I clenched all my muscles and held my breath and the orgasm washed over me. It was so much stronger than I had expected, the denial from earlier meant that now that I actually had the orgasm, it was two, maybe even three times stronger than it would have been otherwise! I forced myself to keep my eyes open and stay as still as possible as my body trembled with pleasure. Wave after wave of pure ecstasy washed over me.
Every inch of my body wanted to cry out, wanted to spill out of the chair, wanted to scream. But I couldn’t. I absolutely couldn’t. I had to have this orgasm here, with five other people in the room, four of whom were basically complete strangers, and there was no way they could know about it.
Eventually the orgasm passed and my muscles unclenched. Kaleb, having been the only person to recognize what had just happened, switched off the egg, which sat motionless inside of me now as I was spent. I didn’t think I could handle anything else right now.
As I sat in the chair afterwards, completely exhausted, my brain devoid of any kind of thinking ability as I simply remembered that amazing orgasm and how crazy it was that Kaleb had made me have it in the middle of the meeting, something deep down inside clicked.
I suddenly realized what the problem was with the accounting on the other projects. And I knew this was not going to end well.
Olivia
The rest of the meeting could not have ended fast enough. I completely forgot to tell Kaleb anything about my report, I just ran over everything in my brain.
It felt like an eternity before Kaleb finally finished the meeting, letting everyone go back to work.
“Olivia, can I see you in my office?” he asked.
“Can… can I have five minutes first?” I asked. “It’s really, really important.” My eyes were pleading with him. He looked at me. I could tell he was tempted to tell me no, that he wanted to see me straight away, but I think he realized I was telling the truth. This was important.
“Fine,” he answered, with a quick nod. “I’ll see you in five.”
I nodded and practically sprinted out of the room to my desk. I needed to make sure I was right.
I sat down at my desk and opened an Excel sheet. For ten minutes I plugged in formulas, did calculations, and when I was finished I had proof. It was obvious. And it was horrifying.
Someone was embezzling money from Leeman Investments.
Oh my God. I can’t believe it. This happened! This actually happened, and I’m the only one who knows about it.
I leaned back and put my head in my hands. I had only actually looked at the old Boston development from a few years back. But in that project, which had cost over 50 million in total, I could tell that at least three million of that money had been hidden in fake line items in the journals.
Someone had stolen three million dollars from the company, and no one had noticed.
I mean, it wasn’t like I was some kind of special genius or something. I had high school accounting, and also the AP class that was offered, but that was it. I must have just been the first person to really look into the numbers.
I felt like I was going to puke. Three million was so much money. I mean, maybe not to the company. It was so little no one actually noticed that much money went missing. But to me, it was still huge. And I knew that someone had to know about it.
People were killed over less than this. Maybe I should just keep my mouth shut, I thought. Maybe I should forget it ever happened, move on with my life, and let things be.
But no, I couldn’t do that. After all, Leeman Investments was my inheritance. Kaleb was supposed to take over the business, grow it when our parents retired, and we would each get half the company when they died.
Plus, the company had like five hundred employees or something. If someone was doing this, weren’t they putting all those jobs at risk?
No, it was obvious that I had to tell someone. But who? Kaleb’s dad? He was the obvious answer. But at the same time, something about it felt wrong.
Maybe it was the fact that he was pretty sexist, that I didn’t think he’d believe me, even if I came to him with proof. Because that sure was true. I didn’t think he would believe me.
Maybe it was that I didn’t know how he’d react if he did believe me. What if he called me a liar? What if he didn’t believe someone in his company would be capable of doing something like this?
I couldn’t believe it. This was so much pressure. I didn’t know what to do.
Then suddenly I realized that it had been double the time Kaleb had given me, and I was due in his office.
I went to his door, asked Helen if I could go straight in, and she nodded.
I opened the door to find Kaleb sitting at his desk, his arms folded across his chest.
“You’re late,” he told me, his eyes flashing.
“I know. I’m sorry. It was… really important. Really, really important.”
“I hope so. Now come over here,” he ordered, and I did as he asked.
Kaleb’s hands roamed up the back of my thighs and over my ass. Despite everything, despite the mental turmoil I was going through, I felt my body shudder with pleasure at his touch. The feelings of his hands on my ass was intense, and I found myself wishing he’d move his fingers down just a little bit further…
“So did you enjoy my present, Kitten?” he whispered into my ear, and I nodded.
“Yes. Oh God, yes.”
