His Absolute Assignment - Elise's Love Story: The Billionaire's Continuum (#1) (A Contemporary Romance Novel) Read Online Free PDF
Author: Cerys du Lys
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These thoughts, this frustration, gave me fuel and passion to write something wonderful and show Ms. Hamilton she was dumb. I wasn't sure how one thing correlated to the other, but I didn't really care at the moment, either.
I wanted to write. I needed to.
...
"I don't understand. I..." My brain overloaded, forgetting how to function.
"We're surrounded by storefronts and office buildings, that, if you hadn't noticed, shut down for the day hours ago. This was the only, and nearest, place with a light on, and the door was open. There's nowhere else."
"We're trapped?" I asked.
He nodded. "Quite."
"You're Lucent Storme," I muttered again.
I realized then that I was sitting on a bean bag in the children's section of the library, a book beneath my breasts, propping them up for prime viewing pleasure, with my skirt... with my skirt...
I jumped up and away from him, bouncing to my feet. Pulling my skirt back down to my knees from its previous lascivious spot hiked high up my thigh, I tried to present myself with some appropriate appearance.
Lucent merely smirked at me. "You know who I am, but who, might I ask, are you?"
"Elise," I murmured, affectedly shy all of a sudden. "Elise Tanner."
"A pleasure, Miss Tanner," he said, holding out his hand.
...
"Mr. Storme," a man said, speaking to Lucent through the internal phone system at Landseer Tower. "There's been an incident with Mrs. Landseer's office..."
Someone had broken into Jessika Landseer's office, vandalized it, and left slander and hate writ in capitalized, bolded letters all across her laptop screen. The document claimed her a whore, repeated over and over, crisp and clear.
Word of the incident with Mrs. Landseer's office reached Lucent shortly after it happened. First he heard about it from Henry, the head of security, and then he heard about it from Asher Landseer, himself. Presumably Jessika wanted to solve the problem on her own, but it seemed trickier than that. The directors and the CEO held a meeting to discuss the matter, but nothing was finalized. Something bothered him, though.
Alice Hamilton's audacity astounded him. Did she really expect anyone to agree with the security measures she deemed necessary? He didn't want to call anyone an idiot if he didn't have to, but tapping into every laptop computer's internal webcam and microphone seemed more than a bit excessive. This wasn't 1984 or some apocalyptic dystopian communist regime, it was a corporation and a business. Certainly they could do something , but something that drastic seemed completely unnecessary.
A part of him wanted to believe that Alice Hamilton was ignorant to the effects her scheme would cause, but another part wondered if it was part of another scheme. Lucent, admittedly, had a bad habit of paranoia at times. He found it difficult to trust others, except in rare circumstances, and he disliked board conference meetings most of all. A facade of democracy was well and good, but when people from multiple different departments that had almost nothing to do with one another tried to perform decision making and problem solving together, it rarely resulted in adequate or useful solutions.
It wasn't Lucent's decision, though; it would never be his decision. It suited him fine, to be honest. He didn't want to be anything more than a supporting member of Landseer Enterprises. Or, more accurately, he supported Asher Landseer, and Jessika, as well. Everyone else in the building and the company was certainly wonderful, and he harbored no hatred or ill-feelings towards them, but it wasn't his duty to protect them.
Most of them, at least, with a few exceptions.
He smiled, taking a rare break, remembering Elise. She was amazing to him, always new and vibrant in so many different ways. He saw her, saw her every day in fact, but each time seemed exciting and intimate.
He adored her.
Sometimes he wanted to do terrible things to
These thoughts, this frustration, gave me fuel and passion to write something wonderful and show Ms. Hamilton she was dumb. I wasn't sure how one thing correlated to the other, but I didn't really care at the moment, either.
I wanted to write. I needed to.
...
"I don't understand. I..." My brain overloaded, forgetting how to function.
"We're surrounded by storefronts and office buildings, that, if you hadn't noticed, shut down for the day hours ago. This was the only, and nearest, place with a light on, and the door was open. There's nowhere else."
"We're trapped?" I asked.
He nodded. "Quite."
"You're Lucent Storme," I muttered again.
I realized then that I was sitting on a bean bag in the children's section of the library, a book beneath my breasts, propping them up for prime viewing pleasure, with my skirt... with my skirt...
I jumped up and away from him, bouncing to my feet. Pulling my skirt back down to my knees from its previous lascivious spot hiked high up my thigh, I tried to present myself with some appropriate appearance.
Lucent merely smirked at me. "You know who I am, but who, might I ask, are you?"
"Elise," I murmured, affectedly shy all of a sudden. "Elise Tanner."
"A pleasure, Miss Tanner," he said, holding out his hand.
...
"Mr. Storme," a man said, speaking to Lucent through the internal phone system at Landseer Tower. "There's been an incident with Mrs. Landseer's office..."
Someone had broken into Jessika Landseer's office, vandalized it, and left slander and hate writ in capitalized, bolded letters all across her laptop screen. The document claimed her a whore, repeated over and over, crisp and clear.
Word of the incident with Mrs. Landseer's office reached Lucent shortly after it happened. First he heard about it from Henry, the head of security, and then he heard about it from Asher Landseer, himself. Presumably Jessika wanted to solve the problem on her own, but it seemed trickier than that. The directors and the CEO held a meeting to discuss the matter, but nothing was finalized. Something bothered him, though.
Alice Hamilton's audacity astounded him. Did she really expect anyone to agree with the security measures she deemed necessary? He didn't want to call anyone an idiot if he didn't have to, but tapping into every laptop computer's internal webcam and microphone seemed more than a bit excessive. This wasn't 1984 or some apocalyptic dystopian communist regime, it was a corporation and a business. Certainly they could do something , but something that drastic seemed completely unnecessary.
A part of him wanted to believe that Alice Hamilton was ignorant to the effects her scheme would cause, but another part wondered if it was part of another scheme. Lucent, admittedly, had a bad habit of paranoia at times. He found it difficult to trust others, except in rare circumstances, and he disliked board conference meetings most of all. A facade of democracy was well and good, but when people from multiple different departments that had almost nothing to do with one another tried to perform decision making and problem solving together, it rarely resulted in adequate or useful solutions.
It wasn't Lucent's decision, though; it would never be his decision. It suited him fine, to be honest. He didn't want to be anything more than a supporting member of Landseer Enterprises. Or, more accurately, he supported Asher Landseer, and Jessika, as well. Everyone else in the building and the company was certainly wonderful, and he harbored no hatred or ill-feelings towards them, but it wasn't his duty to protect them.
Most of them, at least, with a few exceptions.
He smiled, taking a rare break, remembering Elise. She was amazing to him, always new and vibrant in so many different ways. He saw her, saw her every day in fact, but each time seemed exciting and intimate.
He adored her.
Sometimes he wanted to do terrible things to
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