Pacific Capital

This next interview would be the seventh candidate that I had to meet with today. And I was scheduled to meet with two additional applicants after this. And my HR director was being extremely inquisitive about how I selected the final list of candidates to interview amongst the number of otherwise qualified applicants who had applied to be my personal assistant.

When I asked whether or not I had broken any employment laws or regulations, he said no, but he couldn't help but notice that all of the candidates happened to be female, they were all in their late twenty's, they were all single, and they were all very beautiful. And, of course, they all had excellent work credentials.

"Bob, my PA will be an indispensable person to me. He or she must be intelligent and quick on their feet. Physically, they must have the stamina to keep up with me and you know the pace that I'm capable of setting. Being single, they are not burdened by the responsibilities that come with a marriage and children. We must be able to work long hours together and need to be able to anticipate how the other thinks. I must be able to absolutely rely upon them to carry out their assignments with little or no direction from me. These particular candidates just struck me as having the potential to be that person for me. Believe me, they will work hard for the compensation that they will be paid."

But the six candidates that I had interviewed so far had failed to light that spark in me. The spark that told me that here was someone that I could work long hours with. Someone who possessed intelligence, self-motivation, and intuition. Someone who shared my proclivities and outlook on life. Someone who could be pragmatic as well as sensitive to others at the same time. Someone who would complement me and not hold me or the company back.

"Sir," my secretary knocked on my door and interrupted my contemplation, "Ms. Keran is here for her interview."

"Thanks Cece." I replied. Cece had been my secretary for the past three years. But that was all that she was going to be. Nice, accurate, and efficient, and a hard worker. But that's about all that I've come to expect.

I rose to greet Hannah Keran, who walked in with a smile and a firm handshake. Standing at around five and a half feet, she was just a shade shorter than me in her high heels. Trim and slim, brunette, professionally attired. Good first impression.

"Welcome Ms. Keran."

"Please call me Hannah."

"Thanks. What do you know about the position that you applied for?" I asked.

"Well, based on what was contained in the position vacancy announcement, it looks as if you are looking for someone to be your go-to person. Is that right?"

I nodded my head. "Yes, but the position is much more than that."

"How so?"

I looked at her for a moment and decided to roll the dice. Her resume spoke of a high level of competence, a taste for excitement and new experiences. If she couldn't read between the lines then she wasn't the person that I was looking for.

"Hannah, I'm looking for someone who I can work with very closely. He or she must very highly intelligent. They must be able to take the initiative on things. They must be so closely aligned with me that they can anticipate how I think or feel about different things. Now, I know that some of that will require a lot of time spent working together. However, the successful applicant must be able to do so, and not just be willing to do that, but want to do so."

She nodded her head as she took in what I had to say.

"I travel a lot so the successful applicant must be able to travel with me. Sometimes without any advance notice. Their hours must be very flexible as there will be times when I will work straight through for days. Some of the deals that we do must be pursued relentlessly."

"Fascinating." She commented. "What sort of deals might that be?"

I thought for a second, "Well, I'm working on one at the moment that must remain confidential. If word of this were to leak out, not only would the deal probably fall through, but people's careers would be at risk. So no mention of what you hear. Do you agree to this?"

She nodded her head in agreement.

"This deal involves a large multinational company located in Hong Kong and potential customers in the US, however their product offering will eventually be marketed to a broader audience. It involves materials and technology transfers that could be construed to be against national interests if it had not been previously vetted by the Secretary of Defense. Politically it could explode if exposed prematurely."

"The Kokusai Venture?"

To say that I was surprised would be to put it mildly. "What do you know about Kokusai?"

"Kokusai has been working on next generation data manipulation technology from what I've read. There seems to be an information black out at the moment so it's plausible that they achieved a break through and are now looking for a suitable customer or customers."

I smiled. Hannah is fucking intelligent and well-read and could put two and two together from the smattering of information out there. Smart lady.

I nodded my head in agreement with her assessment.

She looked at me, "And you're the intermediary?"

I looked at her and said, "you might think that but I could not possibly comment."

