Power Broker Contract

Paula and I first met at a business luncheon. I arranged the lunch with Paula, she is seeking a power broker to assist her.
The conference is boring but the lunch is definitely going to be worth my time. I’m dressed in a tailored grey suit and royal blue tie. After the usual business pleasantries are exchanged, lunch is finished, the conference culminated, Paula and I exchanged small talk. ” Would you like to get together later, Paula?” I asked. Paula walks through the outer doorway of number 8 Carroll Street leaving behind the hot August air that has dogged her after she exited the limo. She has double and triple checked the address on the small piece of paper I had given her. Paula stood in the small hallway connecting the outer door to an inner locked door.

On the wall is an intercom system with many room and suite numbers and a button next to each one. 12 businesses in all Paula noted, counting the buttons and room numbers. Paula found the number written on the paper, and the name she had been given next to this number, on the intercom. Paula read: Malone Enterprise. She presses the button and waits. She isn’t waiting long. As her finger left the button on the wall a buzz sounded and a male voice issues from the intercom. ” Hello, how may I help you?”
” I … um, have an appointment to have a meeting with Mr. Malone … uh …at four.” Paula spoke in a halting nervous tone. The voice answers her. ” Are you Mrs. Paula Patterson?” ” Yes sir,” Paula replied. ” I will buzz you in; you may come upstairs by using the elevator in the lobby. Thirteenth floor, our office is the only one on the floor, so just walk right in when you see our doorway Mrs. Patterson.” The voice receded and a harsh buzz followed, Paula pushes open the inner door and walks inside.

Paula is relieved to find the lobby incredibly cold. The air conditioning apparently is turned to the max, and Paula breathes deeply feeling her damp body dry nicely after the long ride through the streets on this hot summer day. Paula looks in the mirrored wall of the lobby near the elevator and fluffs out her long dark hair, and examines her make-up. Paula found her face to still be very presentable, but she took out her lipstick and reapplied some to her lips. She feels self conscious in the revealing outfit that I recommended she wear . Her tight pink dress hugs her breasts and her shelf bra pushing them up and made them much more prominent than normal. She sees her nipples which stuck out over the bra were hard and obvious in the cold air of the lobby, and she feels her face redden at this sight. The hem came to just a few inches past her ass, which is round and enticing she has to admit in this dress.

Paula’s legs looks longer than they are in this dress, especially with the high spiked heels she wore. Looking in the mirror Paula’s own assessment of how she looks is that she looks very sexy. Paula was informed that she needed to look hot, to get my firm as a power broker. She had been told she had to agree to certain arrangements. No agreement to the arrangement need not keep appointment at Malone Enterprise. The elevator doors open, Paula walk towards it.