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Turnaround team did an excellent job as usual weeding out what needs to be trimmed from Tak Shing.
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The paperwork’s a mess, as to be expected from a family-run business, we’ll need an admin team to rejig their entire filing and records management system to align to ours.
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Tak Shing’s patent portfolio is not as robust as hoped. Not sure if there’s much to leverage for royalties or cross-licensing.
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Staff are now under Manticore employment terms.
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Tak Shing’s manufacturing contacts are largely of similar or sub-par standards to the existing ones working with Manticore Electronics. There are 2 fab factories that have potential to accommodate retooling for production of chips in our short-term roadmap.
I like to think of myself as a generous lover, and I’m kinda proud to say that I’ve brought every women I’ve been with to orgasm. But for Adeline in particular, making her come was my way of breaking her down.
While I made each thrust into her a slow, hard and deliberate endeavour, I still snaked a hand down between her legs to caress her sensitive clit.
I sensed a tremble from her body, and in my inflated ego as a competent cocksman, thought that I’d brought her to an impending climax. Then came a soft, high-pitched keening sound from Adeline. Here she comes!
Adeline turned around, tears streaking her cheeks as her eyes met mine.
Good, I thought, this bitch deserves to be humiliated.
Adeline (in Cantonese): “What kind of woman do you take me for?” she said plaintively.
My only response was to continue squeezing her boobs and rub her stiff little love button.
Adeline (in Cantonese): “… The holidays… The holidays are the only times when Ah Shing would touch me!”
And then her sobs came (not her climax, unfortunately).
She rested her head against the glass partition, and brought her bound hands to her face to stifle her sobs.
This piece of news was unexpected, and it made me pause mid-stroke. Adeline was a great catch for any man, in the looks department at any rate. I could spend each waking hour of the day going through all the sexual positions in all the sex manuals in the world with her.
Mind you, I was still fully buried in her warm tightness, and each sob made her pussy clench tighter around my dick. I thrusted into her a few times, slowly, but…
Aw, fuck. I’ve got a soft spot for a crying damsel in distress.
At that moment, evil bitch or not, I pulled out of Adeline and decided to hear her out.
I took her by the shoulders and led her to her chair. I pulled Ah Shing’s chair over and sat down next to her.
Still maintaining an air of authority, but softer, I said: “Talk.”
Adeline was a picture of erotic vulnerability. There she was, slouched in her leather executive chair. Her long tresses in a ‘just-been-fucked’ state, her maroon satin blouse open at the front, bare breasts jutting proudly from her chest. Her bra was stretched and hanging loosely off her waist, skirt rucked-up immodestly above her thighs, barely covering her sparse pubic triangle.
It took shit loads of self control not to attack her there and then.
Adeline (in Cantonese): “I met Ah Shing when we were in school…”
Oh, fuck, not a long story, please!
“We took a liking to each other. He was sweet and showered me with lots of attention. I was from a poor family, and the places he brought me, the things we did together, made me love the life of those with money. But my love for him was not always about the money…” she continued.
Interesting choice of words, I thought, “not
always
about the money”. It’s true that being rich makes one easier to love, I suppose.
Adeline (in Cantonese): “We were happy, but one year after we married, he started to make frequent business trips to Zhuhai and Shenzhen. He became different. He doesn’t treat me badly. But we didn’t make love as often as we did before. And I suspect that he is seeing someone on the side. The only time when I can get him all to myself is when we are on holidays together.”
Then she broke down. “… Even when we’re on trips, he’s always fiddling with his phone… And suddenly hanging up on calls when I’m nearby.”
I was silent.
Adeline was trying to save her marriage. But it was not working out.
I stood up, gently pulled her hands towards me and untied her wrists.
Grabbing a bunch of tissues and handing them to her, I said that what she was going through was no excuse for being such a bitch to her employees.
She bit her lower lip and sighed heavily.
With her head bowed, Adeline said softly (in Cantonese): “Don’t you think that… what you’re doing to me… is bad as well?”
I did not qualify her statement with a response.
Then I asked her if she suspected that Ah Shing was skimming money out of Tak Shing’s accounts to finance an affair or affair
s
. She nodded her head slowly. New tears flowed forth.
Bloody hell. The holidays, the high life and keeping women on the side; between Adeline and Ah Shing, no wonder Tak Shing was going to hell in a handbasket.
