CEO´S TRUE LOVE

They always loved giving me a big welcome. I stood behind the red curtains as the last dancer returned, letting out a sigh of relief. Her lingerie wasn't as complicated as mine, but then again, she hadn't been here as long as I had. She was not as loved as I was. The crowd was already cheering, knowing that I was next. "And then," the announcer began as I rolled my shoulders back and placed my hands on the inside of the curtain, "The one you've been waiting for! The amazing Apple!-the curtain opened, arms raised and beaming at the crowd. The cheering grew louder.

But I played dumb, against the lights. The pole stopped in front of me and I waddled towards it with full confidence. I could care less about the crowd. The cheering and praise from him was amazing. Of course, but most of it came from men who only wanted me for my body. I do whatever it takes to get paid. That's what I always told myself. Even though my salary and tips are the main reason, I also do this because I have talent. I grabbed the pole in front of me and started my routine. One leg around the pole and then the other. My body flows to the beat of the pop song playing behind me. The crowd, within ten seconds of my entry, he had already started throwing money at me I wrapped one leg around the pole and leaned back, circling around the pole. In my last circle around, someone's hand was outstretched trying to pass me bills. I took it with my teeth with a playful smile and a crunch on my nose before sliding back against the post and making a show of putting it into my Appley white bra. My routine continued; the applause continued. The lights were brighter for me, and even though there were other dancers on the side stages, the whole club was around me. They loved me. Then I started more movements lying on the ground On all fours, I started to twerk. There was a guy in the club that night. A young guy himself, twenty years old, in a formal suit. He looked at me just a little bit, mostly on his phone. When I looked back at him, I bit my lip and winked at him. His face turned light pink and he went back to his phone. The slightly older men around me went crazy, even though the gesture was not meant for them. I got to my feet with a twist of the body and returned to pole position. I grabbed him one more time and began to dance around him. With both hands on the pole, my leg came up, making a perfect line with my other leg. By the end of the first song, there was easily a good amount, a hundred, maybe two hundred, on the floor and the larger bills that made another fifty in my bra. At the end of the day, that's why I did what I did, for money of course. but it's not that why all the girls do it? As one of the staff members collected the proceeds from my first song, I crouched at the edge of the stage. It was a provocation for the men. They shouted confessions of love, how sexy I was, how beautiful I was, how they wanted to see me without underwear. He had heard it all before. but I just waved and smiled, blowing a few kisses here and there. I loved the attention, the money wasn't bad at all, but having people pay attention to me for once was also a great benefit. I would take any kind of attention at this point, the good, the bad, everything. That's when the security guard tapped me on the shoulder, it was my last song, at the end of my night, I had enough money to pay half of this week's rent. The money tomorrow would be for the other half. While some girls used this money as extra money, to support their children, or to pay for their university studies, I only had myself. The rent was expensive in the area and he didn't have a car to travel anywhere cheaper. Besides, this place was my home, why leave? As I started to head towards the dressing room to change my clothes for the night, I heard someone call my name. What is it really called? I turn to see a man in his mid-thirties jogging towards me. he doesn't look bad, with a muscular frame and beautiful blue eyes that would make most girls run after him. "Hello, Apple," he greeted, slurred slightly. She probably drank that alcohol to get the nerve to talk to me. "I was wondering if you'd like to do a private event for me and my boys this Saturday." Oh here we go again. "Then after, maybe you could give me a private session." I'd even let you stay the night if you wanted. God. Men. they were pathetic assholes sometimes. Most of the time for me since I worked at a strip club. "No thanks," I replied with a pleasant but fake smile. I don't do private events. and I don't...fuck the abusive men. But I kept that part to myself. "I'll give you five hundred," the man begged. "Sorry, the answer is still no." -Thousand.- -No. Now get out before I call security. The man's face twisted into a frown. "Fuck you," he said before spitting at my feet and stumbling. "Fuck you too," I muttered before heading to the dressing room. "Hi, Apple," one of the girls greeted. "Great show, Apple," said another. But the rest were silent. I didn't expect much from the audience. They didn't even know my real name. But I expect more from my stripper sisters. Maybe they were just jealous and that's why they barely recognized me and just using my stage name. But I have a real name, Amanda Kennedy.

The loud click of my keyboard filled my boring office as I sent out my morning emails. I changed the tab to my calendar. Around ten o'clock in bright red was "Mr.Watts." "Grant!" I yelled as I continued typing on my computer. A young man of approximately twenty-five years of age with straight brown hair and round glasses that made him look like a middle-aged man. student who walked into my office a few seconds later. "Yes, Louis?" he asked before catching his breath. We've been good friends for years, so he was the only person in this office who referred to me by my first name.

