CEO's Cat Lady [Complete]

Chapter 10

This was worst the Monday that Amy had for a long time, which was saying something for she had always loved it before. For one, she had slept in and woke up an hour before 8:30 AM, the call time for department heads like her. Even she admitted that it was strange for her to wake up that late (for the noises made by Beerus outside her room was enough to rouse her) but she did not have the luxury to mull over that because of so little time. After a quick shower and dressing up, she hurriedly ran outside to hail a cab.

When she reached their building, it was exactly on the dot, but that did not stop her colleagues from becoming shocked. After all, it was probably the first time in five years that she had been that late, for they had grown used to her always being an hour early. Nevertheless, they did not voice their surprise to her, but their facial expressions and actions were enough to tell Amy what they were thinking. She thought she might have even heard someone mention Trevor Schwarz's name as the reason why she was late, but she did not pay attention to it too much.

And now, she was stuck in the middle of an arduous meeting regarding a topic that she actually wished she could forget: the fate of the five employees who made a lot of them drunk during the company outing. In the end, most of her colleagues in the HR department wanted keep the four but one in the company, because aside from this one shortcoming, they had good performance tracks. The one who was not so was Vance De Leon, and the leading consensus was to let him go.

In the end, Amy decided to put off announcing the decision yet for two more days, and that would probably the last major one she would make before she resigned from the company after five years. With that, the meeting was adjourned… but that did not mean that Amy's problems were finished.

With her heart pounding loudly on her chest, she knocked on the door of the director's office while she held her resignation letter on her one hand. The director, seeing her through the glass window, immediately signaled her to come in. When she did, he stood up and walked to her with excitement in his voice.

"Amy, I just got the confirmation! We got the deal! Thank you so much! It's all because of you." The director animatedly shook her hand.

"Hehe, yeah…" Amy awkwardly replied.

The director then started pacing around the room while muttering to himself. "We're going to focus on e-book publishing, and then we're going to establish an art and fashion magazine too… maybe we're also going to include a wedding magazine, which reminds me," the director's eyes then suddenly had a sharp glint as he stared at Amy.

"When you and Mr. Schwarz marry, we're going to put the two of you in the cover. That would definitely sell our magazines like hot pancakes."

Huh? What wedding was the director talking about? Before the old man got ahead of himself, Amy took the chance to interrupt him.

"Sir, I'm actually here because I had something to tell you." Amy stated.

That got the attention of the man as he finally became serious. "What is it? Is that related to Mr. Schwarz?"

Amy shook her head. "Uhmm… no." Finding it easier to show him her resignation letter than to explain it, she handed it to the director.

With a creased forehead, the director took the piece of paper and read it fast. Once finished, a look of displeased shock was evident in his face.

"A-are you sure about this, Ms. Flores? But we've only started our big project! And what if Mr. Schwarz takes back his investment because of your resignation?"

"Don't worry, director. He won't do that, promise. But I would talk to him again if you want," Amy defended.

The director opened and closed his mouth, as if not knowing what to tell her. In the end, he settled with: "But why? Why do you want to leave? I'll promote you if you want! Just don't leave the company at this time!"

Amy shook her head sadly. "It's not about the promotion, Sir. I really need to do this because of my family. They want me to work for the family business."

"What is your family business anyway?" The director asked with a hint of exasperation.

She did not want to reveal her connection to the Ledesma clan so she just gave a vague answer. "It's nothing big, Sir. We just have a small pharmacy."

The older man was incredulous. "So you're leaving your job in this company because of a small pharmacy? You'd be better off here then!"

Amy sighed. "I'm sorry, Sir, but it's what my brother wants. I need to obey him."

Needless to say, the director was disappointed with her answer, and he dismissed her tiredly. "Alright, alright. I'll give you three days to put your affairs in order."

Amy was kind of ashamed for she felt very ungrateful to the company that honed her skills. Even if her brother was not impressed with the fact that there were more prestigious publishing houses in the country, deep inside, she still considered Onyx to be the best out there in terms of professional training, some mishaps like what happened in the company outing notwithstanding.

She dejectedly said her apologies and goodbye to the director as head to the door, feeling smaller than she ever did her whole life.

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By the time she finally reached her own office, Amy's head was already pounding with pain. However, it seemed that her ordeal was still not finished because she found Chris outside waiting for her. She hoped that whatever he wanted, it would not add to her worries.

