Decide your fate

Come and lie down." He patted the space next to him on the bed to gesture where he thought she should be.

"Why?.........so we can have sex?.....you think I'm in the mood for that!"

The husband obviously knew he was not going to calm his wife down so went back to being quiet as she continued her cursing around the bedroom. He watched for a while as she continued to pace up and down, muttering under her breath and out loud, before walking to the drinks cabinet by the wall and pouring herself a large whisky. Her husband shook his head in disgust as he hated the smell of neat liquor on his wife's breath. She downed the entire drink in one quick mouth full and it seemed to have the desired effect as she remained silent for the longest period of time since arriving home. The drink was followed by the lighting of a cigarette which the husband didn't object to as he was a smoker himself.

"I'm sorry I went on a bit darling." She said.

"Don't be silly. Everyone has bad days at the office, we just work in the biggest of them all." Her husband replied.

Patricia walked towards the bed that her husband was lying on and stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray, untied her robe and let it drop to the floor leaving her naked, before she lied down with her head on his chest, gently kissing it as she did.

"You know the Admiral retires in a week and I'm going to be applying for the post in a couple of days."

Patricia smiled at her husband's words and pulled herself up the bed to kiss him on the lips.

"If you were to take over, things would change I suppose." Her sentence was accompanied by playful strokes up her husband's body and across his face and lips with her fingers. He didn't answer but just simply kissed her again. The embrace lasted a long time and realising her husband's arousal, Patricia stopped teasing him and moved off the bed, as she had work to do. She picked up her dressing gown and pulled it on again before leaving her husband and walking into the study.

She lit another cigarette as she sat down at her desk, pulling out all the transfer files she needed to complete for the new representative of the deal to take off her.

She had calmed down since her outburst in front of her husband but was still very angry. She had only showed a small amount of initiative in the dealings, and if the Admiral had known where the executive of the fuel company really was, in an hotel room with a first class call girl, he would have realised that she was right in saying he could not be reached. The Admiral knew nothing of what had started to go on within the negotiation talks. The back handers offered, and extra perks suggested to allow a deal to close early. If he did it would be a shocking revelation for him.

To her though the Admiral was simply a figurehead who had no idea of the pressure that inter planetary dealings took on all parties concerned, now that he had a large staff to carry out negotiations for him. After the trading had begun and the UBG was in it's infancy, the Admiral had taken a very hands on role in negotiations, but had spent most of his years as chief executive delegating the responsibility to others.

She began thinking about the remarks her husband had made.

If he replaced the Admiral after his retirement, life would be very good indeed. The thought made her smile briefly before the large and densely packed folders in front of her made the upcoming task seem endless. She stubbed out her finished cigarette and began to work.