“Adeline,” I said, as I knelt down to face her at eye level and brushed a lock of hair away from her face, “If you’ve been good to Ah Shing, him running off to another woman is not your fault.”
I cupped her face with both hands, and brushed some stray tears away from her cheeks. “You are beautiful. And he’s a damned fool.”
She held my gaze for a moment, then broke away and looked down at her lap.
And what a lovely lap she had.
My hands trailed down from her face, ran down her arms to meet her hands. I held her slim hands in mine and gave them a reassuring squeeze, which she timidly reciprocated. After a few minutes of holding hands, placed my hands on her knees. And applied gentle pressure to spread Adeline’s thighs apart.
Her eyes conveyed uncertainty as she watched my fingers make a trail from her knees to her inner thighs, towards her sex. She closed her eyes and gasped as I gently caressed her clitoral hood, once again teasing her love button out of its hiding place.
I reached for the chair’s gas lift lever and lowered Adeline down to a height that was conducive for me to pleasure her orally. She watched me intently as I kissed and fondled both her breasts, then planted a firm lick of the tongue on her excited clit.
Adeline’s fingers entwined themselves in my hair as I parted her soft pink inner lips and pleasured her sensitive entrance. Her body must have been starved of and desperately yearning for sensual attention, as it did not take long for her pussy to secrete an amazing amount of juices.
I paused to take a breath, and was about to dive into her depths again when Adeline instead tugged at my shirt to pull me in for a kiss.
It was tender, the way that we locked lips, they way our tongues danced with each other.
I had to pause to take another breath, and sat back on my knees. My penis, sticking out ramrod straight out of my unzipped pants, needed relief.
Adeline leaned in towards me, and placed a kiss on my cheek. I felt her fingers encircle my rod and I shuffled towards her as she essentially pulled me closer towards her, using my dick like a leash.
I fumbled for the chair’s height adjustment lever again and lowered Adeline closer to the floor. The height was just right: Adeline guided the head of my cock to her love tunnel.
I could feel the moist heat from Adeline’s sex at the tip of my rod. I felt the almost imperceptible rocking motion of her hips pushing against me, and as much as I wanted to fill her up in one stroke, I instead teased her clit with my penis.
Remembering what she said earlier about how I had treating her, I asked her, “Is this what you want?”
She gazed into my eyes, then looked away coyly but reached up to grab my shirt and pull me into her. The sensation for both of us was immensely satisfying when I was all the way in, and she wrapped her legs around the small of my back and locked her ankles together. Our hips then moved together in a slow, steady rhythm.
“All that you’ve done…” I whispered into her ear, “Do you think he’s worth it?”
Adeline said nothing, but guided my head down to give her breasts a lot of much needed attention.
My back ached after a while, so I slowly withdrew and gave her an arm to hold on to as she rose from her chair. Without a word, she took a few steps to stand in front of her desk, and turned away from me.
What she did next was so simple, but took my breath away.
Adeline, the slutty rich bitch - now tamed by me - bent her body over and placed both hands on her desk. She turned her head back to look at me, her eyes radiating sexual need and seduction through the veil of her lush hair.
I needed no further invitation and stepped towards her, my shaft poking at her bum through her skirt. I placed my hands at the back of her smooth thighs, and ran them up to flip her skirt over. She sighed softly as I found myself snugly nestled in her wetness again. Her firm tits welcomed my gentle squeezes and caresses.
“You’re beautiful, and full of surprises,” I breathed into her ear. She turned her head around, her lips met with mine.
In the throes of passion, Adeline turned to ask with a doe-eyed look, “Would another man… Would you… Think I’m worth it?”
Kissing her from the nape of her neck to her earlobes, I again breathed into her ear, “Perhaps time will tell.”
The electronic chime rang and the magnetic lock of the main door disengaged with a “thunk”. Ah Shing was back!
Tuesday, 12 May 2009
1:01pm
Tsuen Wan Industrial Estate, HK
The timing couldn’t have been better.
At the same moment, I felt Adeline tighten around my dick.
Amazing that the sound of the door didn’t seem to register in Adeline’s mind.
My strokes were hard and fast as I quickly reached down and drew large circles around her clit, then applied a flurry of quick, feather-light strokes.
