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Grisah sighed, “but you need to sit, ma. The first thing you should do in this situation is calm yourself.”
“Calm myself? Can you help, Grisah so I can know what step to take?” She asked furiously.
“Of course I can help,” Grisah responded calmly.
She then sighed and went to sit, “please sit.” She gestured.
Grisah sat and began, “I’ll speak with my team to begin to work and ensure the video is taken down.”
“Oh please do! Do that now! And will it be taken down all over the internet?”
“Yes, infact, should anyone try to upload the video on the internet again, it won’t go through,” he said.
“Do it? Do it!” She almost screamed. It wasn’t even her in that video but how did she want to start explaining to people that she wasn’t the one in the video. A lot of angry and frustrated people were tweeting all sorts of depressing news about her.
“The service isn’t for free, ma.”
“State your price already.” She demanded.
“Just three dates with you, miss Brigitta.” Grisah answered.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .
Brigitta scoffed, “Grisah, you are a junior staff, sorry to say and infact, you will be younger in age than me. I don’t blame you for admiring me but let’s the cut the chase, nothing romantic can happen between myself and you. You aren’t in my class plus I’m married.”
Grisah however smiled, “I think you misunderstood me, miss. Brigitta. I’m not interested in having an affair with you at all. Just a casual three times date with no ill intention intended. Let me also add that in those three times, we choose three different restaurants. You can choose the restaurant of your choice and you can also choose the time. That’s all I want.”
“Fine, now do it! Take the video down now!” Brigitta said desperately.
Girsah stood and said, “my team and I will get to work.” Then he walked out.
Brigitta sighed, she was scared. She didn’t even know dare to open her twitter account.
Then her phone rang, seeing that it was Beocca, she felt ashamed. Beocca must have watched the video too and as her uncle, he probably wanted to scold her so she didn’t answer the call.
Then Beocca’s call came through again but she didn’t answer still. Then a message came from Beocca, “answer the call, Brigitta. It’s urgent.”
At once, she called Beocca’s line back. “Brigitta, Alex has escaped.”
“What! Alex Roberto?”
“Hope you are in a safe place cause I’m sure he would want to come for you? I need you to stay safe until we confirm Alex’s whereabout.” Beocca said.
“I’m in the office, I guess I’m safe here. Have you informed Ragnar Marshall about it?”
“Yes.” Beocca answered, “since Rollo is dead, you have no one to protect you so please, when you are done with work, inform me so that my men and I can come and pick you up.”
“Okay, uncle. And about my children?”
“Don’t worry, I have already confirmed their safety. We have more than a hundred men stationed in your children’s school, their security is guaranteed.” Beocca said.
“Thank you so much, uncle. I must get to work now.”
“Okay, bye.” Then the call came to an end.
Did her uncle really not hear about what had been trending on Twitter. Checking her wrist watch, she realized that the time to serve Ragnar Marshall his early morning coffee had passed.
Her heart skipped. She ran speedily and went ahead to prepare the coffee then walked swiftly to his office. After he had given her the permission to walk in, she walked inside.
“I’m so sorry it’s coming late, sir.” She said as she walked towards his table. He received the coffee from her wordlessly and drank it all.
“You are not usually late.”
“Yes, sir. Something urgent came up.”
He nodded. “May I ask what color of pant you are wearing?”
“Sir?”
He hummed and said, “never mind.”
“I heard it, sir. It’s Blue. You may check yourself if you want.”
His upper lips curled up slightly into a faint smile, “let me see.”
Then she went to sit before him and drawl her skirt up, revealing her blue panties.
He took a small cup of water beside him and splash it on her pant, she giggled. “Sir, you may need to get me another pant since this is wet.”
“I don’t care if the pant is wet, are you wet?”
“I won’t mind if you check it yourself,” she responded.
Ragnar Marshall took off her pant and then have a good view of her pussy, “It’s clean.”
“Thank you, sir.”
Then he placed his hand above her knees while she pressed her eyes on him. He then drawled his hand up slowly, his hand gently caressing her thighs and eventually, it stopped at the center of her pussy.
She couldn’t help but let out a moan, then he rubbed the skin around her pussy, making her wet more. He dipped his finger slowly inside her and she almost screamed in pleasure. Just his gentle touch on her laps and she was already growing crazy, now that his middle finger had find it’s way inside her pussy, she trembled in ecstasy, her body shivered. Slowly, he began to move his finger in and out of her while she let her head fall to the back, forgetting all her worries and focusing on the present pleasure.
He increased the pace, fingering her hard and then, he doubled his fingers, moving it in and out of her while her two hands held the edge of the table tightly. She had been holding her scream but at some point, she screamed in utmost pleasure, a splash of what looked like urine wet Ragnar Marshall’s face as he was seated right before her pussy.
As she cummed, she felt the greatest pleasure, her eyes tightening and her body constricting. After she had fully cummed, she sat upright and saw that his face had been wet.
“I’m sorry, sir.” She apologized sardonically.
“You may go to the BDSM room to clean up, I’ll go after you.” Ragnar Marshall said very gently.
She nodded and walked to the room, but as she walked, she savored the experience as if wishing the moment never ended.
When she was done cleaning up, she stepped out after which Ragnar Marshall walked in to clean up.
While Ragnar Marshall was away, a knock came to the door and she asked, “who’s that?”
The door opened by itself and Cassie walked in, “bitch, what are you doing here?”