Changing Places with Yourself

Chapter 15

When I was done with that, I went over the contract Albert Stovard had sent to Grandpa outlining a merger of their companies.  Something didn’t feel right about this especially when you consider how much Albert hates, I mean HATES, Jimmy.  They must be having to major problems to even think about this now.  Grandpa had gone over everything he planned on saying in the meeting, so I knew what to say and do with the Stovards.  I sent a quick IM to Joyce, asking her to have legal obtain everything they could on Stovard International Inc.’s financials for the last 3 years.  To boot, I told her to make sure to come up with a bogus labor meeting at one of our warehouses if I needed to escape from this meeting.  She replied back that she would and that they just walked in.  I came out into the outer office to greet them, “Hello, Mr. Stovard, and Mr. Stovard.”  Yes, Albert and his oldest son, Adam, were standing right in front of me completely ignoring my greeting and the hand I extended out for them to shake. 

Wow, my eyes couldn’t help but drink in the hotness of Adam.  It looked like he had been poured into that suit given how it hugged his biceps, triceps, abs, and thighs to perfection.  I have to admit it was getting hot under this fat suit and wig that had nothing to do with the temperature of the room.  My eyes did drift down to his bulge and I couldn’t help wondering whether he liked boxers or briefs or nothing at all.  Okey, Dokey.  Enough of those kinds of thoughts, I am supposed to be professional, there is time later, in the shower alone, to picture him naked. 

“Where’s Harold?”  Albert demanded breaking my chain of thoughts completely.

“He is sorry and wanted me to convey his apologies, but another pressing issue came up that only he can deal with.  I’m Becky, his granddaughter-in-law; I’ll be conducting the meeting in his place.”  I informed him again holding my hand out to see if either would shake it.

“You’re the female who married Evan.  Harold, Jimmy, or Evan should be here not someone like you,” he sneered at me with contempt before smacking my hand away roughly.

“Oh, it’s on, now, you jerk.”  I think to myself while keeping a fake grin on my face as I massage the hand he struck.  I looked innocently at Adam first then back to Albert and asked, “Please elaborate.  What do you mean someone like me?”

“You have no blood relations to the Novells.  Everyone knows the only reason you married Evan was for his money, but why he let them force you on him, I’ll never understand.” Albert’s face contorted with revulsion, as he looked me up and down.

 “Ah, I understand, you want to do deal with someone like Evan, who is clueless about the business instead of his ‘lowly’ wife, who Harold has been grooming to take over completely when he retires.”  I can’t quite keep the fire out of my eyes as I rebuff him.

“Dad, you owe Mrs. Novell an apology.  If Harold trusts her enough to leave her in charge of a meeting as big as this, then we shouldn’t be insulting to her in any way.”  Adam stepped in before things could get totally out of control.  I guess they really need this merger to go through because I can see from his expression he is being 100% fake in his ‘sincerity’ toward me.  He reaches out his hand and takes hold of my hand, the one his father pushed away.  “I’m Adam Stovard,” he crooned as he brought my hand to his lips, barely kissing the knuckles.  “I’m sorry, Dad and I have had to deal with a few issues at the office today, and it’s made him grumpy.”  Even though he chuckled, his eyes weren’t matching his mirth.  I could tell by how quickly he released my hand that level of disgust he felt at having to play his part.  It was obvious both of them thought I was below them in every way.  I had a hard time laughing in their faces.  As I stood there looking at them silently, Joyce coughed to break the tension in the room.

“Fine, I’m sorry for being rude.  I’m Albert.  Can we get this meeting started?”  Albert spits out.

I gestured for them to proceed into the office and closed the door behind us.  I poured them each a glass of water from the mini-fridge and handed them over as they stood by their chairs.  I walked behind the desk, “As I said, Grandpa had to go take care of something else, but he was going to only observe this meeting anyway.  He wanted me to conduct and run it from start to finish.  If you ‘gentlemen’ would like to take your seats we can get started.” I conveyed to them as I sat down in the CEO chair.  “I can’t believe Harold would expect us to deal with a mere child over something this important.”  Albert didn’t want to give an inch.  “Grandpa told me I would have to listen to you bather on about how good a deal this is for everyone here.” I confided, almost breaking up at how he bristled at my words, but before he could respond Adam butted in, “Dad, let’s talk, for a minute, out in the reception area.”  As they stand to go out, I thought how his voice was as dark and sexy as his body.  Joyce started an IM session with me, explaining she got them to believe her hearing aids’ batteries were dead.  She told them that if they needed anything from her to knock on her desk because she would be able to hear them if they spoke to her.  In reality, she has a set omnidirectional microphone in both her ears, not hearing aids.   She told them – loudly – that she would be working on a report, but she’s sending me a complete run-down of their conversation.  I love how she labeled them so I would know who was speaking.

