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Chapter Four: Standing Orders
Chapter Four: Standing Orders
Mara escalated carefully.
For the next meeting she chose the highest black patent stilettos in her wardrobe. Two directors lost the thread of their conversation when she crossed the outer office. Elena looked down at the shoes once.
“Ambitious.”
Mara took that as praise. Continue reading “Beneath her Notice – Chapter 4“
Chapter Three: The Secretary’s Discretion
Chapter Three: The Secretary’s Discretion
Mara was told the truth the following afternoon.
The conversation lasted eleven minutes. Elena described the private arrangement without apology or embellishment. Adrian confirmed his agreement. Mara listened, asked three concise questions, and sat in thoughtful silence.
“You may decline,” Elena said.
Mara looked at Adrian, then at Elena’s Louboutins.
“I don’t believe I shall.” Continue reading “Beneath her Notice – Chapter 3“
## Chapter Two: The Point of Her Heel
Chapter Two: The Point of Her Heel
Three days later, Adrian returned.
Elena wore ivory beneath a fitted black jacket. Her Louboutins were patent black, their pointed toes severe and their red soles visible whenever she crossed her legs.
“You’ve been thinking about what happened,” she said.
“Yes.”
“Mara’s heel—or the fact that you chose not to move?”
“The second.”
“I thought so.”
Elena approached until her shoes stopped before his. Continue reading “Beneath her Notice – Chapter 2“
Chapter One: Beneath Her Notice
Chapter One: Beneath Her Notice
By the time Elena Voss reached the thirty-eighth floor each morning, the building seemed to arrange itself in anticipation.
Conversations sharpened. Jackets were buttoned. Spines straightened behind glass walls. Elena demanded no ceremony; she considered ceremony a substitute for genuine authority. People prepared because disappointing her felt like discovering a flaw in themselves.
At forty-two, she was the youngest chief executive in the company’s history. The financial press described her as disciplined, exacting and unusually perceptive. It rarely mentioned the measured way she crossed a room, or how effortlessly attention followed her. Continue reading “Beneath her Notice – Chapter 1“
Jennifer Gasped.
She gazed at a spectacle of bloody horror. She was partly shielded from the scene by Shannon’s bed. There, on the far side of the bed, she could see her sister holding what looked to be a small hatchet. Her face and arms were covered with fresh blood, as she stood immobile, leering down at something not yet visible.
It took Jennifer a second to gather her thoughts. Then she rushed around the bed to see Shannon standing on her brother. Her high heels impaled each of his nipples. The tips had clearly penetrated his chest. For a moment Jennifer was transfixed by the slow rise and fall of Shannon’s body as his chest heaved in a desperate attempt to get air. Freddy appeared to be unconscious beneath her. His face and trunk were terribly bruised and lacerated, but Jennifer finally noticed, to her horror, that all four of his limbs were neatly severed from his body. Shannon had arranged the dismembered limbs in a neat circle around her victim. She stared at her handiwork with the look of a demented artist, admiring the final composition of bloody limbs. Shannon’s eyes slowly rose to meet her
sister’s astonished stare. Continue reading “A Million Dollar Floormat – Chapter 6“
It was two in the morning. Jennifer was getting sleepy. She had just about lost any lingering desire to persuade her brother Freddy into becoming her floormat. He had been talking, nonstop, for hours. He needed to convince his sister that He was truly his sister’s milder half, and that Shannon could not be whole, or content, until they were permanently reunited. His twin must accept him as her mat. On and on he went, determined, it appeared, that he would not stop until he had enlisted Jennifer in his cause. This seemed pretty silly to Jennifer. But she had decided that two people so intense probably deserved each other. She also decided that when she got her own advanced mat, that they could leave the talking part out. She still lay with her feet comfortably in Freddy’s lap. The idea of poking her toes between his lips still appealed, but not so much to tease him into submitting to her. The idea was rather to shut him up. Jennifer stretched and yawned.
“Look, Freddy, this makes zero sense to me. But if you really would rather belong to Shannon, instead of having me play with you, then I’ll try to help you. Don’t start in again. Yes, I know, you were put on this earth to be the yin to her yang, or something like that. As far as I’m concerned, you’re just as likely on this earth to keep my feet warm. And I’ll just bet I could convince you and your own little yinyang that I’m right. But, I’m too tired to argue. So, how can I help you with Shannon?” Continue reading “A Million Dollar Floormat – Chapter 5“
The ride home took a long time. Traffic was heavy, and the big Lincoln frequently slowed to a crawl. “I sure wish there was a spell to fix traffic jams, Jennifer announced. “I bet you could make another fortune, Mom.” Gloria grinned at her daughter. The first smile in some hours, and Jennifer was pleased to see it.
“Well, Jennifer, we could always fly home. It would make us sort of conspicuous, I’m afraid.” Continue reading “A Million Dollar Floormat – Chapter 4“
The headquarters of Custom Floormats Inc. was in keeping with their commitment to modern technology. It was a very modern, rather generic looking office building, in a suburban business park. It was not a large building, and was wedged between two national insurance companies. Jennifer was getting more excited as the limousine pulled up to the front door. Elizabeth, who was driving, ran around to let Jennifer and her mother out. She looked a bit odd in her chauffeur’s uniform. Her blond curls burst out from under the cap. She tried to look solemn as she held the door open, but could not manage it. She looked like a young mischievous lady who was trying hard not to giggle. In this case, her looks told the truth. As Jennifer stepped out, Elizabeth leaned over and whispered, ”Have fun in there. I want to hear all about it later.” Continue reading “A Million Dollar Floormat – Chapter 3“
Chapter #2
Jennifer Blake awoke with a smile. It was Tuesday morning. Today she would go with her mother to meet Lilith, and maybe purchase her first mat. She sat up and sensuously stretched to wake up. She looked at the light streaming in through the balcony doors. She hopped out of bed and made her way into her bathroom. She sang as she showered, and then dressed.
She was skipping school today, so she decided to dress up. A leisurely search through her closets ended with a finely tailored blue suit. It went on over her sheer dark pantyhose. At last, she found the matching blue pumps and slipped them on. They were conservative as such shoes go, with only a two-inch heel. Continue reading “A Million Dollar Floormat – Chapter 2“
Female author tells a tale of how she got her sneakers cleaned
It had been raining on and off all day. Not a heavy downpour, just that stubborn drizzle of a cool day in mid-May that slowly soaked everything — the air, the forest floor, even your clothes. The woods smelled of wet earth and moss as I walked along the muddy trail with my dog.
On my feet were my old Adidas Gazelles. The pale pink color had faded slightly over the years, and the white soles were no longer perfectly spotless, but that was exactly why I liked them. They were comfortable, broken in, and had been with me on countless walks.
Today, though, they were taking a beating. Continue reading “Cleaning Adidas Gazelles“