Greed God chapter 72 (Patreon)

January 24rd 2016 Galaxy Communications 12:00 PM EDT

The  next day saw Barbie and I back at work. Apparently since she had gotten  over her issue for the most part she had decided to pretty herself up  for me. Putting her hair up with chopsticks and wearing a low cut purple  silk short sleeve button up. The taught grey pencil skirt plastered  over her tight little ass made it clear that panties had NOT been part  of her outfit choices for the day and I made a mental note to stuff that  sweet little cunt of hers in the car ride home. I hadn't played with my  Barbie for too long. She was clearly feeling unappreciated.

The  dirty little smirk on her face when she caught me staring told me I was  on the money and she was teasing to get some alone time. Sadly the  inside of my sweet little redhead would have to wait however, because we  were late for a meeting. Barbie walked ahead of me like a good little  assistant wagging her little apple bottom at me to try to distract me,  but this particular step in my plan was important enough for me to clamp  down on my libido for once. Not that I wasn't going to make her pay for  it later.

Forcing  myself to look ahead I grunted in frustration. "If you're done trying  to get my attention maybe you could fill me in on what I need to know  for this meeting. It's an emergency conference because Damien Westlake  got axed right?" I paused. "Did he like...actually get axed? Because I  could kind of see Edge doing something like that to make a point. He's  so...gauche." I didn't approve at all of Edge and his overt  manipulations. Being ham fisted to get some pussy was one thing, but  Edge was a supposed business titan. People at that level were expected  to have some fucking tact.

She  actually snickered at that. "No. He got picked up by the GCPD for  corporate espionage. I didn't see any actual proof that he sold company  secrets, but Edge would have a better idea about that kind of thing than  I would. To answer your first question though, yes this is an emergency  meeting to decide the new department head. We got in touch with at  least a dozen of the executives who are going to be present and  pressured them into putting your name forward."  She raised an annoyed  brow. "We are going to be sending all of these scumbags to prison once  you take over right?"

That  got a shrug from me. "Whichever ones you want. The ones who didn't do  anything too bad we can keep around, as long as I put someone competent  in charge they should be able to run herd on a bunch of career  businessmen. Regardless I noticed you said MOST. Does that mean I'll be  facing some resistance in there?" I raised an eyebrow of mine own at  Barbie, who had decided to wear glasses today to officially lock down  the sexy librarian look.

Big  blue eyes were the picture of innocence as she handed a folder she'd  had tucked under her arm to me. "You can find any information I've found  about them in here. There were a few people we couldn't get responses  from or who I decided it would be more effective to pressure in person. I  assume you know how to bully spineless corporate sycophants into taking  your side?"

I  snickered at that. "You know. I know you were all excited to be part of  something with me, but this kind of morally questionable work seems  like it wouldn't exactly be up your alley. I'm surprised that you  haven't been more resistant to some of the things I've had planned."  Pleasantly surprised mind you, but still, I'd expected some token  bitching from my redheaded batslut about all the laws we were breaking.

She  pouted cutely. "You know who I learned from. As long as we're helping  people I don't much mind pushing boundaries a bit. Gotham is so corrupt  if we stuck to the law we won't get anything done. Did you really think I  was so boring daddy?" She stepped forward, pressing her much smaller  body against mine and staring up into my eyes hotly as she purred. "I  promise. As long as things don't go too far, I can be a VERY bad girl."

I  growled and grabbed a rough handful of her tight little bubble butt and  she gave a girlish gasp, fluttering her eyelashes at me. "Why, Mr.  Lord. That type of behavior is completely inappropriate in the  workplace. I have half a mind to take this incident to human resources.  Although. Maybe I've been confused about what exactly my duties are.  Should I come to your office after the meeting so we can have a long  hard...talk, about what my position entails?"

Her  voice was breathy and teasing and even my self control was taxed as I  let go of her. I forced my breathing to calm down. I swallowed hard,  looking around the empty hallway and noting no one had seen, though  given that Edge and his board members treated this place like their  personal whorehouse it's doubtful we would have gotten much reaction  anyway. "My office. After the meeting." I gave her a rough slap on the  ass that cracked the air and got a real squeak driving her towards the  meeting room.

She  was practically humming from the attention when we finally made it into  the boardroom. Simon Garvel, one of the VPs of brand development for  the department, was giving a speech confidently to a series of bored  looking businessmen and women. I eyed up some of the assistants, most of  whom looked like porn stars and who were obviously chosen for their  ability to take dictation, but I had my own slutty secretary to stuff,  so I forced my eyes up to the man at the head of the table and forced  myself to listen to his shpiel.

