Fake Billionaire Friends

Chapter 2

Jake P.O.V.

When Ava left the room Marc gave me a warning look and walked over to his desk.

- Don't tell me you won't hire her.

- Have you seen her? She's not fit. She can't even dress for an interview.  She has no experience in being an assistant or making reports on a daily basis, I said quickly.

- Sonia is a better assistant? - He asked with a mocking smile raising his eyebrows suggestively.

- At least she does a good job with her mouth. Although that. Let Sonia continue to work for me.

- John, you've already had five assistants this year and it's May. Each one you slept with and each one had no idea what to do in her real job. For the last few years, you've picked your own assistants and it's always ended badly. Now I'm gonna try.

- But...

- Besides, I don't know if we have another option after what she saw. If we don't hire her, she could accuse us of s****l harassment," he shrugged, "You asked for it.

- Fine, but if she doesn't work out in three months or if she quits, I'll choose again.

Marc started shaking his head.

- I don't know if Andrew and Tom will go for it - he put his feet up on the desk and pulled out two cigars, tossing one to me - After you didn't show up for your meeting with the head investor they are pretty pissed.

As if you guys don't f**k everything who moves - I stretched out in my chair.

We do it discreetly and not with employees. You're already overdoing it and it's high time I put you on the spot.

I looked at my best friend. As usual he looked like an amant from old movies. Although he looked like the most polite of the four of us, he was the only one who liked to play rough b**m.

The company was owned by me, Mark, Adrew and Tom. Each of us had an equal share and handled different parts of the business. Purely business matters myself as the inventor of the idea. Marc HR, Andrew finance and Tom all the programming. I came up with the idea in college and proposed incorporating it to my richer friends at Harvard. They invested their millions in it with trust funds from their families and thanks to my brilliant ideas it paid for itself twice after 5 years. By my 35th birthday we became bilioners and we were still rocking.

My partners were like brothers to me, but I was undoubtedly closest to Mark when Andrew and Tom were childhood friends. I knew I had screwed up with the investor. Sonia had forgotten to tell me that the meeting was postponed two hours and was to be held in Los Angeles instead of New York. She was probably busy with her nails or some other nonsense. I guessed she also had her fingers in the mix-up with the cabinet today. She was probably hoping the candidate in her place would run away screaming when she actually made it easy for her. I needed a professorial assistant, but I also liked to look at nice asses and lush breasts, and rarely did the two go hand in hand. Sleeping with my subordinates also made things easier for me when it came to s*x. I no longer had to find girls for it which saved me time and I was very busy. Of course with my looks and money I had no problem finding a willing one for one night, but still it required at least a minimal amount of energy on my part and I just didn't want to. Again, I didn't like paying for s*x. Anyway, I thought that sleeping with my assistant was just practical. 

The phone rang. Mark lazily took the phone out of his pants, looked at me in a long stretch and then answered it. He listened silently for a moment, still looking at me, then said a short "Okey" and put the phone away. He inhaled his cigar slowly and when he let the smoke out of his mouth he announced:

- We're going out tonight. Tom came from Los Angeles.

- He didn't say anything," I answered, looking at him carefully, but he only inhaled his cigar and let the smoke out lazily.

- They want to know where we stand - he replied and I gave him the middle finger and left his office.

In the evening we met, as usual, in an exclusive place near the office. We were already known there, so despite the queue, the bouncer let us pass in the blink of an eye. When we entered in our fixed box sat the other partners surrounded by 4 girls. At the sight of us two of them stood up making us a place and then sat as if nothing happened on our laps. Mark immediately pushed his brunette friend off his lap as if he was disgusted with her. Tom brought her to his other knee and stroked her hair as an apology. I got a bushy blonde with a mouth so inflated she could pin an algae on it.

- What are you doing here, Tom? I thought you weren't going to New York until next week.

He smiled goofily while still stroking the girl's hair. He whispered something to her, kissing her neck, to which she got up and grabbed a bottle of 30 year old whiskey, pouring it into our glasses, and poured pink Moet for herself and the other girls.

- I thought I'd stop by early and see how you're doing on pacifying the investor. Do you have a plan yet?

- I have a plan. Don't worry about a thing.

Tom laughed.

- Don't worry? Apart from the fact that we're about to get sued for s****l harassment?

I looked angrily at Mark, to which he just spread his arms.

- That girl is dumb. She's not going to take advantage of that. If you saw her, you'd know she's a victim of fate. She dropped out of college four years later because she had a nervous breakdown. I hope after tonight's show she doesn't get it again.

- Don't laugh at diseases," said the usual effusive Andrew.

- She graduated from Harvard, like us, on a scholarship just like you. As for her delay and breakdown, you obviously didn't read my notes from the meeting with her? I mean, not everything I learned from her, some of it I guessed by piecing together facts from that year.

- What kind of secrets are these? I didn't have time for this nonsense. I saw her, and that's enough for me.

- Her family was murdered during her 2nd year of college. It was a year after we graduated, but we all heard about it.

- What? That m******e in the suburbs? - Tom whistled.

- Yeah. It was her parents and her little sister. Do you remember what happened there? Her sister was brutally r***d before she died and her underwear was taken from Ava's room and "I'm coming for you" was written in blood on the wall. It was a big deal in the media back then.

- f**k. It's really f****d up," I replied after a moment's thought, looking him in the eye, "but I still don't think she's right for the job.

- You'd give her a chance if you didn't think with your d**k.

- f**k me, in that case she has a right to look lame," Tom concluded as if he hadn't heard the last two statements.

- I wouldn't say she's bad. If she was more submissive I would love to dominate her.

We laughed gloomily as we sipped our drinks and lost ourselves in thought. Everyone had heard about this tragedy. The perpetrator was never found. Not even a real motive was discovered. The r**e suggested it was a s****l assault, but the writing on the wall indicated that the perpetrator knew the family well or at least Ava. There were altered details in the media, but if Ava revealed to Mark that her parents had died in a particular year and she was studying at Harvard at the time, it wasn't hard to figure out that the whole thing was about her.

- I'm going to take a leak. This is f****d up," Andrew said as he walked out.

The girls were livid for a moment, squealing with excitement and telling each other the rumours they'd heard on TV, and we started talking business. It wasn't long before Andrew returned. He collapsed on the couch and let out a loud breath.

- f**k, guess who I met in the loo?

- 'Just say it,' chuckled Tom quickly.

- Ralph - we looked at him questioningly - Well that weird guy two years down the line from us at university. He's made it. He'll be here soon.

- What? I hated him. He was disgusting. Why did you invite him here? - I asked disheartened. I didn't feel like entertaining some weird guy I barely remembered from college.

- He invited himself. I said that I was here with you and he said that he would come with his girlfriend to say hello.

- You need to work on your assertiveness, man - we laughed at him.

- It's a good thing you don't have a girlfriend, because you would be living under a thumb.

- Oh, f**k you,' replied Andrew, and then he casually started kissing his girlfriend for the evening and fondling her t**s.

It was amazing what good looks combined with money and fame did to women. I could bet that the girls from today were random women that Tom and Andrew met outside the club. Tom had terrible taste. He liked tightly made, almost plastic chicks, and these were just that. We each had different tastes and usually didn't undermine another friend. Only Mark stood by his submissives. He usually brought his latest trained girl with him, but today he clearly didn't have time for that. I could see by the look on his face at our female companions that he regretted it very much.