A member of the Donovackia Corporate military stepped through the door, completely decked out in battle gear. His body was covered with a dark armor that shimmered and reflected light in multiple directions. His battle helmet completely covered his head and face. When he stepped into the room, everyone drew back in shock.
“WHAT IS THIS OUTRAGE?” demanded Greylorent, in a booming, furious voice.
Tomar snickered again. It almost sounded evil this time, and he choked it off before it did. Looking at Greylorent, he began speaking in a constrained voice. “Your abuses of power and your pompous, arrogant attitude are of minimal concern. While you probably broke many laws in what you did, I doubt that we could prove it. However, a few – other things – are provable.”
Tomar tapped again on the podium, and, in the middle of the table, a horribly disturbing three-dimensional scene appeared. It was of Greylorent, naked on top of a sm*ll female and obviously engaged in intercourse. Of the two, Greylorent was easily three times the size of the y*ung woman. With each thr*st, the woman let out a shriek that sounded like agony.
Greylorent turned a pale shade of white, as Tomar began to speak over the tortuous injury being inflicted in the scene on the table.
“One of your many enterprises includes an illegal house of prostitution, well-hidden underground here in the capital. Did you honestly think that I would not find it? You are quite a vile and cruel man. Like so many men of power, you believe yourself above everyone else and … untouchable.”
Gesturing towards the scene, Tomar continued, “You like to sample every one of your new girls, even if they resist. How many of your so-called employees truly understood what they were getting into? How many girls did you trick into lives of prostitution? How did you feel when this poor girl died beneath you? Was it remorse that guided you and the madam to dispose of the body?”
Tomar saw Greylorent’s movement. Everything was falling into place. Tomar had humiliated his overbearing, self-righteous opponent, and Tomar’s plan was playing out even more elegantly than he had hoped. One of Tomar’s agents had secretly managed to slip a heart-weakening drug to each of the last three girls that had been recruited by Greylorent’s madam. The drug failed to produce results in the first two girls, but when Greylorent went to sample the wares of the third girl, she resisted. Greylorent became aggressive and violent, forcing himself on her. Due to her struggle, in combination with the drug, the girl’s heart failed, and everything was secretly recorded for this moment. It was now playing out for the board members to witness.
Over the next few moments, the finale was going to play out perfectly. Tomar recently modified the security protocol to enable board members to come and go in the building without any security checks of their belongings or person. He had discovered that Greylorent flaunted weapons laws and carried a concealed energy blaster whenever he could. It was apparent that he was reaching for it now.
As Greylorent’s gun broke free of its concealed location under his cloak, the blast from the soldier’s weapon hit Greylorent square in the chest and neck. He slammed into his chair, rolled backward, and smashed into the wall behind him. For a brief moment, he looked stunned. Then, his head slumped forward, pulling his body to the floor.
“This meeting is now adjourned. We will continue tomorrow morning,” concluded Tomar, and, turning, he walked through a door that appeared in the wall behind him.
*****
The stunningly beautiful woman sat in his chair when Tomar returned to his office. He looked at her and then gestured for the door to close. It vanished, leaving nothing but a wall behind him. She looked directly at him and, seductively running her tongue across her lips, began laughing. A translucent monitor floated in the air above the desk. It was a live video of the boardroom, where the body of Greylorent Lamrainkia was being covered and hoisted onto a floating medical board to be taken to a morgue.
“Your script and performance today should win you an award. It was truly magnificent,” she seductively stated, smiling at Tomar.
He walked over to the table where the glass, which he had moved earlier using nothing more than the power of his mind, rested. He stared at it for a few moments. Perhaps, he should think it back to the desk. She might be impressed to discover that he was not only a ruthless, up-and-coming corporate titan, but also a Transprophetic, but he changed his mind. Perhaps, some other day when it better suited his purpose. He was feeling intensely energized. He didn’t need any tricks to get what he wanted. He was a powerful man on the rise and had just solidified his absolute control over the Corporation. He would get whatever he wanted.
Picking up the glass with his hand, he walked to his desk, placing it where a few hours before it had sat. He walked to his chair and dropped his hands onto the armrests, holding each of them tightly. He looked deeply into her eyes. She wasn’t young, but she wasn’t old either. In many ways, age seemed unable to get a firm grasp on her. She radiated a confidence that few people ever maintained for longer than a fleeting moment. Her long, black hair hung loosely and appeared to always be exactly how she wanted it. Every feature about her face was both soft and hard at the same time. She defied easy explanation. How a woman could dress in business attire and yet radiate the sensuality and sexuality, as powerfully as she did, intrigued and mesmerized him.
“You may be the Chief Executive Minister of the Ministry for Interplanetary Corporate Relations, but you, my dear lady, are sitting in MY chair,” Tomar told her.
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