The Boss’s Proposal(23)

“Man, this place is oozing with testosterone.” Aisha’s mind was filled with every possible word to characterize a macho man like Sam. Nevertheless, she had a job to do and did not want to ruin everything her savior had prepared.

As soon as they entered Sam’s study, the old man literally popped out of his luxurious armchair and looked at Aisha, right into her eyes. His jaw dropped; Aisha had drawn his attention.

“There she is! Damn, Sammie you got a great taste!” He groaned hoarsely and opened his arms for a big hug. He was much shorter than Sam. A lot less than 6ft, nearly as tall as Aisha, not counting her heels.

“You never mentioned she was black, but hell, she looks so fine, Sammie. Name’s Jack Martelle, dear. I am the president of ‘People’s Bank’, New York. Nice to meet you.” The young woman would be a lot more embarrassed if it had not been for the alcohol. She smiled at him and offered her right hand politely for a handshake.

“My name is Aisha Wilson. Nice to meet you, Mr. Martelle.”

Meanwhile, Sam stood behind her, watching Jack’s every reaction. Taking a cleansing breath, he sat back in his executive chair, while Aisha sat in the large, black, leather couch across his desk and crossed her legs. Jack would not take his eyes off of her, though.

“Hmm…” Sam cleared his throat.

“Now, Jack… Where were we?” The banker turned his head to the left and faced Sam.

“Oh, yeah. You need to understand, Sammie. You got yourself a great piece of software; I’ll give you that. But, who’s to say that it can’t be… What you call it?” Jack paused, looked up at the ceiling and put his right index finger on the edge of his forehead.

“Hacked?” Aisha interjected. Jack looked back at her and opened his eyes wide in disbelief.

“Right!” His voice got louder.

“Ass and brains!” He added. Aisha got a little shocked at his crude remark, but smiled at him. Sam, on the other hand, started laughing hard.

“Good one, Jack. But, let’s just stick to business.”

“I am talking about business, Sammie. Can you guarantee your software is hack-proof?”

“Sir? If I may answer…?” Aisha raised her hand, like a young schoolgirl in class.

“Sure, go ahead.” Jack urged her. Then, Aisha arose slowly from her seat.

“Well, I don’t think any antivirus or Internet security developer can guarantee total security. It’s just a risk everyone has to take. Has anyone ever promised you -- in writing – that his software is hack-proof? I don’t think so. There’s an unwritten law in computer science: Everything can be hacked. It’s just a matter of will, skill and time. Isn’t it?” Aisha kept walking up and down the room as she spoke to the elderly banker. Her relaxed tone seemed to convince Jack. After all, she did have a point. Jack’s initial surprise had turned into sheer admiration. Even Sam kept staring at her, unable to believe his ears. None of them expected her to know anything about computers, let alone security software.

“Sammie, remind me to send you a big ass present on your wedding day. You make sure you marry this girl. If you don’t, I’m gonna smack some sense into you.”

Once again, Sam chuckled, in an attempt to hide his embarrassment. Aisha would not just sit back in the couch, though. Instead, she noticed the empty armchair across the aging figure and decided to seal the deal, in a way only women can.

“Thank you for the nice comments, Mr. Martelle. I am right…” Aisha sat in the chair and paused for a moment, before she crossed her long, luscious legs.

“Aren’t I?” She finished her sentence. Of course, the old banker could only stare at her amazing figure. With her left, almost fully exposed, left leg on her right and gently rocking the armchair back and forth, Aisha even leaned slightly forward, offering him a good chance to stare at her cleavage. Men loved her perky, full C cups.

“Um…” Jack hummed, placing his trembling left hand on Sam’s desk.

“Sammie, prepare those contracts. I wanna sign them first thing in the morning. It was nice to meet you, sweetheart. Now, please, excuse me…” Jack was in panic. He would probably have a heart attack had he stayed in Sam’s office for another minute. He got up and left the room in a hurry.

Sam was dumbfounded. A complete stranger had just done something great for him. Realizing his success, he jumped from his seat, with both his fists high in the air.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! That’s what I’m talking about, baby! Yeah!” He cheered. Then, he leaned towards the top drawer and pulled a ten-inch cigar. He put it in his left pocket and went over to Aisha.