The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 53

Chapter 53: SCREWED

Abigail

Alicia Duke had been yapping for eleven minutes and honestly, watching paint dry was more interesting.

"...the engagement has been insane, people are so excited, especially the younger adults and I really think if we just lean into that energy a little more to that demographic, we could really-"

"The younger demographic doesn’t buy cars." Finn didn’t look up from his laptop screen, his hair slicked back, with a few strands falling on the side of his cold face.

He had been ignoring me ever since the spanking at the office two weeks ago.

A chill swept down my spine as I remembered the warning bells.

"...They influence the people who do. Make the parents want it while making their children feel like they found it first. If your strategy isn’t doing that, you’ll need to redo it, Miss Duke."

The tapping of Alicia’s pen against the conference table stopped dead. She reached up, winding a strand of blonde hair around one finger. "Okay, Boss,"

"The Milan photoshoot is forty thousand over the original budget," The CFO declared a frown on his face as he gestured to the slide show on the screen highlighting the stages we had to clear before the launch next week.

Marcus who was part of the finance team was in the meeting too and the clown kept making goofy faces at me. It took everything not to burst out laughing when he gestured to Alicia and mimicked twirling her hair.

We already had the car engine brought to perfection all thanks to the Boss’ brilliant designs. He must really love cars, he looked rather determined while figuring out what was wrong with the engine the day he tested the vehicle.

"Add a padding budget to the initial one you submitted for review," Finnegan replied, "I want a detailed report of the expenses however in writing and in graphs."

The CFO swallowed, poor William had sweat rolling down his forehead as he muttered a "Sure thing, boss,"

I couldn’t say I envied his job. As Chief financial officer, his office was very important to Wolfe Corp, and very dangerous too.

Especially if you were working for a man like my boss who noticed every single thing.

Everything except me apparently.

"What is the schedule for the Milan photoshoot?"

That question was directed to me, and yet his eyes were glued to the screen before him, refusing to look at me or even call my name.

I stalled, pressing my lips in a flat line while everyone in the room glanced around wondering who was supposed to answer that question. His eyes flicked up then, briefly towards me.

So now he could look at me.

"The creative director wants final approval on Monday." I replied, holding his gaze. "We fly in on Tuesday, have Wednesday and Thursday for the shoot before the launch next weekend, Boss,"

He gave a grunt and continued on, asking the heads of the Legal and Marketing department for their contributions.

That was it. No glance up or anything.

Finally.