Author: RedJoan

Brimstone Series Book 2 – Episode 5

**Christopher**

‘You’re back again?’ Luke mumbled with annoyance. ‘Dude, don’t I see you enough already?’

‘Shut up,’ I replied, glancing over at Stacey. I may as well be a ghost, her eyes firmly glued to her laptop and her quick fingers reminding me that this was a working space, not a high school drama.

‘Well?’ Luke sighed. ‘What is it this time?’

‘Never mind.’ I left with clenched fists, breathing out an acrid exhale.

This was fucking torture. I haven’t slept more than four hours a night in the past week and a half, and I’ve been falling behind on my cases. Running low on sanity too.

My mind was fucking scrambled, the only silver lining my incessant need for more associates to cover for my lack of productivity. Yeah, that’s the highlight of my day now. I used that need as a valid excuse to talk to Stacey as often as I could, but if I thought she was cold before, this was a fucking Russian winter.

Whoever said hell was hot didn’t know this kind of freezing.

*Good night Chris.* Read more »

Brimstone Series Book 2 – Episode 5

**Christopher**

‘You’re back again?’ Luke mumbled with annoyance. ‘Dude, don’t I see you enough already?’

‘Shut up,’ I replied, glancing over at Stacey. I may as well be a ghost, her eyes firmly glued to her laptop and her quick fingers reminding me that this was a working space, not a high school drama.

‘Well?’ Luke sighed. ‘What is it this time?’

‘Never mind.’ I left with clenched fists, breathing out an acrid exhale.

This was fucking torture. I haven’t slept more than four hours a night in the past week and a half, and I’ve been falling behind on my cases. Running low on sanity too.

My mind was fucking scrambled, the only silver lining my incessant need for more associates to cover for my lack of productivity. Yeah, that’s the highlight of my day now. I used that need as a valid excuse to talk to Stacey as often as I could, but if I thought she was cold before, this was a fucking Russian winter.

Whoever said hell was hot didn’t know this kind of freezing.

*Good night Chris.* Read more »

Brimstone Series Book 2 – Episode 4

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**Stacey**

‘Hey Stace, I kind of ate the chicken parm in the fridge . . . is that okay? Sorry but I was starving, and it looked so good!’ It was one of the rare nights Abbey was staying home, and that disheveled hair was clue enough to tell me where she’s been.

‘Yeah, that’s fine. I’m not eating in today,’ I replied, voice raising at the end. I didn’t pry, definitely not wanting to know why she was so hungry.

‘Oh really, big date?’ She asked, tone even.

Damn her psychology minor, I didn’t know what gave it away. Though there would be no reason to lie to her; I wouldn’t have to tell her who I was going out with. And besides, she could be great help in helping me choose what to wear.

‘Kind of,’ I said, almost shyly. ‘Although I’m not sure exactly what to wear.’

She nearly leapt off the ground to her feet. ‘Well, what are best friend’s for?’

We spent half an hour playing clothing matchmaker, going through everything in my wardrobe. It’s been a while since I’ve been on a first date so most of it was boring, monochromatic work clothes. Read more »

Brimstone Series Book 2 – Episode 4

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**Stacey**

‘Hey Stace, I kind of ate the chicken parm in the fridge . . . is that okay? Sorry but I was starving, and it looked so good!’ It was one of the rare nights Abbey was staying home, and that disheveled hair was clue enough to tell me where she’s been.

‘Yeah, that’s fine. I’m not eating in today,’ I replied, voice raising at the end. I didn’t pry, definitely not wanting to know why she was so hungry.

‘Oh really, big date?’ She asked, tone even.

Damn her psychology minor, I didn’t know what gave it away. Though there would be no reason to lie to her; I wouldn’t have to tell her who I was going out with. And besides, she could be great help in helping me choose what to wear.

‘Kind of,’ I said, almost shyly. ‘Although I’m not sure exactly what to wear.’

She nearly leapt off the ground to her feet. ‘Well, what are best friend’s for?’

We spent half an hour playing clothing matchmaker, going through everything in my wardrobe. It’s been a while since I’ve been on a first date so most of it was boring, monochromatic work clothes. Read more »

Brimstone Series Book 2 – Episode 3

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**Stacey**

My lips were puckered to the side and my fist tucked under my chin. I had spent at least half an hour just standing there, nerves keeping me from resolution.

Beginning the process again, I flipped through my small, limited closet. I wasn’t sure what to wear today. Normally, I wouldn’t give my wardrobe this much thought – I preferred classic pairings, but today I was battling with internal morals.

On one hand, the thought of dressing up for Chris appealed to my lewd sexual fantasies, which have not stopped, but rather they increased in frequency after I began this position, the proximity as kindling to my fire. But on the other, the thought of his invitation for lunch being more than just a business move was damn hard to believe.