To everyone else, he was Mr. Freud. "Did you send those interns the numbers for your presentation today with Mr. Watts?" I asked turning my eyes to Grant. There was a time when the only sound in the office was the flick of Grant's finger as he ran across his tablet. "Yes, Louis," I answered as he walked towards me. "I sent it last week, and it says they read it five minutes after they got it. See?" She turned her tablet over so he could see the email he'd sent. I scanned it and everything was as he said she said. -Good.- I went back to my computer and began to consult the schedules of my employees to the day. "Are you worried they won't do well?" Grant asked as he began to serve me a coffee from the coffee machine in my office that was always running. "Oh no," I replied, taking the mug as he handed it to me, "it's just a status report meeting." with a low level investor. This is to introduce you to investor meetings, so if you can't do this, you can't do anything and you were both our top two candidates. Grant nodded from side to side. "I guess you're right," he replied. -But this is their first big presentation here at the company, so they might be nervous. "They shouldn't be." They've done presentations before in college and probably in high school before that. What makes this one different? It was hard but true, that's the way it is although it always is. Newer employees get nervous at their first company introduction when in reality they shouldn't be and end up making a fool of themselves. -Louis, the fact that you don't get nervous doesn't mean that others aren't. Just don't be too hard on them, they're unpaid interns, after all, we're lucky to have them. Grant was right as usual. Usually he went out of his way to be my conscience and keep me a bit empathetic. That's when a jolt came from my computer. The alarm set ten minutes earlier my meeting was starting. "Well," I said, standing up, "I guess I should go to the meeting now. What room is he in? "Conference room 384A," Grant replied as he walked with his head down, looking at his tablet. "Thank you," I reply as I head down the hallway and into the elevator. When I entered the elevator, the inmates were already waiting in the elevator. A young woman with her curly red hair tied up in a bun held a tablet close to her chest. Even from the elevator entrance, I could see that she was sweating in drops. The other inmate, a young man with black hair, was frantically typing something on her tablet. She could only hope that he didn't panic ending the presentation. "Good morning, Mr. Freud!" exclaimed the girl. "Good morning," I replied, taking my place in the elevator with Grant. "I hope you two are prepared for your presentation today." "Of course!" replied the other before letting out a nervous laugh. "Why don't you have it ready?" They didn't have it fully prepared; It was obvious. I narrowed my eyes, looking at the couple, hoping I could get them to confess (rather than shame) themselves at the meeting. "I don't know why you wouldn't have it ready." I have let you know that this presentation it will make or break your position in this company, and I hope you take it seriously. The man gave a nervous giggle while the woman gave me a slight smile. The elevator finally reached the third floor and we emerged into a corridor full of meeting rooms. My black shoes clicked against the hardwood floor as we made our way to the meeting. When Grant opened the door, Mr. Watts was waiting inside. He was an older man in his fifties, with silver hair that was balding slightly. The chubby man stood up, walking towards me with a wide smile. Hit it!" he exclaimed, holding out a hand for me to shake. "I didn't know you'd be attending this meeting!" I gave him a small smile. "I'm just supervising the two of you giving the presentation," I replied. "I hope you don't mind." -Of course not! In fact, I'm really glad you're here! I was going to ask someone to relay the message, but since you're here, I can tell you myself. I tilted my head slightly, interested in what he had to say. He was one of our most stable investors, not having changed a thing in the last five years, so anything he had to say must be important. -Because my company is earning mined money from another of our investments, We have decided to invest more in your company! That is, of course, if our state remains stable. within your company." I gave him a bigger but forced smile. Of course, this was the project I put the interns on. If this meeting goes wrong, we'll lose your investment. "Thank you very much," I replied. I turned to the pair of interns who, having set up the presentation, they seemed even more terrified. I gave them a little nod and that's when it all went downhill...

Louis The meeting was horrible. So horrible, in fact, that he deinvested from him entirely. When the interns weren't ready and their presentation was a shit show, I explained that they were new hires and this was their first meeting. I was hoping to get some sympathy from Mr. Watts, but that's when those stupid interns admitted they were interns. Mr. Watts took great umbrage at the idea of ​​me putting interns in their meeting "If I'm so unimportant that my meeting deserves mere interns, I guess my investment isn't important enough for you." I am retired. Angry, he left the room.

