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Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2013 12:01:08 GMT -5
Shikar was frustrated. No, he was more than frustrated. He wanted to rip the throat out of the guy who was trying to cut the funding of his program. Sure, he was more than capable of funding it himself, but that would put his business in a position of vulnerability that he could not accept. They were demanding results, and while he had them, he felt a little . . . possessive. Selfish, even. They were his creations, his experiments, and he would be damned before they messed it all up. The businessman's stern face turned contemplative, then softened, a small, dangerous smile perching on his lips. He would have no problem making sure his project didn't go down the drain, so long as P.I.D.A. didn't interfere anymore than they already had.
He looked around the lobby of the firm, and he eyed the women (and the men) as they walked around, performing their daily duties. He was in the mood to dominate. A man would be perfect, especially if they were deterred by advances of the same sex. The more he thought about it, the more he began to look for a good candidate, his eyes scrutinizing every individual who walked through the large room. He crossed his legs idly and crossed his arms over his lap. Though he looked as calm and unruffled as ever, he was hiding the evidence of his thoughts, at least, for the time being. . . . |
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