Lad:  Dad, listen we may have a golden opportunity here.

Dad:  What are you talking about?

Lad:  Harold has enough business sense to see through some of the BS that we came up with to try to get this merger pushed through.  She doesn’t and we might be able to use that to our advantage by seeing if she’ll sign the “updated” contract.  You know the one you played with earlier today that had changes added to our favor.

Dad:  I see what you are talking about now.

Lad:  Plus, if we tweak it a little more and play this right, Mrs. Novell in there might just end up handing over the company because she can’t have a clue how to read a legal document as involved as the contract we have made.

Dad:  Yeah.  Yeah, if we make a few slight changes as I did earlier we can make this merger agreement into a takeover.  What little fat b***h won’t know what happened until it’s too late.  We have to work fast and get her to sign before Harold shows back up today and possibly stops her.

Lad:  You run back to the offices and have the lawyers amend the documents, while I distract Little Miss CEO wannabe in there.

Dad:  Get in there, boy.  Use that s*x appeal if you have to.

Lad:  Not a problem, she was totally checking me out when we came into the office and I could see that she is definitely suffering from s****l frustration from when I kissed her fingers.  Remind me to disinfect my lips later, please.

He was right I did check him out and I am not sleeping with anyone, so yes, I’m sexually frustrated.  Of course, I’m not blind, so I noticed how well-tailored his suit was and how it clung to his body.  I could even imagine how fun it would be to peel it slowly off his body and lick those abs of his.  The body I’m in is still a virgin bride, who has never been kissed, but I have the memories of the 3, yes only 3, guys I had slept with.  Each was a bigger mistake than the one before him, but I do love to read/write romance novels, and I’ve looked through the Kama Sutra a time or two.  Adam’s face is a thing of beauty, too bad he’s a manwhore like Evan.  He has pictures taken with a different woman on his arm almost every night.  I’m already stuck with a husband who would rather be with anyone else on the planet but me.  The last thing I need is to get involved in any way with another man who can’t keep it in his pants for one woman alone, no matter how good he looks.  However, if he was the kind who would be happy with one female for a lifetime instead of a manwhore, I could have some fun exploring that body.  I know I’ll be using him in a few fantasies later when I’m alone at home.

Lad:  I’ll have a hard time acting as if I’m attracted to that blob in there, Dad.

Dad:  Do your best.  Close your eyes and picture one of those sluts you sleep with, like the one you had in your bed last night.

Lad:  I’ll try, but I think it’s going to take a miracle for me to be able to get anything up with her around.  I’ll go to the extreme to make her think I want to sleep with her.

Dad:  Sheesh, boy, you don’t have to have full-on s*x with her, just finger her or something.  Give her a thrill to distract her from what I’m doing.  If the rumors are true, she’s still a freaking virgin.  I’ve heard her husband has never had s*x with that cow.

Lad:  I heard that too, and I can’t blame him.  It still is boggling to my mind how she trapped him into marrying her.  It can’t be for her stunning looks or personality. 

(YOU ARE A BEAUTIFUL PERSON INSIDE AND OUT, BECKY.  DON’T LET THESE JERKS, WHO DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU REALLY LOOK LIKE CAUSE YOU ANY PAIN.  Love, Joyce) 

Guess she’s getting tired of their constant jibs about my appearance, but I send back. 

(It’s ok, Joyce.  Their insults are like water on a duck’s back to me.  I’m just considering the source; they are two jerks who think way too highly of themselves and their own worth.  I have dealt with worse in my life; nothing they say can hurt me because their opinions don’t matter to me.  Love, Becky.)

Dad:  Yeah, I’m stunned that anyone would give her fat ass a second glance.

(They both are laughing at their juvenile humor.  Really, they need to just grow up.  Dad is leaving to go get the “amended” contract.  Head’s up, Lad, is headed your way.  Joyce)

The door opens and Adam walks in like he owns the place.  I spare him a glance as I finish typing email instructions to Claude about how to convert their “amended” contract to fit our needs not those of the Stovard family, and I attached a copy of the IM conversation with Joyce for them to look at.

“One second, Mr. Stovard.  I just have to deal with one last email that came in while you were outside talking with your father.  Please have a seat; this won’t take but a minute longer.  Where is your dad?” I inquire.