The orgasm hit her hard. Her hands reached back for me and her moans of ecstasy seemed to come from the very depths of her soul.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ah Shing standing - barely a few meters away from Adeline and I - at the doorway of the very office they shared. He looked dumbfounded with his mouth hanging open.
Who wouldn’t be?
Even if you were a man who knew your wife was fucking another man, to see them locked in sexual intercourse in front of you would be like having a bucket of iced water thrown at you.
Knowing that Ah Shing had just caught us in the act, I came hard into his wife. It literally felt like I drained my balls into Adeline’s tight cavern.
I whispered to Adeline, and made a show to Ah Shing about pulling my dick out of his wife’s sweet cunt. I spun Adeline around in such a way that she wouldn’t immediately see her husband gaping at us from the doorway.
She did she she was asked, and with a shy look bent over to give my cock a long, loving, lustful suck to clean our combined love juices from my shaft.
Ah Shing broke the silence (in Cantonese): “Uh, lunch is here. I’ll see you in the pantry when you are both… ready.”
Adeline bolted upright, her eyes wide with shock. She started after her husband but held back, suddenly realising her state of undress and the fact that the staff of Tak Shing would be returning from lunch any time now.
I helped Adeline encase her tits back into her stretched bra and button her blouse up. Her purple G-string was torn and unwearable. Dabbing her well-fucked pussy with tissues, Adeline smoothed her skirt down as best as she could, hopeful that no one would be able to steal a glimpse of her delectable pussy.
We stepped into the cramped pantry, Ah Shing had laid out the styrofoam lunchboxes onto a solitary round table. He thoughtfully placed a plastic spoon and disposable wooden chopsticks at each of our places.
“Eat, eat while it’s hot,” Ah Shing said most hospitably, very uncharacteristic of someone who’d just seen his wife being pumped full of another man’s baby paste.
Lunch was, needless to say, surreal.
Ah Shing was going on and on about how fortunate Tak Shing was to have Manticore Ventures come in and bring his company to new heights, about how he would be most instrumental in the turnaround plans due to his deep knowledge and experience of contract electronics design and manufacturing, stringent oversight of factories in China, blah blah blah… Zzz…
This joker was living embodiment of the saying that empty vessels make the most noise.
I diplomatically smiled and nodded, occasionally interjecting to agree with his points and opinions.
Oh well. I screwed his wife. Again. I suppose I owe him some courtesy.
But only until when the velvet gloves come off and the iron gauntlet of fucked-uppery smashes his nose in.
Adeline was quiet. She held her lunchbox close to her face, picking absent-mindedly at her food. I stole frequent glances at her to see if she’s OK.
How could she be?
She’s just about had her life turned upside down: her source of a comfortable life endangered, having to face up to her husband’s infidelity with a foe (turned lover) that now knows her intimately, being caught red-handed in the act of extra-marital sex by her husband, and the fact that her husband doesn’t seem too bothered by it. The man she loved. Or thought she loved.
Adeline was being torn up inside by conflicting emotions, and I could see some moisture shimmering at the bottom on an eyelid.
I put my lunchbox down, and slouched lower in my seat as if to make myself more comfortable after a heavy meal. Making a show of slipping my hands into my pockets, I instead laid one hand gently on Adeline’s knee, and gave her a reassuring squeeze.
I caught her gaze, and the corners of her lips turned up ever so slightly into a smile.
Wednesday, 15 July 2009
12:15am
Nga Tsin Wai Road, Kowloon Shing, HK
Adeline and I walked down the road in silence as we headed back to her place.
Over the last two months, I had scrutinised every nook and cranny of Tak Shing Manufactory (HK) Pte Ltd with the Manticore turnaround team, probing into their corporate governance, finance processes, inventory management and good knows what else under the sun.
Beyond work, Adeline and I had many more sessions of fucking each other’s brains out. And just as many occasions to share a coffee, talk about life, and even go to the movies together.
With the turnaround team’s work done, I was to fly out back to Singapore that very afternoon.
I spent my last day in Hong Kong with Adeline, at first with a plan to go island-hopping, but an unexpected bout of rain derailed our plans. We went shopping mall-hopping instead. In a moment of need, lust and desperation, we had an intense round of sex in the changing room of the women’s lingerie section of a department store in Tsim Sha Tsui.
