Ghost of a Chance

Published by: eXtasy Books

ISBN :978-1-77111-551-3

Page :38

Word Count :8840

Publication Date :2013-05-12

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Available Formats : Ghost of a Chance (pdf) , Ghost of a Chance (prc) , Ghost of a Chance (epub) , Ghost of a Chance (mobi)

Category : Erotica , Paranormal

Product Code: 978-1-77111-551-3

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Sometimes the fog is more than you know.

Worn out by the day job from hell Megan Marie heads out for a night of music, dancing and good times. When she makes her way through the fog she finds more than sunny skies and a rainbow.

“I can’t take it anymore, I just can’t,” the despondent whisper of Megan Marie crackled through the hidden speaker.

From her plush, well-appointed office, Wesco CEO, Brenda Charles smiled to herself. Her most intense pleasure in life came from making other people miserable, particularly those who didn’t pay the proper homage to her. Megan Marie was the perfect example of someone who had to be brought in line, made to understand Brenda’s personal crusade. It took years to get where she was, brutally slow years cow towing to men in power.

Now the power was Brenda’s and she was going to enjoy every minute of it. Self-righteous do-gooders like Megan Marie only got in her way. She listened a few more minutes and when nothing further was heard, Brenda brought up the nanny-cam on Nanette, another of her employees. Nanette Laurens was another one that didn’t understand her sacred mission. Someone had to hire all those unskilled and pathetic women who didn’t have a clue. Women who knew how to deliver proper devotion and adoration to a woman like Brenda. Fist gripped, she pounded on her desk, oblivious to the pain that jarred up to her shoulder. Frustrated that there was no entertainment to be had in the office this afternoon, she shoved back from her desk. If her peons wouldn’t deliver, she’d find a way to make it happen.

A gleeful sneer crossing her lips, she prowled to the office closet and reached for the temperature dial. “Time to warm you up, Meggie-weggie.” With a flick of her wrist, she cut off the air that fed into the five by seven foot glass booth she’d had specially constructed for Megan. The chamber was one of Brenda’s proudest achievements. A few minutes later, the CEO strolled by, eyeing Megan with her shoulders slumped in defeat inside the virtually airless booth. Sooner or later Megan would come to see what a wonderful person Brenda was. That or Megan would end up totally destroyed as she’d savaged so many others.

Brenda watched with sadistic pleasure when at five, Megan bolted for the door. It was the weekend, but all was not lost. Even with those bothersome meetings this week, ones where that annoying Caren Walker made her look dumber than a post, the cameras in the glass cage recorded every move Megan made. The next few days would be sheer pleasure watching the videos of Megan in her little hovel. “Better than sex.” She told no one in particular. “Well, almost. Dilly is one hot momma,” she snickered, thinking of her hard-rubbered best friend.

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