He  hit the usual talking points. How he was a team player, how he knew the  department inside and out, how he would be the most effective choice  because he could keep everything running smoothly. His presentation  ended, there was a short polite clap (mostly from the assistants) and  before the next person could step in, I stood up. I gave everyone a  bright smile. "Hi there folks, I'm Nick Lord, you all know me. You gave  me such a warm welcome when I first arrived."

That  was a lie, they had sneered at me behind my back and talked shit about  me on the company email chain, but I had bigger fish to fry. I added a  few of their wives to my to do list and just called it square. Still, I  could see several of the faces looking unhappy and even outright scared,  so clearly I had the support I needed. "I just wanted to say my piece. I  know I'm not the most senior associate here, but I think I offer a  fresh perspective to bring to our industry as well as some useful  insights into our target demographics. I know it's a long shot but I  think I would be an excellent fit for Mr. Westlake's position."

I  could tell who we had blackmailed because the grimace of understanding  and the sneer of condescension were very different and pretty obvious to  spot. One of the men in the folder Barbie had given me (which I read at  super speed, thank you very much enhanced brain) was the first to  object. "Absurd! You're a child. I don't know exactly what you said to  Edge to get him to give you the position you already have but we all  know it's a token job. Be quiet and sit down while your betters are  talking, boy."

Matthew  Paris was an overweight balding man with a thick bushy mustache and  caterpillar eyebrows. Despite his red face and outrage I barely  twitched, giving him a pleasant smile as I pasted on a sad expression.  "Mr. Paris, I'm surprised to hear you say that. I was looking forward to  receiving your support and mentorship. I know how good you are with  people my age. I've heard all about how much you dote on your daughter.  Cars, shopping trips, even daddy daughter vacations like that trip to  Cancun. Don't you think my youthful enthusiasm would be an asset to the  company?"

Paris's  red face went bone white. Madison was not in fact his daughter. She was  his stepdaughter. His technically legal at sixteen but very close with  her pitbull lawyer of a mother stepdaughter who had noticed her new  daddy staring extra hard when she was in her bikini. Madison was a big  fan of fancy things, and had realized that her new daddy was a big fan  of what was under her skirt and that those things could be a common  interest. Paris hadn't even bothered to resist.

Madison  was also a blabbermouth who liked to gossip about what Paris bought her  to her friends via text, which Barbie had found out pretty quickly when  she hacked their phone records for her deep dive. I was actually pretty  sure the whole daddy aspect of it had been what got her so randy today,  though I wasn't complaining. Paris cleared his throat, my mention of  Cancun letting him know I had details. "Well, I suppose I hadn't  considered things from that point of view. Consistency is good for  business, and starting a manager young would mean you could serve for  longer."

He  babbled out the first bullshit excuse he could think of before giving  me his support and sitting down. Peter Cavendish, who was one of the  others in the folder, looked suspiciously at the fat man before  rethinking his obvious desire to protest. Cavendish wasn't stupid,  despite what his constant gambling at the Ghost Dragon casinos would  lead one to believe, and he could tell that anyone who stood up would  get smacked down. He too voiced his support.

The  byplay was mildly surprising but not shocking to the supervisor from  the department above us who was sitting in on this meeting to decide on  the next department head. Her name was Candace, a no nonsense woman in  her forties with black hair pulled back in a tight bun. Her steely blue  eyes were sharp as she glanced around, taking in the various  expressions. I suspected she was here more as a witness than a decision  maker, but Candace WAS an actual authority figure in the corporate  structure, a rarity in Edge's boys club.

She  could have shot me down, but apparently didn't care what went on here  enough to contradict the rest of the department because when the votes  were tallied she inducted me as department head without blinking. It was  a testament to how fucked up the corporate culture was at Galaxy that  an eighteen year old obviously blackmailing his way into a management  position was considered not big deal, but it worked for me so I didn't  complain. Candace gave me a sharp look and arranged to have an  introductory meeting with me the next day before turning and striding  out purposefully. I watched her go with interest. For an older lady she  had a pretty tight ass.

Speaking  of tight asses. I followed the one on my redhead back to my office,  pulling down the blinds as I let her shut the door. I walked over to my  desk and sat down, giving her a long slow once over as she sauntered up  to me, sliding into my lap. She gave me a naughty pout. "Now as I  mentioned earlier I wanted to clarify my responsibilities here sir. I  think my talents have been under utilized." She leaned forward, showing  me some nice cleavage. "I think I can handle more than you've been  giving me. Why don't you put me in a more demanding position and see how  I perform." I was now incredibly glad I had decided to take an office  here.