We stopped outside the house she shared with Ah Shing, and embraced. The house was empty, as Ah Shing had gone off to Macau to ‘pursue a potential business opportunity’. Again.
Adeline (in Cantonese): “Are you sure you don’t want to come in?”
My cock hardened at the recent memory of having ravished her in the marital bed she shared with Ah Shing.
“No,” I sighed, “I’ve still some matters to settle and I’ve got an early start tomorrow even through the flight’s in the afternoon.”
“I’ll come see you off?” she asked tentatively.
“Adeline, it’ll just make things harder. Besides, I should be heading back this way in a couple of months to see how things are going.”
We held on to each other tightly, delaying the eventual parting.
Before she uncurled her arms from around me, Adeline looked into my eyes and asked, “Has time… given you the answer yet?”
From:
[email protected]
_ventures.com
Sent:
15 July 2009 3:31 AM
To:
[email protected]
_ventures.com
;
[email protected]
_ventures.com
Subject:
Tak Shing Acquisition Status
Attachments:
TakShingHK_TurnaroundTeam_Findings_Approved_18Aug2 009.PDF
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TakShingAccountingDiscrepancies(Confidential).PDF
Hi Darren and Din,
Some quick updates:
Please see the attached team findings for detailed report.
We’ve also uncovered some discrepancies in Tak Shing accounts. Of note are payments to invoices addressed from suspected shell companies in China for large orders of components. Will take time to chase these leads, but in the meantime the tightening of finance processes - key of which is the implementation of two signatories for large payments - will help addresses any future irregularities.
Darren, Din, on this matter, we have reason to suspect that the money was being funnelled out by the former owners Adeline and Ah Shing. But until the facts are in black and white, they will continue to share the remaining 25% stake in Tak Shing.
I recommend that all executive functions to be removed from both, without their knowledge, pending the end of investigations
. Manticore Legal will be advised separately, I’ll see to that.
On the grapevine: Adeline and Ah Shing are not on good terms and their marriage is likely to end.
Depending on which comes first: the outcome of investigations into financial impropriety, or either/both persons cashing out of their joint stake in Tak Shing due to dissolution of marriage,
Manticore is poised to assume control of Tak Shing in near entirety
.
Endgame as
planned
.
For your information please.
Will provide further details when I’m back in office.
Cheers.
Visionary. Bold. Resolute. Manticore.
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Wednesday, 15 July 2009
3:32am
Serviced apartment in the Mid-Levels, Hong Kong
I have been called a fucker many times.
And I have been called worse names even more than that.
I suppose the name-calling will never stop. And I deserve it.
What I had done with Adeline and Ah Shing was a classic case of divide and conquer.
With the email sent out, felt a little bit of something… die inside me.
I asked myself: what have I lost?
~END OF PROLOGUE~
AUTHOR’S NOTE:
Thank you to all the supporters and silent readers. I hope you’ve enjoyed reading the entire first part of the story (the prologue) as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it!
To be honest, I didn’t have a clear chart of the overall storyline when I began writing. Initially, the idea was to start with the main character’s pursuit of Elise.
But then, readers won’t understand the main character’s past and how he got to become part of Manticore Ventures, and the whole back story.
This is my first attempt at writing a story, I found it very therapeutic. But I’d devoted a bit too much time writing during office hours that it’s not good for my deadlines. The writing, and the main character’s story will continue, but maybe at a slower pace.
… And no, I’m not asking for points. I will still write even if no one ups for me.
I’ve projected quite a bit of myself into the main character: I think I’d behave like him if given such authority, independence and the financial backing of a major corporation.
One other thing that evolved was Adeline. I had intended her to be an archetypal bitch with no redeeming qualities. A villain who you’d cheer when they get pushed in front of a train.
But that’s not really realistic. Assholes and fuckers are like that because of something that happened to them, whether in the past or in the present.
I actually do feel sorry for her. Typing the main character’s report email was hard, as Adeline’s fate was sealed.
Even though I’m the author, I’d like to ask readers for their thoughts about Adeline:
a) Did Adeline truly fall for the main character?
OR
b) Did she just pretend to fall for the main character in order to find a way to preserve her social status?
Also:
Do any of you sympathise with Adeline?
Or do you think she got what she deserved being manipulated by the main character in the end?
Would like to know your opinions as I gather inspiration for the first chapter of The Conquest of Elise.