Not So Geekular

Chapter Two: Scott

            Now, I know y'all are wondering where I work and I do apologize for not mentioning earlier; damn voicemail I told you. Straight after college, I managed to snag an assisting job for one of the British top aviation company: Morrison Inc. I was the assistance for the head of the Accounting department and yes, I know you are wondering why I was in a job that dealt with accounting. 'Law' was, indeed, my major subject as I got to Cambridge and it was fun for awhile, but after experiencing other stuff and having various opportunities, my love for 'Law' was diminished and the sudden interest in 'Business Accounting' blossomed.

            Not wasting anytime, I headed straight to my office. My own assistant: Oliver Brown greeted me and followed me in. Placing my coffee and the documents on top of desk, Oliver recited my schedule for today.

            "Lastly, at around 1, we have the monthly meeting to attend to with the boss," he finished telling me the agenda. "Also, Mr. Morrison is requesting your presence. He wants to talk to you about our last month interests and reductions."

            Nodding, I grabbed the file Mr. Morrison was asking for and said, "Thanks Oli" as I headed out.

            Mr. Morrison is the owner – obviously, since this aviation is named after a Morrison, but he's never actually in the office. In his place, his son: Gabriel Morrison takes over since Mr. Morrison is quite old to go anywhere. In fact, I have met Mr. Morrison once and I have to say that he is quite nice old chap who happens to like lemon-squares, his wife, children, and grands, but mostly lemon-squares – his words, not mine. Gabriel Morrison ... What could I say about this man? For one thing, he is much the opposite of his father. Gabriel Morrison is a cruel and ruthless man who intimidates the entire building. Just the glare he gives makes everyone run out of his way, yet, some of the women in the building are very much attracted to the cold boss. Stories been told that Mr. Gabriel never been in a relationship and only did hook-ups; he had some of his fun before his father asked him to run the business since Mr. Morrison was too old and weak. Now, he has no time for fun as he successfully maintains to be the top of aviation companies.

            I was walking into Mr. Gabriel office when suddenly, I heard him yelling loudly and angrily. "What do you mean there was a malfunction in one of the air-craft?! What are those men doing out in their jobs, huh? Playing around? I make sure our air-craft are guarantee safe and well-working; I don't like hearing things like this -," he paused and listened to the other end while I stood in the middle of his office and debated if I should come back later. Sensing a presence in the room, Mr. Gabriel turned around from his outlook window and faced me. He had an angry and annoying look upon his face and instead of dismissing me, he pointed to one of the armchair that faced his desk. "- Find the mistake and get that fix A.S.A.P. Good ... Report back to me once everything is clear. Good day."

            He hanged up the phone and exhaled heavily with a now look of frustration. "I'm sorry you had to hear that, Scott, but I can't let any mistakes happen to our products. We are the top of aviation; we cannot afford to lose that because of lazy arse, ya know?"

            "It's a no problem, sir. We sure cannot fail to lose our standing," I said to him and watched him walk over and closed the ajar door. After a moment of silence between us and he was now standing in front of me as I'm still sitting on the armchair, he leaned down quickly and kissed me ferociously, which caught me off guard at first. Then, I responded to his kiss, giving him my all as he does the same. I tug on his white button-up shirt as I bite his lower lip, begging for entrance. He didn't grant me entrance as I sensed a smirk forming on his lips. He, then, broke the kiss and led his lips down to my neck, sucking at the nape of it.

            "Gabe..." a moan escaped out of my mouth as I ran my fingers through his soft black hair. A fiery spark enflamed me at the touch of his hand all over my body as he sucked and bit a spot on my neck and that spark excited me, begging for more and more of his touch. As things started to get hot, a knock on his door broke us apart quick. We were both disoriented and out-of-breath.