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"Mr. Powers? Your ten o'clock is here."

Your secretary is looking at you from the doorway of the large office on the top floor, and you look up from your desk. "Thank you, Katherine, please send him in." You grin at her and she giggles, and makes sure to make a show of her leaving the room. You're sure you'll be bending her over the desk later, but right now, business calls.

You're the CEO of Powers International, after all, and you've got a lot of stuff you need to do today.

Your appointment walks in and it's your younger brother Jonathan. Always the awkward and pathetic member of the family, scared of everything and can't keep a girlfriend to save his life. You pity him, because no man should allow himself to be that pathetic. He should just kill himself already. If you let yourself get like that, well you would do that. Thank god you're the smart one in the family and actually made a life for yourself. Married with two kids, three mistresses on the side, more money than you could ever hope for. Your father would be proud, if he was still alive. Your mother adores you, and you're her pride and joy -- you're always there when she makes large political speeches, and you've been helping her prep her campaign to run for President in 2020. Your kids have been sent off to boarding school,so you never see them. Your wife is so mixed up on drugs that she hardly knows the day that it is, and so you don't feel bad when you fuck other women and don't even think of her. She's just there, the cover of a magazine to help you look perfect when Forbes comes back to do another cover story on you and the company.

Jonathan walks in and he's asking you why you called him here, and you tell him to sit down. "You haven't been complying with the rules that I gave you, Jonathan. You must appear at all of the political functions, and you must appear perfect. Which I know is really fucking hard considering how big of a fucking fuck up that you are. Take the medication I got for you."

He protests that those made him numb and you laugh, "Like you have anything to fucking feel anyway. You're nothing! Do what I fucking say, or you know what will happen." Which, is the same thing that happened last time. Your men go and beat him up a bit until he is crying on the floor in a pile of his own piss and is shown just how pathetic he is.

Jonathan doesn't say anything else, he just gets up and leaves. As the door shuts behind him, you pick up the phone. Speed dial and you're connected. "Follow him and make sure he does what he is supposed to. You know what to do if he doesn't. This is his last chance." You hang up the phone, and call out to your secretary to come in.

Katherine comes into the room and she shuts the door and locks it behind her, as she slowly starts to unbutton her blouse, and you're already unbuttoning your trousers. She's always good for a good and long fuck. Just how you like it.

An hour later, she's leaving your office and you are too, you have another appointment. It's at a hotel of course, because you can't keep mistress number two waiting, and god, you have a type. Blond, large chested, skinny waist, and she's in the same hotel room you always go to, waiting for you naked on the bed. You take your time with her, you take pleasure in every single luscious inch of her, wanting to devour her whole. You spend the rest of the afternoon here, and as it reaches five o'clock at night, you're dressing once more and she's still laying in bed.

She asks you when you're leaving your wife for her, and you kiss her as you button up your shirt. Soon, you tell her. It's a lie. It's always a lie.

Mistress number three is waiting for you back in the office. You've gone back because you need to get papers for the weekend, and other valuable information. She's naked in the chair wearing nothing but one of your suit jackets that you leave in the office, and god, you're the luckiest fucking guy in the world. Most men would kill to be you, and you know it. You fuck her hard against the window of the office, where the thrill of being caught forces you to thrust into her harder, even though you know no one can ever see up this high. When it's over, and she's screaming out your name, you laugh. Both of you end up laughing lightly, and you kiss her before you dress and leave.

You finally make the long trip home, pulling up to the building where your penthouse resides, knowing your wife will be there waiting for you. As you get into the penthouse, she has the whiskey ready for you, dinner is ready, and you join her at the dinner table. She tells you about her day, but you don't listen as it shuts vapid and vain, conversations with other socialites that you don't care about. You finish dinner, take the bottle of whiskey and tell her that you'll be in the office.

It's time for the last few parts of your routine. You log into the computer, haughty layers of encryption and start moving around files and money. Corruption at its finest, but you're smart enough not to be caught. You got to the top of this food chain for a reason. You're confident, you're smart, and you know exactly how to get what you want. There is a reason you look down on those like Jonathan, the pathetic and the weak. They take up space. They waste air.

Your wife comes in wearing nothing but a bathrobe, and you eye her curiously, as she saunters over to you, and turns your chair towards her. As she goes on her knees and unbuttons your pants, the phone rings. She stops and looks at you, and you tell her, "did I tell you to stop?" as you answer the phone.

On the other end, are your men who were looking after Jonathan. He tried to fight back, they tell you. They say he wouldn't comply. They had to kill him. "That's fine, I know how to twist this for sympathy. That's all." She's got her mouth around you now and you hang up the phone as you groan in pleasure. At least she's good for something, but she has always been good for being used. It's why you married her in the first place. You thread a hand in her raven hair as you guide her, and you let your head fall back against the chair, and you close your eyes and enjoy it.

You, Drew Powers, have everything you have ever wanted. Money, women, more sex than you could ever dream of, and power. Nothing is more important than power. Confidence and intelligence has gotten you this far, and it's such a shame that your brother Jonathan wasn't anything like you. He might have enjoyed this life. He might have lived.

But you know that there is no room on Earth for those who are scared of everyone and everything. They should be taken out to pasture. You're just doing your part.

You wouldn't give up this perfect life for anything in the world.