He was an iron curtain, his demeanor solemn, words few and far between. Our typical interactions were mechanical and brief, which is why this invitation was that much more bizarre. I didn’t see why we couldn’t discuss business in the office, so it was either a way to grow our employee-employer bond, or . . . he had ulterior motives. Read more »

Brimstone Series Book 2 – Episode 3

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**Stacey**

My lips were puckered to the side and my fist tucked under my chin. I had spent at least half an hour just standing there, nerves keeping me from resolution.

Beginning the process again, I flipped through my small, limited closet. I wasn’t sure what to wear today. Normally, I wouldn’t give my wardrobe this much thought – I preferred classic pairings, but today I was battling with internal morals.

On one hand, the thought of dressing up for Chris appealed to my lewd sexual fantasies, which have not stopped, but rather they increased in frequency after I began this position, the proximity as kindling to my fire. But on the other, the thought of his invitation for lunch being more than just a business move was damn hard to believe.

He was an iron curtain, his demeanor solemn, words few and far between. Our typical interactions were mechanical and brief, which is why this invitation was that much more bizarre. I didn’t see why we couldn’t discuss business in the office, so it was either a way to grow our employee-employer bond, or . . . he had ulterior motives. Read more »

Brimstone Series Book 2 – Episode 2

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**Chris**

There was just too much to do and not enough staff to delegate to.

Tyco was taking up all my time, and the associates were getting stressed, even more than usual. Each of them had a stack of papers the height of Olympus next to their desk.

Tonight was going to be a late night, but unlike other stretches of time where that spanned only a few days, the entire month of October was going to be late nights.

Bursting into my room, Jillian held an eerie grin on her face. ‘So, how did Stacey interview?’ She wanted the answer to be “fantastic” because we needed to start hiring again, and I was just too busy right now to give a shit.

‘Not so well,’ I firmly, scratching my chin. ‘And those oak doors are expensive. If you bust a hinge, that’s coming out of your paycheck.’

‘Shove it up your ass,’ she sneered. ‘And why didn’t she? She’s a dynamo.’ Read more »

Brimstone Series Book 2 – Episode 2

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**Chris**

There was just too much to do and not enough staff to delegate to.

Tyco was taking up all my time, and the associates were getting stressed, even more than usual. Each of them had a stack of papers the height of Olympus next to their desk.

Tonight was going to be a late night, but unlike other stretches of time where that spanned only a few days, the entire month of October was going to be late nights.

Bursting into my room, Jillian held an eerie grin on her face. ‘So, how did Stacey interview?’ She wanted the answer to be “fantastic” because we needed to start hiring again, and I was just too busy right now to give a shit.

‘Not so well,’ I firmly, scratching my chin. ‘And those oak doors are expensive. If you bust a hinge, that’s coming out of your paycheck.’

‘Shove it up your ass,’ she sneered. ‘And why didn’t she? She’s a dynamo.’ Read more »

Brimstone Series Book 2 – Episode 1

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**Chris**

This morning was straight out of Satan’s asshole.

I woke up to a long, deep dent of red paint on the back bumper of my Escalade. Whoever hit and run me didn’t have the balls to leave a note, so I had to call insurance for about an hour, spending most of my time listening to some guy without chest hair complain about his grandma’s cooking.

The fucking Knicks can’t win a game to save their lives right now. Carmelo Anthony has been dog shit for us; have they heard of something called defense?

Oh, and my third-biggest client, the online jeweler giant Michael Vandeross, has been poached by those snakes over at Dawson’s firm. Apparently, our associates haven’t been up to par, and I’ve been so busy handling Tyco’s Listeria class action that I delegated some of Michael’s work to them.

Associates whom our human resources manager hired. Read more »

Brimstone Series Book 2 – Episode 1 [MF][Story-driven]

**Sorry about the repost. Read the guidelines and realized I wasn’t exactly in line with it. I’m grateful to any readers who want to read here, but for a better reading experience (formatting-wise), please go to my blog in the link below!**
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Chris

This morning was straight out of Satan’s asshole.

I woke up to a long, deep dent of red paint on the back bumper of my Escalade. Whoever hit and run me didn’t have the balls to leave a note, so I had to call insurance for about an hour, spending most of my time listening to some guy without chest hair complain about his grandma’s cooking.

The fucking Knicks can’t win a game to save their lives right now. Carmelo Anthony has been dog shit for us; have they heard of something called defense?

Oh, and my third-biggest client, the online jeweler giant Michael Vandeross, has been poached by those snakes over at Dawson’s firm. Apparently, our associates haven’t been up to par, and I’ve been so busy handling Tyco’s Listeria class action that I delegated some of Michael’s work to them.

Associates whom our human resources manager hired. Read more »