“I watched you cum,” he told me. “In the middle of the room. No one else knew anything was happening, but I did.” His voice was barely more than a whisper, but it was the manliest thing I’d ever heard.
Oh God. I was getting wet again.
Suddenly his fingers were inside of me. I could feel them slipping around as he found the egg inside of me. With a small smile on his lips he slipped it out, it left me with a little bit of a pop.
It was funny, it felt so weird when the egg was inside of me, and yet I felt empty without it somehow, now.
Kaleb put it back in its box.
“Maybe one day, when you’re good, I’ll let you play with this again. Now, tell me why you were late.”
“Oh! Before I do that, I wanted to tell you at the meeting but, well, I was a bit preoccupied… I actually have totally finished a report about the job. I don’t know if you want it, since it wasn’t really your team that came up with it…”
Kaleb grinned.
“You’re such a perfect little thing, aren’t you Kitten? It’s not even your job and yet you did it perfectly.”
I shrugged. “Well, you know, you didn’t really give me anything to do, so…”
“That’s because I knew you were better than making photocopies and doing coffee runs. And I was right. Thanks for this. That should get my dad off my back, I’ll tell him you did it.”
“You don’t have to. I don’t mind not getting credit. Besides, it’ll look better if you tell him your team came up with it.”
Kaleb shrugged. “It doesn’t matter to me at all, really.”
“Do you care about anything?” I asked. “Like, what do you plan on doing with your life?”
Kaleb looked at me for a second. For a minute I thought he was going to tell me to leave. Then, he pressed a button on his phone. Oh shit, he’s going to get security to escort me out.
“Helen, can you get some lunch for Olivia and me from that Italian place I like? Perfect, thanks.”
“I’m not going to tell you my hopes and dreams. They don’t matter, anyway. I’m going to work here, and I’m going to build this company, and that’s that. Can running a billion dollar business really be that bad, anyway?”
“It can if you hate it. What do you really want to do, and why did you just order us some food?”
“I’m not telling you. And I want to go over your report and I figure it’ll take a while. I want you to help walk me through it in case I missed anything, and figured it’d be rude to order myself some food and nothing for you.”
“Fine. But I’m not going to stop pesteri
ng you about it. Seriously, if you don’t want to work for your dad, what do you want to do?”
“If you let me get through this report without asking me again, I’ll tell you.”
“Deal.”
Twenty minutes later Helen came in with some plastic takeaway bowls filled with pasta.
“Ooooh, I want the bacon carbonara,” I declared with delight when I saw it, the soft smell of parmesan cheese wafting up from the bag.
“Good, I prefer the spaghetti Bolognese anyway. Mine comes with garlic bread,” Kaleb bragged as he passed me some wrapped utensils and a couple napkins.
“So boring,” I replied, yawning.
“But full of protein. This body takes work,” he replied, flexing his bicep, and I giggled at the joke while still being impressed at the size of his arm. It was probably thicker than my neck.
“Anyway, so that was where I got those numbers from,” I continued.
“You’re a crazy person, you know that?”
“I’ve been called a lot of things, but crazy hasn’t usually been one.”
“There aren’t a lot of girls who do this sort of thing for fun on their summer holidays.”
“Well, there aren’t a lot of girls who plan on being a partner for one of the big four accounting firms, either.”
“True. I like your motivation.”
This was the perfect time to ask Kaleb again about what he really wanted to do. Suddenly, I realized that maybe Kaleb was the right person to talk to about the embezzling. He’d know what to do. After all, it was his father’s company.
Maybe after this conversation ended.
Two hours later we’d gone through everything. I was sure Kaleb understood everything about the numbers I’d shown him, and he was ready to tell his father all about it.
“Well, you kept your end of the bargain, so I guess I need to keep mine,” Kaleb told me, leaning back in his chair.
“In a perfect world, I’d like to start a company that represents professional athletes. I’d like to be an agent.”
“Really?” I replied. I was kind of expecting Kaleb’s dream job to be something along the lines of running a club in the city, or something like that.
“Yeah. Why?”
“I dunno. I guess I always kind of expected you to want to do something more exciting, like run a club, or an adventure sports thing, or something like that. But the more I think about it, I think being an athlete agent would suit you.”
I wasn’t just saying that, either. Kaleb was in great shape, and in high school he had been the star of like half the sports teams. I knew he had given up on football in college, and never planned on going pro, but it also seemed like the sort of thing he could have done. I wondered briefly why he’d changed his mind and given it up.
“Thanks. But it doesn’t matter. I’m not going to do it.”