I shot the inmates on the spot. I spent the rest of the day hunched over my computer trying to patch things up with Mr. Watts and reconfigure the finances. Those stupid interns ruined everything for me. Mr. Watts was one of our oldest investors, having been here since my father. If other investors found out about the loss of their investment, they would ask questions. They too could withdraw. I had to fix this as soon as possible. As my fingers flew across the keyboard, Grant brought me my third coffee in the past hour. I had to fix this now and I didn't care if it meant staying in the office all night. "Louis," Grant said with concern in his voice, "you really need to go home, or at least take a break. "No way," I replied between sips of my coffee and typing numbers into my calculator. This has to be fixed now, otherwise my inbox will be flooded with angry emails tomorrow. Grant took the coffee cup from me. "Come on, just a little break," she begged as she set her cup down next to the coffee machine. You've been at this for hours. "I said no, just fuck off," I spat, my temper getting the best of me. Despite my harsh words, Grant didn't flinch. It didn't matter what I said to him half the time, he knew he never meant it. he. "Look, I'm sorry. I'm really stressed. "I know," he replied. "That's why I say you should take a break or better go home." The chair rocks back and forth when I lean back in it. Even sitting here, I can feel like I'm falling asleep. The only thing keeping me awake was the caffeine in my veins and the occasional shake from my head. "God, I need a drink," I mutter to myself, or at least what I thought was to myself because for a second, Grant's face lights up. "Let's go out then!" he exclaimed, grabbing my briefcase. I know this great place is walking distance to where I go sometimes after work.-I didn't know of any bars very close. Well, I was at that strip club. "Are you talking about that strip club on second?" I asked. "Yeah, they have an amazing bartender and a super stripper," he whistles. -She knows how. work that pole. I put my eye white. God, I can't believe she's trying to talk me into going to a striptease. "I'm not going to go to a strip club to watch you masturbate, seeing a stripper." He rolls his eyes "I don't go there for the strippers, just for the drinks," he replies, offering me a hand to get out of my chair. "But you really should see her." She's a great dancer and she's hot. "I'll be the judge of that," grabbing my Grant briefcase and placing it in my hand. "So shall we go?" I nod. "What can I say, you've convinced me." He held my office door open for me. "It was the mention of hot girls, right?" he jokes as we leave my office. I pursed my lips and nodded. We were the only ones left in the building, most of the cubicles dark with the only ones lit by emergency lights and the red glow of the exit sign. We left the building and started our walk towards the strip club. How could Grant talk me into going to a strip club with the promise of hot girls? Of course, they went to see hot girls! It's a strip club for crying out loud! If anyone sees me there and recognizes me, I'd be the talk of the papers for weeks. No one like me would get caught dead going to a strip club. But after a five-minute walk, there we were, standing outside a small building with a pink neon sign-Hollywood Strip-buzzing over the entrance. "This is a mistake," I tell him as Grant opens the door for me. "Okay," he says, following behind me, "we're here and we're in, going back now? The music inside rattled my eardrums and various colored lights flashed as I the dancers performed their routines on various stages spread throughout the club. The main was empty, which I found strange. Grant led me to the counter and we sat down. As soon as the bartender noticed us he came over with a smile on his face. "Hello, Grant, my man!" she said, throwing her towel over her shoulder. "Great, Jimmy!" Grant waved back. I stared in disbelief at the interaction in front of me. -Good Have two whiskeys on the rocks. "Vodka," I corrected Grant. "Okay, a vodka and a whiskey on the rocks." "He's coming!" said the bartender, or Jimmy, I guess. He walked away to start our drinks and turned to Grant. "Then understand me well," I began, "you already know the bartender of a strip club and you treat him as you?" How often do you come here?" Grant shrugged and I sighed. -Whatever. I just need a drink or two and then I have to get back to work." Grant let out a defeated sigh, realizing he wasn't going to get me home for a while. The bartender returned with our two drinks in hand. The moment he put down mine, I grabbed it and drank it in one go. I shook my head to get rid of the stinger and then hit him again. Down on the counter. "Give me another one," I ordered the bartender who was looking at me with a raised look. eyebrow. -Difficult day?- "You have no idea," I replied as I removed the glass. The drinks kept coming while the music continued to play. Then, for a moment, the music stopped and the announcer went on to say, "Now we present The Incredible Apple!" There had been no other introduction to any of the other dancers she had seen change periodically. I turned around on my stool and that's when my heart stopped to see a spectacular girl, like no other...