Slaved to a Devil [lesbian] novel Chapter 6

Lauren

Like last night, I felt extremely guilty. Looking at her weak, defenceless crying body when I came back into the room with the clothes and food, diminished all the anger I felt when I left.

How could she not remember what happened last night? She must think I raped her, but in a way I guess I did, even if I never physically laid a hand on her.

Now she is going to try and escape all day long, which I guess I should expect since she thinks she has nothing left to lose.

But right now I have to focus all my strength on Mr Turner and getting Turner enterprises. Persuading Elise to choose me can come later and it seems it just got a lot harder.

But the thing that has been pulling all of my attention from this meeting is what my hag of a step mother had told me last night. What did she mean by that riddle she gave me?

What you desire most will reject you? A lot of people and things reject me, even death rejects me. No one trusts me enough not to reject me.

As for the bowing, everyone is too scared of me not to bow. I have yet to come across someone who is defiant enough not to bow.

Everything angers me, so that doesn’t really narrow much down for me and that which would never free me from this curse, she gets too much pleasure by torturing her husband’s bastard.

“Miss David, I have little care for your desires of helping my company.”

My eyes bore into the overweight middle aged man, my facial expression holding anger and confusion. This man has no idea what saying no to me can do.

“May I ask why?” I ask, trying to keep the anger out of my voice for the sake of business.

“My company has been handed down through the generations of my family, with it always inherited by the family’s eldest son,” he says, emphasising the word son.

“Ok, I think I see the problem.”

I stand up from my chair, not wanting to hear more of these sexist comments about how women can’t be expected to work for a company if a man can do a better job. Believe me, in my century and a half of life, I’ve experienced all forms of sexism and chauvinism out there.

“Thank you for clarifying it,” I spit holding my hand out for him to shake.

He scratches his grey tupay covered head before standing up and placing his hand in mine. His grip is firm, like he was trying to display his masculinity through his physical strength. If only he knew the strength I possessed. He would give up his pride in a matter of seconds and piss himself from the fear I could put into him.

“My assistant will show you out,” I say, gesturing to the door, clenching my draw from doing or saying anything I would regret, I want him to be the one regretting his decision when I tear his company down completely.

“Thank you Miss David, you are different from other business women I’ve come across,” he says walking to the door. “You know when to give up.”

Oh I am different and I will not be giving up.

“Jackson,” I call furiously for my assistant, who rushes through the door a moment later.

“Set up a meeting with Mr Saxon,” I say, not turning to him as I leave for my office, noting his footsteps close behind me. “Tell him I have a proposition for him.”

“Yes ma’am, anything else?”

“Yes, schedule a month vacation for me starting tomorrow and ending in twenty nine days. Get Mason to fulfill my duties and schedule a meeting with him for me before I meet with Saxon so he can come with me.”

I stand there expectantly, hanging onto every word not wanting to anger me by leaving without me being finished.

“That is all.” He nods and retreats out of the door, pulling it closed behind him.

“Fuck this is going to a long day.”

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I returned home at twelve, having finished every last morsel of paperwork left before I can leave for the month.

Mason, a young man that I have known for years, and has risen through the ranks of my company agrees with my plan and was very helpful in persuading Mr Saxon in my plan, not that it took much persuasion. Saxon’s company was very close to going under, he has been staying on the line of surviving and falling for years now, so my plea for help in exchange for funds practically swayed him into selling me his company.

“Liz,” I call for my youngest maid, who comes flying down the stairs at a nearly dangerous and unsafe speed.

“Yes Miss David?”