Chapter 5

Sighing deeply, he switched on his ignition and slowly manoeuvres out of the estate. Immediately the gates closed behind him, he zoomed off, leaving a cloud of dust in the distance.

Now after three hours of extensive meeting, he decided to meet with the IT guy after smashing two of his laptops to bits and he was nowhere to be found. Angrily he had stormed to his office and met only his partner, Sharon or Shirley. Whoever the fuck she was.

"Where. Is. He?" Ryan  growled at her.

"Sir, hmm sir he is... Uhm the funny thing is.

"Do you want to face being sacked? Ryan asked, towering over the poor girl.

"No sir. She replied timidly, as she bent down.

"Now tell me where he is." He continued.

"He...he hasn't come yet, sir." She admitted looking down.

"After fucking noon and he isn't here. Angrily he stormed out of the office, as he glanced at the main entrance. He was at the reception smiling at the receptionist.

Immediately ryan voice boomed with anger

"JASON MCCAULLEY!, WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU COMING FROM!

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Jason shook his head as he took a deep breath and walked in. The receptionist's eyes widened as soon as she saw him. He walked to her table to sign in for the day.

“I am surprised, Jason. What the hell happened, you look like what the train ran over, why are you coming by this time, it is more than late. Are you trying to lose your job?” She said, looking at me from head to toe.

“I will tell you the whole story later, tell me, is Mr Ryan out of the meeting?” He had barely gotten the sentence out of his mouth when he heard the same familiar voice scream.

“JASON MCCAULLEY! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU COMING FROM?”  

Jason turned and gulped. Mr Ryan was standing at the top of the stairs glaring at him, with so much anger and hatred that everyone could see it. He saw Shir standing at the balcony looking at him, with fear. Oh, come on.

“Mr Ryan, I can explain." He said slowly trying to think of a reasonable excuse or he could kiss my job goodbye.

“Meet me in my office right now" Ryan said as he stormed away.

Jason gulped as he slowly followed him behind.

“He is so fired! He could hear a fellow employee                      

Jason’s heart broke into a trillion pieces.

"I am so sorry. Shir mouthed to him as he passed her.  

In front was the almighty office, people who always entered there, hoped to come out unscathed.

Jason paused outside the door when he heard his deep voice say.

"Come inside"

"How the hell did he know that he was outside already" Jason thought.

Damn! Was my breathing that noticeable?

He walked in as he closed the door silently behind him, This was the office of the rich and mighty. All objects here were made of expensive real Golds. Even the fucking chair.

Jason walked timidly to the table as he stood and awaited the worst.

"Where the hell have you been? Ryan asked.

"I was....at home." Jason replied.

"At home? All this while, you can't even come up with a reasonable excuse to give me. It seems that you truly want to be sacked."

"No sir, I do not. But I also don't want to lie to you, sir." Jason replied.

"I see. Okay so why are you late? What happened?"

"I was hungover....by accident. And my alarm didn't wake me."

"Your alarm... Your fucking alarm didn't..... Okay, okay. He said trying to control his outburst."

"I am sorry sir. It won't happen again." Jason said slowly, as ryan stared at him without saying anything. He was just breathing heavily, not taking his eyes off Jason.

Jason returned the stare and they locked glances for about five minutes.

Jason could feel something stirring within him, as he stared at his boss. 

Ryan was the first to break contact.

"Go drop your fucking bag on the table, in your office and get back in here this instant." Ryan said, causing Jason to blink his eyes in disbelief.

"Wait, I am not fired? Jason blurted out in surprised.

"Do you want me to change my mind? Ryan asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No sir, thank you, sir. You are the best." Jason gushed out excitedly as he rushed out.

Immediately Ryan bit his lips as he tried to lessen his boner which was poking a small tent, in his jeans, his precum already licking out.