She smiled, "Awesome. Beam me up Scotty."

Damn, another Trekky fan.

"Stand to Uhura, remember, discretion in all that we do."

She nodded her head but with a huge smile.

"Hannah, getting back to the job, the successful candidate must know me inside and out in order to anticipate what I might be thinking."

"Ok. But that will take a lot of time spent working closely together."

"Agree. And there will also be a lot of social events that we will need to attend together. A lot of our business is conducted at those venues."

"Isn't that usually the case?"

"Yes, but some of the social events might be off the beaten track."

"Oh? Like what?"

"Like, ..... ah, like, ........ um, fuck it. Like the annual San Francisco Bay to Breakers nude run."

"Nude run?"

I laughed. "Yeah, my college roommate dreamed that up when we were at UCSF. The run starts at 2am and runners have to be in shape to finish the run within 2 hours plus evade the cops."

She laughed, "No kidding? You guys actually do that?"

I smiled, "Yeah, we've been doing that for more than ten years. A large deal was handed to me at the run last year."

"Whoa, serious?"

"Yeah. Chinese fellow. First time we met him. He had petitioned to be let in. Quite the exhibitionist, he was."

"Wait. Was that Quon Lam Goo? The guy who is supposedly the photovoltaic king in the PRC? The guy who was arrested for streaking the entrance to the Forbidden City and later pardoned?"

I laughed. Damn this lady is very well read. "He is quite a character. But that's how I met Quon and we became his source of capital for his western market expansion efforts."

"You guys are weird..... Ok, but seriously, what would be my involvement in things such as ..... the nude run? Would I be in charge of donuts and trench coats?" And she laughed.

I smiled, "Probably not. I'd probably invite you to run with us in order to meet people like Quon."

She looked as if someone had dumped a pail of water on her head. She looked a little pale, "You're kidding."

"Nope. Some of the people we deal with are very eccentric. They also tend to be well heeled and into cutting edge stuff. Stuff that if it makes it to market, could make everyone a ton of money."

I looked at Hannah. She looked a little apprehensive.

"Does something like that put you off?"

She smiled, "Just trying to envision what that might be like, running in the nude."

I laughed, "It's a blast. The first time I did the run, I was constantly looking for cops. But by the third or fourth run, the cops themselves were sitting on corners with their coffee and whatever, cheering us on."

"Uh, are there women who run also?"

"Yep. You wouldn't be the only one."

She laughed. "Ok. Well that's kind of extreme."

I smiled, "How would you feel running in the nude next to me?"

She looked at me and smiled, "Now that I would probably look forward to."

I looked at her with a question mark on my face?

"Sure. I'll bet that after a couple of months here, all the horny single women are going to be asking me whether you're ripped or not, how big your dick is, do you wear boxers or tiny whities. And how would I know unless I see that side of you?"

I laughed. Ok, Hannah is turning out to be better than I had expected. There's much more to this lady than what was apparent from her resume. There's a lot to like with Hannah. But I needed to know a lot more.

"Ok, you can be sure that we'll have a lot of time to really get to know each other well. To change the subject, how versed are you at reading financial statements and prospectuses?"

"Well, my minor was in managerial accounting and I'm a licensed CPA so financials are second nature to me. The challenge is always matching the numbers with real life. Whether they make sense or not. Lots of fraud and misrepresentation going on these days. One shouldn't just take the financials for granted. You have to get out and kick the tires and see if the numbers match up with what you see."

Smart cookie. Very smart cookie. I liked what I was seeing and hearing.

"Ok Hannah, last scenario to play out. Say it's late and we just left the office at midnight. And we're in the elevator and it gets stuck between floors and the heating goes out. It's winter time and the temperature is falling. What should we do?"

She smiled, got out of her chair, walked over and spun my chair around and straddled my lap.

"Well the most obvious thing that we would need to do would be to conserve body heat so snuggling up to each other and getting as close to each other as possible sounds like a really good idea." She said as she wrapped her arms around my head, mashed her breasts against me, and French kissed me.

"Right answer?"

