Chapter 15 Chapter 15
ALINA'S POV
True to my thoughts, the sleep after getting home from Oxygen was the most amazing. First I stripped down to my panties, headed into the shower, came out refreshed and pounced on the bed with nothing but a faded polo to guide the night.The perfect 'I so crushed you Roman' mood. A smile playing on my lips as I slept.
I didn't even work on any concept. The bastard would reject it anyways, so I could just continue the next day. Sunday.
Which I did, this time returning back to my mood board. It was all about creating moods and understanding the best way to craft everything while still making it unique.
There was no other way, I had to use my compulsory two nights at Oxygen. Only after checking out every corner and section myself would I be able to understand what exactly I was missing and shut that bastard's mouth once and for all.
Monday came quick though, but Roman was quicker. No surprise there.
"Concepts, budget caps, timelines, internal experience flow and even daily operations ideas??" I looked up from the folder, the printed notice I was just given first thing in the morning. "What does he want? My daily routine? All of it to be reported to him now?"
"I'm only a messenger, Miss. Was just asked to drop this off with you, please sign you've received it." The security said, standing with a pad for my signature whereas I couldn't believe it. Believe this!
You could imagine the nerves on Roman. Such a petty, ego bruised and pained ass man he was!
So what, he couldn't handle a few harsh words? After starting first? Now he tightens the leash around here, around me, want to monitor and tie my entire dealings with him?
I even had to have the workers meeting with him present?? Just what the hell, this is my project. I'm the creative consultant here not him.
"Oh my God," I chuckled softly, dropping the folder and notice down on my desk. "He's just trying to get to me. He's definitely trying, and I'm going to let him."
The security stared at me, an eyebrow arched as I muttered to myself. I just shook my head, grabbed his pad and signed like he wanted. Like that bastard wanted.
No need to fight it. For the fact that the security was here, even waiting for me to resume this morning, it only meant plans more than this paper had been put in place. He has definitely done more than give me a common notice.
And as the security left, me taking my seat and turning on my system, first thing that popped up was a mail. Several even. "He also sent via email??" I scoffed aloud, "Why bother to print then and have me sign?"
What was I even asking. Why else would Roman go the extra mile if not to shove it in my face? Shove his authority and 'boss' privileges in my face and down my throat. This was more than me not getting the concept right. 'His' concept, and I don't know what's more insulting.
Him belittling my capabilities, or openly taking actions that restrict my authority, reducing me to a mere worker in his building.
But then again, this only meant he had awareness. He knew this wasn't right. This action of his, and yet he still did it.
"He really wants to make things difficult for me. Wants to find an excuse to contact Boldlines..." I muttered, rolling my eyes at the possibility. Possibility of Joe breathing down my neck.
Well, there's something he doesn't know. Something about me, and that is the fact that I singlehandedly scaled through from a mere intern, then to junior creative assistant, creative Coordinator, junior Creative Strategist, and now a Creative Consultant due to the Oxygen Project, all because I kissed ass!
I kissed so much asses, worked my bones to the core, and handled several jobs at a time! It was my speciality. Reason why stupid Nicole kept using Joe to make me do her work.
I've spent nights handling projects that took people weeks! What is a common abuse of power from Roman that I could not handle? If anything, it was time to make him swallow his words, and stick his head in a ditch!
"You want to frustrate me?" I chuckled, straightening out to focus. "Well, watch me frustrate you too. The fraustrator is about to be frustrated!"
Game on, Mr. Roman.
And with that, I got to work. Eyes focused and hands opening a clean sheet on my laptop. Reworking all I'd done alongside the concept he'd rejected. Budget caps and all.
I still had other matters lined up to handle aside the concept he kept rejecting. I'd placed them on hold initially, but with his continuous rejection and now trespassing of territories, I wouldn't be surprised if he took matters into his own hands without my permission. Excluding me hence from my own project. I've seen this game way too many times to not recognise it.
Won't let that happen here. Not on this project, my first major project.
He won't make me get a bad record. Not on my watch!
So I drafted everything lined up. Scheduled those meetings and sent out the proper notices myself. Not even sparing time for lunch or anything. It was me against the clock. By the time I called it a day it was past 6pm, but I wasn't bothered or tired one bit. Still had Oxygen to go inspect.
Needed to go through every section and levels in the building while it's in action, only that way can I figure out what I was missing. And I did. Stuffing down a bunch of sandwiches as I went home, a soda to wash it all down. No big deal, this was my regular on days like this. I would even add a bit of grilled meat if I was feeling good, but I wasn't feeling good or proud so no.
I dressed up and headed to Oxygen as at around past 9pm. Things would've started getting heated then, which I was corrected.
No point hanging around the first floor and the staff quarters since I'd already familiarised myself with them to some extent, so I took the elevator up!
But the things I saw. The things I heard with my own ears, I knew I wouldn't be forgetting them anytime soon. Couldn't jot down a thing. Too stunned and stupidly turned on to do so.
It was like the more I saw, the more in awe I was. People really were crazy craving insane things like that! But me that was getting turned on by watching them, what would I be called? What would that make me?
"Probably worse, but who cares?" I chuckled shakily, trying to convince myself as I stepped away again from another private viewing room. The people in there already moaning quietly and touching themselves. Casting me an inviting look even. But that only made them spot the Insignia on my collar and immediately they turned away.
I was starting to wonder what kind of punishment was dished out to those that broke the rules. How strict they were for the clients to not even dare spare a glance twice at a staff.
It made me feel pretty safe in all the insanity going on around me. I had to repeatedly remind myself this wasn't a whorehouse. It was no brothel either, just a sex establishment catered to wealthy men and women who wanted pleasure, control, and anonymity. And yet, they obeyed rules like no man's business.
How Roman pulled these off was beyond me. But I couldn't let myself feel admiration for him, for my abuser, so nope. That was the end of that line of thought.
I went on to different levels in the building. Places Ms.Vega took me, but not when they were active and in use. The Eden suites were pretty useful in reviving my wetness after I left the inferno hallway. I could actually see myself coming over to try them out, but upon getting to The Deep End. The VIP invite-only hallway.
The very place Ms. Vega didn't even mention. There were no cameras here. No rules, no limits. Worse? It was full and active! Very, very much active. People really got fantasized by such big red banner of trouble. What scared me even more was the insanity between my thighs.
The soaking wetness there. The urge, uneasiness and complete restlessness that made me want to just stick a few fingers down there. Forget for a minute how crazy this all was and just...just enjoy it.
That was crazy. Scary.
And I almost did it. Especially after watching two masked individuals have the most gruesome sex ever and deeply enjoying it! They didn't even bother to shut their door, and after noticing me standing and staring, they only increased their pace. Just two persons. A man a woman. A very sexy looking woman too, with a body type like mine. Big tits, and enough flesh behind which the male she was with couldn't seem to get enough of.
I got lost staring. Lost my mind there for a minute, only realising when I stepped a foot inside their room. The air feeling different, hot. Only then did my brain cells began working and with eyes wide as suagges I turned on my heels and sped down the hallway. Straight to the elevator.
It was a wrap then. Had enough for the day. Needed a really cold shower too.
But all of that, just before the elevator door snapped shut, I spotted someone. A man, with same features as the one always behind Roman.
What was his name again?
Jordan.
Question is, what was he doing here?
I hadn't stayed for long, but I knew where that man was? Roman was not far.
So the actual question is, was this his own playground too?