FMDM Inc - The Interview

I had just finished a therapy session and was glad to get back to my office and relax. I'd have to lay off the cinnamon stix in the morning, my bustier was tighter than usual. My mini-frig offered a variety of drinks and I grabbed the pitcher of iced tea and poured a glass.

Settling into the rich black leather of my office chair, I turned away from my desk to admire the sunset view out of my penthouse office. Now this was just what I needed. The sky was particularly brilliant in pink that colored my office a little in its glow.

Then my Blackberry chimed.

'Robert Carter, Newsweek Magazine'

The appointment wasn't for another fifteen minutes so I left it on my desk and indulged in the sunset over New York a few more minutes. When I finally turned from the window, I readied myself for the appointment. I put away the iced tea and got out a glass of red wine. A touch to a button and the shades drew themselves across the wide view. The papers on my desk was orderly and not distracting. The office was immaculate, as always thanks to Sheila, my personal assistant.

I opened my laptop and a video feed from the waiting room came up in one corner. I could see Sheila at her desk filing her nails. I smiled. 'Such a classically feminine gesture,' I mused. In the center of the room, stood a man who was biding his time by looking at the large pieces of art on the waiting room walls. (I never put magazines in the waiting room. Rather tacky and I wanted my guests to be thinking about what was coming next).

The seven large pieces of art were created by one of our clients as a gift for me. I'd found it very enlightening to watch people's reactions to the art before speaking with them. Mr. Carter was standing near the center of the room, the best viewing distance for each piece.

Each piece of art was vague and suggestive without being distinctly erotic. Just some lines, black or red, and the knowing eye saw lipstick against lip, stiletto heel in mouth, garter over the curvature of a toned bottom, and so on. Robert was enjoying all of them under Sheila's watchful eye.