Chapter 34: The Aftermath
"I can live in this place," Rick sat comfortably behind a massive desk in his newly established office, his boots were lazily kicked up onto the expensive wood.
The office was incredibly spacious, with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the entire city. And the best thing, it was directly across the hallway from the Chairwoman’s suite.
Rick casually swirled a glass of vintage amber whisky in his hand, as he looked at the terrified executives rushing past his glass doors, fully aware that a single word from him could shatter their entire careers.
Suddenly, the heavy oak doors of his office swung open, shattering the quiet atmosphere of the room.
Victoria stepped into the office, flanked by two massive, highly trained bodyguards, as her cold, mature aura instantly filled the room.
She was perfectly styled in a tight, black pencil skirt that hugged her wide hips, and a white silk blouse that struggled to contain her heavy, mature breasts.
Despite her son being beaten into a bloody mess, she did not scream or yell like a common shrew.
Victoria elegantly waved her hand, as she silently dismissed her bodyguards, forcing them to step outside and close the heavy doors behind them.
She stood alone in the center of the office, radiating a suffocating, icy authority, as she glared directly at Rick with her sharp, predatory eyes.
"Can you tell me why you did that?" Victoria asked Rick without beating around the bush.
"Why I did what?" Rick shrugged, not even looking away from his wine glass.
"We are both mature enough to not play this game," Victoria asked calmly, her voice dripping with absolute frost, as she crossed her arms beneath her heavy chest.
She already knew Tristan was a spoiled, arrogant brat who constantly caused trouble, but she absolutely would not tolerate a public beating of her own flesh and blood in the lobby of her own hotel.
Rick did not even stand up to greet her, as he took a slow, deliberate sip of his expensive whisky, completely ignoring her intimidating aura.
"Your son... He is a piece of useless trash," Rick stated directly, as he placed his glass down onto the mahogany desk with a heavy thud.
"He needed to learn a very painful lesson about the new management," Rick continued lazily, a dark smirk stretching across his face, "because you did not do your job the right way, I had to step in."
"Because if I did not discipline him, he would eventually offend someone who would just kill him."
Victoria’s manicured finger nails dug sharply into her palms, since hearing a young punk disrespect her son so brazenly made her blood boil with pure anger. But what could she do? He was not wrong.
She took a confident step forward, stepping right up to the edge of his massive desk, as she leaned over slightly to assert her absolute dominance.
Because of her forward posture, the top buttons of her silk blouse strained heavily, perfectly framing her deep, pale cleavage right in front of Rick’s eyes.
"You might have miraculously acquired fifty percent of the controlling stakes in this hotel," Victoria warned coldly, as she narrowed her eyes, completely refusing to back down against this arrogant youth.
"But do not forget who truly runs this empire," she sneered softly, her voice echoing with decades of ruthless business experience. "I still control the board of directors, and I have the loyalty of every executive in this building. You are just a ghost who bought his way in, so do not think you can just step on my family without facing severe consequences."
Rick looked at her mature curves, as a dangerous, predatory glint flashed in his deadpan eyes, because he found her arrogant struggle incredibly amusing.
He slowly pulled his boots off the desk, as he stood up to his full height, instantly towering over the Chairwoman.
Rick walked around the desk, stepping right into Victoria’s personal space until their bodies were merely inches apart.
Victoria instinctively wanted to take a step back, but her massive ego refused to show weakness, as she tilted her chin up to maintain eye contact with him.
Rick looked her up and down slowly, completely undressing her mature, curvy body with his intense gaze, making Victoria feel entirely exposed.
He leaned his head down, stopping right next to her ear, as he took a deep sniff of her neck.
"Your perfume... It smells so nice," Rick whispered, his deep voice vibrating against her pale skin, "But why do I smell something else... Something desperate from you?"
"Keep your distance from me, boy," Victoria hissed through her teeth, as she glared at him with narrowed eyes, "Or I will make sure you regret even setting foot in this place."
[Ding!]
A sharp, mechanical chime echoed directly inside Rick’s skull, completely ignoring the tense atmosphere in the room.
[System Notification: The God of Mischief is highly entertained by your absolute disrespect for the MILF Chairwoman!]
[New Quest Triggered: Conquer the Corporate Queen!]
[Objective: Build immense sexual tension. Break through her icy facade and make her think about your touch when she leaves this room!]
[Rewards: 2000 Mischief Points, +10 Romance Radar, +15 Carnal Calibrator (Victoria)]
[Penalty for Failure: The system will broadcast a highly embarrassing fake audio of you crying for your mother to the entire hotel lobby!]
Rick looked at the glowing blue screen, as a wicked, unapologetic smirk stretched across his face, since this system always gave him the most entertaining tasks.
He did not step back from Victoria, as he raised his right hand and reached directly toward her chest.
Victoria’s eyes widened in sheer panic, fully expecting him to grab her breasts, but Rick simply pinched the collar of her white silk blouse.
He gently adjusted the fabric, as his rough knuckles deliberately grazed against the incredibly soft, pale skin of her exposed neck.
An involuntary shiver violently wrecked through Victoria’s body, as the sheer heat radiating from his large hand sent a massive electric shock straight down her spine.
"We are going to be working very closely together, Chairwoman," Rick stated in a low, dominant tone, completely ignoring her furious glare.
He trailed his fingers slowly down her collarbone, leaving a burning sensation on her jade-like skin, "So you better get used to my methods, because I am not going anywhere."
Victoria slapped his hand away, as her cheeks suddenly turned pink and her heart began to beat against her chest like a wild drum.
"Do not push your luck, Rick," Victoria warned breathlessly, trying desperately to regain her freezing corporate persona, "You don’t want to mess with me."
She immediately turned on her high heels, her wide hips swaying rapidly, as she elegantly stormed out of the office, slamming the doors shut behind her.
Rick watched her leave, as the system chimed in his head.
[Ding!]
[Quest Completed: Conquer the Corporate Queen!]
[Objective: Build immense sexual tension. Break through her icy facade and make her think about your touch when she leaves this room!]
[Rewards: 2000 Mischief Points, +10 Romance Radar, +15 Carnal Calibrator (Victoria)]
"She must really be lonely."