Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55271 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55271 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
10
LEDGER
“Yeah, I got the texts, the emails, and the damn phone calls. What was so important you deemed it necessary to put a 9-1-1 with it?” I walk into the office the next morning talking to Ella, my secretary, about the ridiculousness she’s been starting. After I left Tulsa’s and got home, I took care of a few things around the house before I grabbed a shower, where I jacked my cock to the memory of watching her fingering her pussy. Her tits were unbound, floating above the water, cherry-red nipples begging for my mouth, eyes falling closed then fluttering open when I spoke. Fuck, it was a beautiful sight to see. It took me no time at all to spray my cum on the shower floor, which did absolutely nothing to deflate my cock.
“You never go silent. We have orders to go over, appointments to get scheduled for estimates, and you ducked out of all of it yesterday.” I take a sip of my coffee, annoyed after spending a great day with Tulsa going well into the evening. The only issue was saying goodbye to her, seeing the hurt in her eyes when I didn’t give her what she wanted. The only reason I didn’t get a taste of her lips is because when I start, there’s no damn way I’ll ever stop.
“Ella, when I say I’m going silent, that means I’m going silent. Do not call, text, email, send smoke signals, or whatever else. There’s a reason we have two project managers, an estimator, and the rest of the guys. If you can’t figure shit out, which is part of your job, maybe you should look elsewhere.” It’s too early for this. I’ve got a mom who doesn’t question me this much. I’ll be damned if someone I pay to work for me will act like she’s my lord and keeper.
“Oh, well, okay.” I walk away. She’ll either get it or she won’t; the ball is in her court whether she listens to me. Since her mouth was opening and closing, I’m thinking it’s sinking in. I head to my office to get a few things out of the way, then make my rounds to the jobsites we’ve got going on, knowing in the next few weeks we’re working on a restoration project where wood rot out the ass beneath the piled-on shingles through the years. It’s going to be mammoth. Bringing in a few apprentices from the local high school who are taking construction classes will help. They won’t be able to go on the roof to work, but they can harness in, watch the process, and help do the groundwork.
I take another sip of my coffee, look at the piles of papers on my desk, and wake my computer up, already jonsing to get out of the office. I need to hire someone else who enjoys paperwork, schmoozing people, and allows me to come and go more.
“Hey, you got a minute?” I glance up from my computer, happy something will distract me from this mess. I figured hiring a secretary would relieve a lot of the workload, and Ella did for the past seven years. This month and last, it’s been a damn three-ringed circus. Changes are definitely brewing in the structuring of Sinclair Roofing.
“Chase, of course. What can I do for you?” I ask. My door is always open for employees to come in and talk to me about anything. Chase is one of my project managers, so if he asks to talk, I may need something a bit stronger than coffee.
“I’ve got an issue. Mind if I close the door?” Just as I assumed, something is wrong.
“Of course.” I sit back in my chair, wondering if starting my own business was smart. Work is non-stop, there’s zero down time, and taking half a fucking day off is backfiring on me big time today. Man, Mom would love to hear my thoughts right about now. She warned me to be prepared to work around the clock. She would know, since she’s an entrepreneur herself in the form of an artist, painting canvases in an almost 3D-type portrait, except it’s layered paint, which has made her successful, but with it came a lot of sleepless nights.
“I got a frantic phone call yesterday afternoon. Ella was losing her shit, saying something was wrong with you because you weren’t returning her calls. I don’t know what the hell is going on, but, man, I can’t be at a jobsite and have that. Then she didn’t even put the order in needed for next week’s project, the Mockingbird House. We’ve got no damn wood ordered, let alone the other supplies.” I run my hand down my face and close my eyes. A pulsing starts in my head. Next, my eye will start twitching, and then I won’t be responsible for the words flying out of my mouth.