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Chapter 21
RPOV
One damned week. 7 fucking days. 168 hours. 10080 minutes. 604800 seconds. How the Hell does one tiny white girl from the fucking 'Burg area of fucking Trenton, fucking New Jersey disappear into thin air so a whole fucking building full of fucking highly trained fucking security experts are unable to find her. "FUCK!" I roar.
My men should have found her within a few hours. But no, she has everyone in my entire company, including myself, chasing our own tails. For seven fucking days! I look at all my men standing assembled in the control room. "Do I have to hire new men? What do I have to do to get some results here? Everyone here was hired because they are supposed to be the best at their particular set of skills. Why the Hell am I paying out so much in wages to people that can't find one woman? A pregnant woman at that. Someone better explain…"
The ding of the elevator interrupted my tirade. When the elevator doors opened, the object of my frustration for the last seven days stepped off the elevator and walked toward me. "You!" She points at me. "Talk. NOW!" She demanded as she continued past me and into the conference room.
I stared after her stunned. This woman waltzes into MY building, in front of MY men and orders me to MY conference room with the attitude of a five star general. My men had snapped to attention at the authority in her voice and they appeared to be waiting for her to dismiss them. Of course Lester would be the one to recover first. In a high, sing-song voice with his hand on his hip and pretending to walk in high heels he imitates her "You! Talk. Now!" He sashays, yes sashays, across the room and disappears in his office, chuckling. I stare open mouthed at his swiftly closing office door. "Unfuckingbelievable!" His lip is just now healing from last week when I punched him.
I grab a stapler off the desk nearest to me and hurl it at Lester's closed door. It bounces back off the door and hits me in the crotch. I collapse hard onto the floor and curl into the fetal position. The one thought going through my head, "Thank you God for not putting my balls on my shins because that would have really hurt."
A distinct, feminine voice broke through the haze of pain. "Suck it up buttercup! When you push a bowling ball out of your dick then you get to play the sympathy card." With that, she turned and returned to the conference room. I lifted my head and turned it slightly to see the door. She was standing with one hand on the door, impatiently tapping her foot.
Sorry, I know it's a real short chapter. Hope to update in the next day or so.