Casting the Bait

Petros Kouris

I entered the gates of Hickman & Werneck with the precision of a Swiss watch, a characteristic I value in everyone. At ten o'clock sharp, my presence there wasn't just a commitment, but a declaration of commitment to excellence. Efficiency was my demand, both professionally and personally, and I expected nothing less from those around me.

The meeting with Thomas Werneck, one of the company's partners, was scheduled for ten in the morning. I trusted the work of the professionals at H&W, which is why I repeatedly chose to do business with them. Trust was a sacred value to me, and Werneck had proven himself worthy of it on several occasions.

I was efficiently led to Werneck's office waiting room, where I was greeted by his secretary. It was my first personal visit to the company. I usually preferred neutral locations for meetings, where I felt more in control. However, upon encountering Werneck's secretary, I regretted not coming sooner.

Her elegance and competence impressed me. She exuded professionalism, a quality I admired. Perhaps this was just the first of many visits to Hickman & Werneck.

"Welcome to Hickman & Werneck, Mr. Kouris," she said, extending her hand in a formal greeting. "It's a pleasure to have you in our company."

Werneck's secretary introduced herself with impressive seriousness and poise, but her voice made me wonder how she would react to my cock thrusting into her firmly and intensely. Would she moan discreetly or be the scandalous and exciting type?

Her eyes conveyed a determination that matched her professional demeanor, but I could imagine them looking up at me as she sucked me, while I held her hair in a tight knot.

"I must confess I'm positively surprised by this visit," I admitted, studying her with veiled interest.

I couldn't help but smile at her, openly admiring her striking presence and seemingly shy demeanor. Jennifer seemed like a beautiful rough diamond that I was fully willing to shape according to my desires. It was rare to find someone who sparked so much interest in me with just one look, but I also noticed, with a slight furrow of my brows, that Jennifer seemed as interested as I felt.

Jennifer quickly notified Werneck about my arrival. In no time, he came to greet me in the waiting room, welcoming me warmly before leading me to his office.

During the meeting, I kept my focus on the matters at hand. However, as soon as the conversation came to an end, my thoughts inevitably turned to Jennifer. It was unusual for me to be so interested in a woman just from seeing her, but there was something about her that sparked a curiosity I couldn't ignore.

My instinct told me that Jennifer was the ideal woman to fulfill my desires and fetishes, but her position as Werneck's secretary complicated things. However, this difficulty only increased the challenge, making me even more interested in conquering her.

The idea of having her in my office, completely at my disposal, began to take shape in my mind, fueling me with increasingly vivid fantasies that were getting me quite excited.

At the end of the meeting, accompanied by Werneck, I returned to the room where Jennifer was. It was the perfect moment to cast my bait for her. I would never leave fate to chance; I always prefer to act with determination to get what I want.

Jennifer's glances towards me now clearly showed that my interest was reciprocated. Taking advantage of Werneck's presence and Jennifer's apparent reciprocity, I decided to compliment the secretary and gauge her boss's reaction.

"Thomas, you have a truly exceptional team here. Jennifer has demonstrated admirable efficiency," I commented, choosing my words carefully, while my thoughts traced a very different path.

"Yes, you're right," Werneck agreed, adding his praise for Jennifer's work. "Jennifer is a great secretary, always ready to meet the company's demands."

As Werneck spoke, I studied Jennifer, imagining the tasks I could assign to her. She maintained a professional demeanor, but there was something in her gaze that intrigued me. The game was just beginning, and I was eager to see where it could lead me.

I carefully observed the absence of any signs of interest or jealousy from Werneck regarding his employees. That only served to increase my interest in Jennifer, confirming my suspicions that she had no personal relationship with Werneck and could easily be molded to my liking.

Despite the warning regarding his employee, I wasted no time in going further and, with all the audacity characteristic of my personality, I pulled a card from the pocket of my jacket and handed it to Jennifer.

"If you're interested in a change of scenery, feel free to contact me," I said, noticing Werneck's surprised yet amused look.

"I really would like Jennifer to stay with me, Kouris," Werneck commented, but he seemed confident and unconcerned. "It wouldn't be easy to find someone like Jennifer to assist me."

"What do you say, Jennifer?" I posed the question to the main interested party, testing her reaction.

"Work at H&W is quite satisfactory, Mr. Kouris," Jennifer diplomatically replied. "I have no intention of changing companies at the moment."

Jennifer's response didn't surprise me. I expected it. However, she took the card I handed her and tucked it into a small pocket in the modest yet elegant dress she was wearing.

"Some benefits offered by me, I'm sure don't exist here at H&W," I wasn't referring to work.

"Are you really trying to steal my secretary right in front of me, Kouris?" Werneck asked, showing disbelief.

"Yes," I confirmed shamelessly. "The decision is in her hands, but you don't need to decide anything now, Jennifer. Just keep the card."

In the face of Jennifer and Werneck's incredulous looks, I bid them farewell with a simple "see you soon" and headed towards the elevators. I felt satisfied for having cast my bait, and now I eagerly awaited Werneck's delightful secretary to take the bait. But while waiting, there's another important matter to attend to.

Not a pleasant one, by the way. I was informed by the private investigator tasked with following my wife's steps that I was being cheated on. Now, it was time to confront this truth. I made my way to the investigator's office, determined to uncover the extent of Angela's betrayal.

Arriving at the investigator's office, I hoped the evidence would be damning. If it confirmed what I feared, Angela would pay a high price for her infidelity. I didn't tolerate disloyalty in any aspect of my life, and if my wife had broken that trust, I would make sure she faced the consequences of her actions.