaning his face dangerously close to her neck. "We are going to talk about your son, Tristan, because that boy is a wild horse with absolutely no reins."
Victoria’s chest heaved heavily, straining the buttons of her white blouse, as her maternal instincts flared up violently, completely refusing to let this arrogant youth insult her own flesh and blood.
"Tristan is none of your concern," Victoria hissed coldly, trying to lean away from his suffocating presence, "I will handle his discipline personally, so you do not need to overstep your boundaries."
"You clearly have not disciplined him at all," Rick sneered, as he reached out and grabbed her chin between his fingers, forcing her to look into his eyes, "To be honest. I think before you discipline him... Someone needs to discipline you."
Victoria frowned at his words, "What did you say?"
[Ding!]
[System Lore Unlocked: Target’s Hidden Background!]
[Victoria’s husband is the useless, spoiled son of a powerful government minister. He is a pathetic gambling addict who had three of his fingers violently chopped off by loan sharks exactly nineteen years ago!]
[He pretends to run a massive construction business, but he is a completely incompetent piece of trash, since his powerful father has to constantly use his deep government connections to pull him out of massive financial messes and cover up his illegal blunders!]
[He also openly cheats on Victoria with cheap, dirty escorts, and she knows absolutely everything about his filthy habits!]
[Because of his pathetic nature and massive gambling debts, Victoria completely banned him from her bed nineteen years ago, meaning her jade-like body has been entirely untouched and frustrated for nearly two decades! They are practically strangers living in the same mansion!]
Rick read the sudden influx of hidden information, as a wicked, ruthless laugh vibrated deep in his chest, because the system had just handed him the ultimate weapon to completely shatter her massive, untouchable ego.
"Your son... He acts like a piece of useless trash because he lacks a real father figure to beat some basic manners into his thick skull." Rick said casually caressing the edge of her lips.
Victoria tried to slap his hand away, as her face flushed pink with embarrassment.
"Maybe I need to take that place."
"I will be a good father to him."
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