"Ma'am, can I talk to you for a minute," he greeted her.

Stifling a sigh, she nodded. "Sure, follow me inside." Once she got in, she went on to sit down right away and gestured Chris to sit across from her. "So, what's your problem?"

The tall man followed her instructions and went on to state what he wanted to tell her. "I… I just want to ask you, Ma'am Amy, to please give Vance another chance. I know he hadn't been too dedicated on his job, but he couldn't lose this too because he's the only breadwinner of his family."

Amy heard the silent plea on Chris' voice, and she actually admired his concern for his friend, but then, in a corporate setting, people make decisions using objective facts and not based on emotional reasons. Besides, she believed that Vance needed to learn valuable lessons that he could very well use on his next employment. In the end, she chose not to tell Chris the final decision of the HR department yet.

"Mr. Pascual, I will suggest that you do not think about that, since we would make the decision two days from now. Until such time, I hope you could tell Mr. Vance Tercera to focus on his job for the meantime," Amy told him seriously.

Chris nodded in understanding. "Alright. Thanks for hearing me out, Ma'am Amy. I'll go now."

Amy watched him exit the room, and wondered how he would react once he learned that Vance would be fired from his job anyway. It seemed that another person would be added to the list of those who hated her, after the director. That did not help the raging headache she was feeling right now.

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Amethyst Flores-Ledesma had a teeny-weeny secret that she was sure her brother did not know about. She was not ignorant, for she knew that her brother kept an eye on her actions, probably to make sure that she wouldn't do something that would tarnish the Ledesma name. Save for what happened during the company outing (which she was sure her brother didn't know about too), this secret was one of the very few things she had managed to keep for herself: freestyle motocross. Whenever she felt that the stresses of work and family matters were too much, she always went to the track to clear her head.

"Amy," one rider called out her name and waved his hand before he mounted his motorcycle. A lanky teenager then also came to meet her halfway.

"Ms. Amy, you didn't tell us you'd be visiting," the younger boy, Allen greeted her. "Do you have food?"

Amy rolled her eyes in joking manner and responded. "Yeah, yeah. I know you guys only welcome me around here because I bring food."

"Of course. Now what have you got there?" Allen then extended his neck, trying to see what she was carrying.

"Pizza," she answered, showing off the three boxes of large pan-sized pizza that she was holding.

"Nice." Excitement could be heard in Allen's voice and he helped by taking the boxes off her hand and carrying them. As they walked towards the stand where they could watch some of the riders practice, Allen filled her in with the updates that she missed for the last two weeks, since the last time she was here was a day before they had the company outing.

"Wow, I didn't know that Marlon could already perform the backflip," she exclaimed in excitement as she saw the rider who waved at her earlier perfectly execute the move. Allen also watched in awe.

"By the way, Ms. Amy," Allen turned to her after a minute of silent observation, "I could now do the one-handed hart attack," the boy told her in a proud voice.

Amy's eyes widened in glee. "Really? You gotta show me that, dude!"

"Uh-huh. Later. Let me have a slice of that pizza first," the teenager cheekily told her.

Amy chuckled and shook her head at the boy. Deep in her heart though, she was feeling quite calm and happy. This, right here, was her element.

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He felt ashamed doing this, but he could not stop once he started. He had been doing this for two nights straight now, the night he returned from Snowdrop Hotel after looking out for his boss, Ms. Amy. That night, when he slept, a very disturbing dream came upon him…

He lifted her up and slammed her to the door, all the while not stopping his clumsy kissing of her. He didn't why he was doing this, but f**k it, why stop when it felt so good and it looked like Ms. Amy had no intention of stopping it too? When she moaned out loud, it was all that was needed for heat to rush down his body. He needed relief that he found right away when he grinded against his lady boss.

He could feel himself getting more awakened as he stroked himself with the memory playing in his mind. In his eyes, the little pieces he had forgotten that fateful night were slowly getting clearer and clearer. He guessed he wasn't as drunk as he should have been then.

Through all the chaos, they found themselves on the bed, she naked while he still had his pants on. A little voice in his head told him this was a very rare opportunity, so he took his time observing the smooth tanned complexion all over Ms. Amy body. This was the true tan color of a real Filipina, something that he was only beginning to appreciate since there was always a preference for fair skin. His attention was grabbed as he saw her heaving chest, pushing up those little twin perks, but then he was not able to enjoy them fully, as his lady boss seemed to start drifting to sleep, and somehow, he couldn't allow that.