“Why not?”
“Because my dad expects me to take over here.”
It was funny; for all the reputation of being a bad boy, a wild child, a player, all the bad things Kaleb had a reputation for doing or being, he still felt enough of a sense of responsibility and filiation that he was going to give up on his dreams to do what his father wanted him to.
I wondered why. Maybe it had to do with his mother? For one of the first times I wished Kaleb and I had been closer growing up. Maybe he wanted someone to confide in. I could be that person.
“Ok. It doesn’t seem like the sort of thing you do though. You’ve always been someone who does what they want.”
Kaleb grinned at that.
“I know, right Kitten? But no. For one thing the company has so much money, I’d be stupid to let someone I don’t know run it. And for another, well, my dad has made it known to me in no uncertain terms that if I don’t take over the company, I’m out of the will. And I like money too much. Plus, without his money I’d never be able to start my agency anyway, so it’d be stupid to even try.”
He gave me a sad smile, and for once in my life I actually felt sorry for my stepbrother. Maybe his life was pretty much perfect, but it wasn’t completely perfect. No one should have to do something they don’t want to for their whole life.
Suddenly, I realized that maybe I could tell Kaleb about the embezzling. Surely he would know what to do.
It was funny; even a month ago Kaleb would have been the last person I would have told about this sort of thing. But now? I trusted him. I had to admit that. I really did trust him, and he was way better at knowing what to do in these sorts of situations than I was.
“Listen, you know how you wanted to know why I was late?”
Kaleb nodded.
“Someone’s been stealing from the company. I don’t know who. But I figured it out in the meeting and immediately wanted to make sure. That’s why I was late. And I’m telling you because I don’t know what to do about it.”
There we go. The secret was out. Now to see what was going to come of it.
Kaleb
Shit.
Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.
Had I seriously just heard Olivia right?
“Wait up. So you’re telling me someone’s stealing from the company?”
She nodded, those adorable little eyes wide as saucers. I knew she was nervous about this. I could just tell. No wonder she wanted to go back to her desk and figure this out, this was some big fucking news.
“Yes.”
“Show me,” I ordered. I wanted to understand exactly what was happening. I wanted to understand how it happened.
“Sure, I’ll be right back, I’ll go get some documents,” she told me. A minute later she was back, laptop in hand. I moved my keyboard back and let her put the computer down in front of me. She had a bunch of spreadsheets open, and some notepad documents with stuff scribbled on it, and a bunch of old balance sheets from projects the company had done in the past.
“It started when I was trying to find some old data for projects built in Boston, to get an idea of costs, that sort of thing.”
“OK.”
“I noticed on the balance sheets that some things didn’t really seem right. Like, it was just a hunch. At first I ignored it, figuring that it had to be me that was wrong. Especially since I didn’t actually have anything solid, or any proof, or anything. It was just a feeling that something was off. Then I started thinking about it more, and it came to me in the meeting.”
“What was it?”
“There were a bunch of items in the journals that doubled up. So there would be two different charges for plumbing, or three different charges for construction. It was done well, they were never next to each other, and they were listed so that realistically it could be payments to the same companies. But I checked, and they weren’t. In fact, I did a business search on some of the companies that were charged and they don’t exist. Anywhere.”
“So someone was funnelling money for services never rendered to non-existent companies?”
“Exactly.”
“Fuck,” I said under my breath. This was bad. Like, really fucking bad. “So I’m guessing you don’t know who the guilty party is?” I asked Olivia, and she shook her head.
“No. That’s why I didn’t know what to do. I was hoping you would.”
“You’re amazing, you know that? My dad hires so many people, and yet you come here and find this when you’re just an intern?”
“Well, no one else here really has any reason to go through old files, do they?”
“No, but still. What you’ve done is pretty impressive.”
“Thanks,” she replied, that little face of hers looking down at the ground and blushing in that oh-so-cute little way. It was crazy to think that someone that adorable could be so fucking smart. And she was smart. I wasn’t just saying that shit to make her feel better. It was amazing that she’d found out about this.
Now I had to help her find out who did it. After all, the person stealing this money was stealing both our inheritance.
“You know what? Leave th
is to me. I don’t want you more involved in this than you have to be.”
I could practically see Olivia’s brain whirring as she thought about what I said. She wanted to agree, I could see it. But, she ended up shaking her head.
“No. No, I’m going to help you with this. I have to. I was the one who found it, and it’s not fair that you should have to deal with it on your own.”
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