Sure enough, Ama was right. Around 10:30am the next day she received a call from the front desk saying that a Mr. Graham Banks, CEO of Hybrid Enterprise was there to see her and refused to leave without doing so. So Ama once again had to postpone the project she was working on to take the stupid meeting and get this man out of his hair.
She made her way up to her office and to the walk in closet she had in there, needing to change out of the denim pinafore into something more presentable. She chose a long sleeved fitted turtle neck dress her mother had bought her from a visit to Yemen, knee high leather boots and a corset belt, all in black. She decided it was best to keep on her jewellery, a diamond pendent from her step-father and black tinted glasses.
By the time she was done, front desk was complaining that Mr. Banks was making a scene demanding he see her. Ama rolled her eyes as she pressed the intercom.
"Let him up to my office." She said to Phoebe, then reclined in her seat, facing the window. It was probably best to give him what he wanted and let him go. She had to give him credit though, he was as persistent as his father. An interesting trait.
"Miss. Ama Jenkins." A deep voice said behind her. Already she loved the way her name sounded in his voice.
"Do you not know how to knock Mr. Banks? And didn't I tell your PA that you had to wait till tomorrow?" Ama asked, still facing the windows.
"No, she never mentioned anything about a Wednesday appointment, you don't seem to be very busy today reclined in the chair like that. You seem quite relaxed."
She could hear the smirk in his voice. "Well I was very much occupied before you stormed into my building. And if your dear Mel is going to lie to you like that, I suggest you fire her." She said, finally turning to see him.
She was shocked to meet the face of the man from The Hamster Wheel who was rude to her. He was more beautiful than she thought, his features were stronger than when she last saw him, his eyes brighter, his lips more plush, so kissable.
"YOU!" He exclaimed, jamming his jaw shut in irritation. Ama let out an empty laugh.
"Well your the last person I expected to see again. And your beyond the last person I thought would be Vincent Banks' son." She said to herself, still admiring him through her glasses.
"Answer my question." He said.
"Now is that a request or a command?"
"Just answer it."
"You know last I checked, you came to me regarding both our sponsorships of your father running for president. So if you want to waste my time by reminiscing over unanswered questions from unfortunate run-ins at a nightclub, then the exit is right behind you Mr. Banks." She said with her eyebrows raised, waiting to be challenged.
Graham chuckled. "They were right about not messing with you." He said, taking the seat opposite her.
"Waste my time and you'll be wasting yours." Ama smiled. "So Mr. Banks, who pointed you in my direction?"
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"It was actually my father. We had a conference yesterday discussing sponsorships and campaign strategy and he suggested I come speak to you about my agenda."
"Your agenda, Mr. Banks?"
"Yes well, I am quite a selfish man; I don't make investments unless I can gain something more from it. I may have sponsored my father anyway but I have a more personal reason for doing so." Graham said, letting his eyes roam over the soft features of Ama's face.
"And what is this reason of yours, and where do I come into it?" She replied, getting up and heading to the minibar. Graham kept his eyes on her the whole way, finding it hard not to enjoy the view of her rounded buttocks swaying side to side as she went.
"A campaign, Miss. Jenkins, that I hold quite dear to my heart. One I started about six years ago after losing someone close to me, but it was widely oppressed by the public. I believe you are all too familiar with that, which is why you keep it so secret huh?"
"You can talk Mr. Banks," She said, returning to her desk with two glasses, a jug of water and a carton of mango juice. "You only heard of me through your father, though you've probably engaged with my businesses before hand."
"Your not wrong there. I must say I was in awe of who ever started the clean fashion movement ten years ago." Graham replied, acknowledging the fact that she was twelve at the time and so head strong.
"Ah yes, I was the persistent little girl who stormed back to companies saying they should fix the rejects instead of throwing them away. But that isn't what you're after is it?" She said, gesturing to the tray for him to help himself and placing her now full glass on a coaster.
"No. It's not" Silence fell between them as they both dug for words, knowing this was a sensitive subject and both not wanting to offend the other.
"Royalty." Ama finally said.
"Excuse me?"
"That is the name of the company. We work in all continents of the world working on the empowerment of the vulnerable and less fortunate. I believe that is the company your looking for?" She said.
"Yes it is. And since it's already up and running I was hoping to join forces. With your brilliant devotion and my publicity, we could make a great team. So what do you say?" Graham said holding out his hand for her to shake.
She pondered over it for a while, making sure to stare directly at him. If Graham had not been so determined to use this opportunity, he may have had doubts about coming to her. This wasn't about him, it was about someone he lost, and he wanted justice, even in the smallest form.
Finally Ama left her seat to sit on the desk in front of him, then slowly slipped her hand into his, shaking it slowly. They were so small, but she had a firm grip.
"I'll take up your offer Mr. banks, I agree with your reasoning, though I never had a problem with publicity, I chose to keep my company a secret. We'll have to arrange a date to meet up and discuss this properly; not today, I'm too busy and this meeting has already taken up my precious time."
"Well, I believe my mother will want to hold a meeting to arrange a celebration launch party sometime this week, since she too is sponsoring with the family business. We should discuss that then." Graham announced, getting up from his seat to leave.
He barely made a move before he felt a hand on his chest. He looked down to see Ama delicate fingers snaking slowly around his tie, tugging it gently until he was facing her. She pulled him closer, close enough for his arousal that had grown throughout the meeting was to press against her lower stomach. She smirked wickedly.
"You should watch where your eyes wonder Mr. Banks." She whispered, fanning warm breath across Graham's neck.
It ignited his excitement, making his arousal grow more. He slid his hand round her waist, taking his time to go over the curvature of her body, the leather of her corset before gently groping her buttocks. She was so beautiful.
"And how could you expect me to keep my eyes off such a desirable woman Miss. Jenkins." He said into her neck, inhaling her scent and peppering light pecks from her ear lobe along her chin. He chuckled when he heard a small moan escape her lips.
"Oh I don't expect you to." She said, pressing herself further into his groin, extracting a soft grunt from him in turn. "I myself won't be taking my eyes off you any time soon."
Quick as a whip, she spun Graham around and pressed him against the desk. Still holding his tie in one hand, she let the other trail down his chest. Lower. Lower still. He let out a harsh hiss, gripping Ama's butt tighter as her fingers brushed over his arousal. What was this woman doing to him?
His thoughts were interrupted when her felt soft lips pressed against his.
"Mmm, yummy." She murmured pulling away, but when he leaned in for more, she dodged him like the plague. With one last intense stare, she released Graham and sauntered back to her chair without a look back, leaving him to right himself.
"You should avoid me in that respect Mr. Banks. I'm not like the girls you know, you may not like what you find in me." She said, swinging her chair round to face the window again.
"I'm sure it's nothing I haven't come across before Miss. Jenkins."
"Only a Play-boy could speak such nonsense." She chuckled playfully, still not turning to meet his gaze. "You may leave now Mr. Banks. Till next time."
"And to you too Miss. Jenkins." Then he left without a word.