His strokes were getting faster now and his body warmed deliciously. Good thing he lived alone, for he was sure that his moans were reverberating throughout the four corners of his room.

It was hard, but he finally was able to fit himself inside. It was amazing, because f**k, never he had been in someone this tight before. It was taking a lot of effort for him not to move fast…

He was so close… so close.

They were moving in unison now, with him pushing hard and her pushing back against. He could the friction from their moves producing so much wetness from her down under, and it was goading him to do it harder, faster. They continued that age-old dance until finally… he spilled inside, with her following him right away.

"Ahhh…. Damn…." He swore as his essence spilled all over the lace fabric of Ms. Amy's bra that he used in his manly activities, filling him with a sense of combined euphoria and calm from deep within.

As he felt himself coming down from his high, the sense of shame came back to him right away. This was so wrong… He shouldn't have been m**********g to his lady boss… Why did he have to remember what happened that night? Now, he couldn't even sleep without this nightly ritual nor could he look at Ms. Amy in her eyes whenever he sought her out at the meeting. But for now, he'd close his eyes, go to sleep, and hope that the memory didn't replay in his dream, because hell, waking up with a huge erection in the morning was not always pleasant!

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It was halfway past ten in the evening, but the track was as bright and noisy as ever, with all the headlights and engine sounds of the motorbikes rushing past her. Some of the riders who noticed her immediately waved, or saluted all the while she munched on the pizza she brought.

"Is this true, what I'm seeing right now?" Allen asked her with an unconvinced expression in his face as he watched her chew on the pineapple chunk from her Hawaiian flavored pizza.

"Huh?" Amy creased her forehead at the teenager.

"I don't remember you ever liking pineapples in your pizza. Didn't you use to throw them away before you ate?"

Amy blinked as she realized it. Yeah… she used to not like pineapples. "I guess I like them now," she shrugged and continued to bite heartily at the fruit topping as Allen watched in shock. "And if you don't want yours, let me have them."

"Here, take the pineapples. I never liked them anyway," Allen said as he handed her the pizza that he hadn't bitten yet, which she, of course, took with glee.

"I thought you were going to show me the stunt?" Amy asked Allen as she finally finished eating all the pineapple chunks from Allen's slice.

"Yeah, I'll just finish this." The teenager then took a big bite from the size. Well, she guessed he needed it. He was still a growing boy after all.

Five minutes later, she found herself right next to ramp so that she could watch Allen perform the stunt more clearly. She, with her A-line skirt and tucked in blazer, looked a bit out of place with all the sea of grown men , young adults, and some women who all were wearing their overalls emblazoned with the names of petrol and motorbike stands. She had one herself, and her own Kawasaki lightweight motorbike stashed inside her little garage at home, but she could only use them when she had spare time to go practicing in the track for a whole day.

She sent Allen a thumbs-up sign, to send him some encouragement, and then backed a little to safety's side where the view was still good. The lanky boy revved up his engine, getting the attention and cheers from everyone, and then he sped away to the direction of the ramp. He breezed through it easily, and then went to slide down on the next ramp, all the while not holding on to anything bravely. Amy then clapped her hands loudly and shouted her cheers, and for awhile, it looked like the boy was in control of his motorbike.

But then, Allen had trouble maneuvering his bike, and even as he took control of it, it didn't stop wiggling. Amy watched in horror as Allen slid down the ramp rather badly and got thrown to the ground, but it was too late when she noticed that the motorbike, without the boy in it, was barreling towards her direction. She found herself rooted in her spot and unable to move, and like a reflex, just closed her eyes, preparing for the impact to hit her.

A second after, she felt herself being slammed down, only to land on something hard, while the sound of the motorbike hit the wall with a bang. She stayed still and started to feel the broken bones she expected, but it was then that she noticed that the surface she had landed into was not the muddy ground of the track. She then felt someone whispering to her, a gentle, suave voice, saying:

"Are you alright, Miss?"

Amy opened her eyes and found that the surface she was resting on was the hard rock torso of a man, and she slowly raised her chin to meet the dark brown eyes of probably the best-looking guy she had ever seen, even more than her own brother, or Trevor Schwarz for that matter. She saw her reflection on the concerned orbs of the man who slowly lifted the corners of his lips in an assuring smile.

She felt her heart stop.