"I think you're headed in the right direction," I replied as I reach down and began to stroke her crotch through her panties. She responded by flexing her pelvis to rub herself against my fingers.

"You're making me wet." She moaned.

"You're making me hard," I replied.

"Good, I want you hard."

"Why?"

"Because you're making me wet." She smiled back at me.

I pulled her panties aside and inserted two fingers into her lubricated channel.

She closed her eyes and moaned. "Unfair. I can't grab your dick."

I slowly stroked in and out and began rubbing my thumb against her clit.

"Fuck me."

"Can't."

She pulled back with fire in her eyes, "Why the hell not?"

"Got another interview in half an hour."

"Shit. Got somewhere I can change? My panties are soaked." She said before she kissed me hard.

I laughed and helped her up and led her to my private washroom.

Before she left, she hugged me, "You got some nerve getting me all worked up and leaving me wanting."

I smiled, "Well that wasn't planned. It sort of just happened."

"Ok. Can't say that I didn't enjoy that interview. What do you think?"

I smiled, "I can't say until I've interviewed the last couple of candidates. But you are a smart, intelligent woman so you're high on the list."

"But not at the top?"

"I didn't say that." I told her before I gave her a quick kiss. "Your contact information current?"

"Yeah. When can I expect to hear back from your office?"

"Probably tomorrow. Final interviews are today."

"Ok. Looking forward to hearing back from you."

As Hannah left my office, I couldn't help but think that I had found my PA. I don't know why but we just clicked. Her personality appealed to me and something told me that I appealed to her. And not just because of the job prospect. The chemistry was there. That was very apparent by the way she responded to my stuck elevator scenario. And she was obviously very intelligence and street smart.

But I had to interview the others. So I did. And I didn't see anyone who came close to Hannah in any category.

So I informed HR of my choice the next day and we concurred on a compensation package for her; $85K plus benefits, 401K retirement plan, clothing allowance, and miscellaneous expense budget. Commission package on the closing value of any deals that she helps negotiate.

Bob Menor in HR got in touch with her and made her the offer and she told him that she'd think about it and would get back to him. When Bob told me her response I laughed.

"Oh yeah. She's the one. If she agrees, then I can see fireworks. I just think that she'll be able to leverage our combined intellect and we'll leave the competition in the dust."

The next day Bob called me. "Your candidate got back in touch with us. She had a couple of questions and wanted to discuss them with you."

"What sort of questions?" I asked.

"She didn't say. Just that she wanted to discuss them directly with you."

"Ok. Let's see, my calendar frees up after four this afternoon. Tell her to come in around five just in case something runs longer that I expect. Let reception know to let her in and lock up and leave after her. I'll let her out after we're done."

"Ok. I'll inform reception."

"Thanks. I'll let you know how the meeting goes tomorrow."

And Bob's secretary confirmed the appointment later that day. Good thing I set it up for five; our managers' meeting ran much longer than I expected so I was walking back into my office when Hannah was being shown in by Cece.

"Hey Hannah, have a seat. Cece, thanks for staying and letting Hannah in. You can close up and go. I'll probably catch up with some of the reading then lock up and leave myself."

"Will do. Have a good evening, you two." Cece said as she left.

I offered Hannah one of the seats in front of my desk while I took the other. "So, Bob told me that you had a couple of questions that you wanted to discuss?"

"Yeah, thanks. Ok, so your elevator scenario really got me going the other day. Would that be a problem if we had taken it further?"

"No. I think I would have looked forward to it." I smiled.

Hannah blushed and smiled, "And if there were other similar types of scenarios, would they become problems if we were to, ..... ah you know ..... get really familiar with each other?"

"Well how else would we become so close that we can anticipate what the other is feeling and thinking?" I said as I moved to stand in front of Hannah's chair.

She stood up in front of me as I slowly wrapped an arm around her waist. She looked at my arm then cupped the back of my head before kissing me.

"I can't think of a better way to really get to know you. And I real-ly want to get to know you. I have no idea why I'm feeling this way, but I just feel that this is right."

