"Good Morning Paul," Pam said as she strode into the room. "I hope
you're feeling as good as I am this morning. Of course we both know who's
responsible for my feeling so good."
Paul's high back executive chair was turned around facing the window so
she couldn't see the reaction on his face. Nevertheless, she knew he loved
it when she pumped up his ego. Not as much as he loved her pumping up
other things of course.
The large chair turned in reaction to her presence. Pamela Jean put on
her best smile; a happy face that quickly turned to confusion as the chair
completed its turn.
"I'm afraid Paul isn't here." the forty-three year old woman sitting
there said.
Pamela's face dropped as she looked into the face of Victoria Baxter,
the youngest of the firm's Vice-Presidents. Victoria headed the legal
division and was rumored to be the senior partner's hatchet lady. Five
seven with a trim proportional figure, she had curly light brown hair and
deep brown eyes. She was, most people would say, quite attractive for her
age.
"Where's Paul?" Pamela asked, a slight bit of annoyance in her voice.
"I'm afraid that Mr. Ryan is no longer with us here at Triple D."
Victoria said with an equal bit of satisfaction.
"What?" Pamela said in shock. "How, when?"
Victoria took a few long moments before giving any answer, enjoying the
look of panic on Pamela's face.
"Well as to the when," she began with a satisfied smile. "Mr. Ryan and
the firm parted ways last Friday afternoon."
"Friday afternoon!" Pamela's mind screamed. "Friday afternoon."
The realization that Paul had spent the weekend with her, never telling
her that he'd left the company made her face turn pale. All of that crap
about a fight with his wife and a possible divorce had been just that -
crap.
Victoria noted Pamela's reaction and knew the reason why. Jim Stanton
over in Marketing was a long time drinking and whoring buddy of Ryan's. He
was also someone who owed Victoria quite a few markers. Ryan had met him
last night for one last drink and couldn't help brag about how he'd screwed
his office toy one last time. Victoria wondered if Pam's ass was still
sore.
"As to the why," Victoria continued after giving Pam enough time for the
implications to sink in. "Internal audit has been doing a review of Mr.
Ryan's expenses for quite some time now, and they'd found enough
irregularities to warrant an investigation."
"An investigation?" Pamela asked, worry in her voice. "Irregularities?"
"Well lets just say that Mr. Ryan was a little too liberal in his use
of company funds for personal expenses and leave it at that."
The blonde's mind flashed to all the little gifts Paul had given her
over the last year. Those and the two-week long vacation they had taken
together. Paul had made a big joke one morning after they'd finished
rocking the sheets that they should discussion some current projects so he
could claim the trip was a business expense. At the time at least, she had
thought it was a joke.
"Is Paul going to jail?" Pamela asked, the panic still racing through
her.
"It was a consideration," Victoria said. "But the Executive Board
decided the negative publicity wasn't worth it. Especially after Mr. Ryan
offered to make full restitution and then quietly resign."
A wave of relief passed over the twenty-four year old. Paul Ryan might
have turned out to be a first class prick, but she still wouldn't want to
see him wind up in jail. Hed used her, she now realized, just as she had
used him. He'd gotten what he wanted, just as she had gotten what she'd
wanted. It had been a fair enough exchange.
"The partner's have decide that I will now be taking over Mr. Ryan's
responsibilities in addition to my own." Victoria offered as a last bit of
information.
The thought that she was now working for this cold woman made Pamela
shudder. It was time to get out of here, she thought.
"Well I'm sure you have a lot to do then." Pam quickly said as she began
to turn to leave. "Please feel free to call on me if you need anything
from me, anything at all."
"One minute, Miss Armstrong." Victoria said loudly in an authoritative
tone that caused the younger woman to pause in midstep, a cold hand
gripping her heart.
Time hung suspended as Pamela hesitantly turned back around.
"Actually it's fortunate that you came in here this morning," Victoria
said, a slight smile at the curve of her lips. "It saves me the trouble of
sending for you. It seems that you are the first order of business our
departed Mr. Ryan has left me with."
"Excuse me." Pamela said.
"Miss Bradley," Victoria said into the phone she had picked up. "Would
you please bring me the Robertson file."
"The Robinson file?" Pamela thought. "What does she want with the
Robinson file?"
Robinson Dynamics was the first account she had handled after her
promotion. It was a pretty simple transaction, one of the reasons Paul had
assigned it to her. One she couldnt fuck up was actually the way he had
put it.
The office door opened and Jacqueline walked in, file in hand. Pamela
now realized that had been the file the Secretary had been reading in the
outer office. She handed Victoria the thick file then turned to leave just
as quickly. As she passed Pamela, still standing in the middle of the
office, Jacqueline flashed her another little smile.
As the door closed behind the older woman, Victoria took a few minutes
to look through the pages of the large binder. She made no attempt to
offer Pam a seat and the Account Manager decided simply taking one might be
a bad move.
Having her stand rather than sit, waiting for Victoria to finish
checking the reports was a physiological tactic Pam finally decided. A
little something to keep her off balance. She dimly remembered something
like that from one of her college classes, one of the few she actually had
to pay attention to as it had a female professor. Pamela wished she
remembered more about it but as it was she barely got a passing grade in
the course. Whatever it was, she finally decided, it was working.
With a deep sign of astonishment, Victoria closed the files and turned
her full attention back to Pamela. If she looked close enough, she might
have been able to pick out the small beads of perspiration forming on the
many exposed parts of the younger womans body.
"When Paul Ryan promoted you out of the bullpen," Victoria started in a
cold professional tone, referring to the cubicle space in the outer
offices. "No one in upper management had any real illusions about why he
had done it. We were well aware of the problems he was having in his
personal life and willing to allow him a certain latitude as it were in his
dealings with you. Triple D policy has always been to give their
employees, regardless of their position, pretty much a free reign as long
as their relationships weren't detrimental to the good of the company and
of course consensual. From what we were able to observe, and I have to say
it wasnt that hard to do so in your case, your relationship with Ryan was
actually to the advantage to the company, at least initially. Ryan was
happy again and even better at his job we'd have to admit. It was also
quite obvious that your participation was not only consensual, but highly
enthusiastic."
Pamela couldn't argue with anything Victoria had said so far. All of it
was true.
"It did however raise some concern when you were suddenly promoted to be
an Account Manager." Victoria continued. "It was felt that you lacked the
experience for such a position. Still we wanted to give Ryan's judgment
the benefit of the doubt. However, just to be on the safe side, they
assigned an observer to keep an eye on you."
"Observer read spy." Pamela thought.
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