"Me too" I said as we hugged and kissed again.

I slowly began to unbutton her blouse as she slipped off my coat and undid my tie. A few minutes later we were both naked and holding each other as we kissed.

"How far do you want this to go?" I asked.

"Full time employment." She replied.

"I thought that was a given."

"No, I meant 24/7. We work together, we play together. You know, co-exist."

I looked at her. "You'd need to become accustomed to my bad habits."

"Like what?"

"Just saying."

She laughed. I liked the sound of her laughter. No pretenses. Genuine.

She kissed me again as she wrapped one of her legs around my waist.

I rubbed the head of my cock against the lips of her pussy until it just slipped in slowly. No foreplay needed. Heck, we had been teasing each other from the other day. Hannah moaned as she tried to bear down on my erection.

"Fuck me Peter," she moaned, "fuck me. Cum inside of me."

So I picked her up, spun her around and laid her on top of my desk and proceeded to slowly push in and withdraw. Gradually picking up speed as Hannah reached for me and hugged me tightly.

"Yes ....... Yes ....... In me ..... I ..... I ...... I ...... need you ....." she chanted as I thrust repeatedly.

She dug her nails into my back as she began to orgasm, "OOooooaannnn ..... ooohhhhh ...... cum ...... inside me ...... cum ......"

I let loose with a jet of cum as I slammed one last time into Hannah. Her eyes were closed as she hugged me tightly and we kissed.

A few minutes later we had begun to clean ourselves up when my phone rang. Hannah reached for it as if it were an everyday occurrence.

"Pacific Capital, Mr. Sekimura's office." Then after a few moments, "Mr. Sekimura is tied up at the moment however let me take a message for him. Your name and number please?"

She was still nude as she reached across my desk to retrieve a pen and notepad. She was scribbling the call back information down as I slowly caressed her ass and stroked her wet pussy as my cum slowly dripped down her leg.

"Thank you Mr. Baldwin. I'll be sure to give your message to Mr. Sekimura." She said before she hung the phone up.

"Thanks Hannah," I said as I finger fucked her pussy while my cum continued to slowly dribble out.

"Fuck, you're making me horny all over again." She said as she dropped to her knees and proceed to blow life back into my dick. Then she pushed me down on my back and rode me to her orgasm. Then I picked her up and laid her down and proceeded to deposit another load of cum in her.

Hannah signed that afternoon. We had dinner that evening and I took her to her apartment where she packed a duffle bag and a garment bag with several days' worth of clothes. Within three days she had moved into my bedroom and taken over my condo as well.

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"Peter, the Asia Pacific News has an interesting article on Vietnam's highways renewal project. Seems as if portions of it will be going out to bid this coming month."

"Tell me more."

"From what I understand, the project itself will probably last at least eight to ten years. Maybe more. It's probably going to exceed the capabilities of in-country contractors. Probably going to attract civil contractors from Japan, Korea, China, the Philippines and the US."

"We're a capital investment company. Do you see a role for us?"

"Well, any construction project will require up front capital just to get on site. Perhaps we can provide the upfront capital with first draws paying us off."

"Ok, but that would probably be more like a standard, short term bank funding deal. Not much profit in that sort of stuff."

"Perhaps not. But how many banks do you know who would be willing to lend, say $20 million or more, for mobilization and startup costs outside of their domestic country of origin for foreign contractors?"

"Ok. I'll agree that there aren't too many that can do this sort of thing. But let's also look at other aspects of this. Like financing the entire project so that it can be done quicker and a lot more securely. Do you see value to Vietnam in doing something like that?"

Hannah smiled, "Sharp cookie. I didn't think of that. The faster their highways are done, the faster their economy will probably improve. Vietnam's economy improves, personal incomes go up, their internal consumer markets improve and their exports will probably improve as well. And if Vietnam is the borrower, then we don't need to securitize the contractors."

"Ok, let's get a couple of people taking a look at Vietnam's ability to fund this project as well as model their economic outlook. We need to consider their ability to pay back any bond that might be needed. Might be good to find someone in Vietnam or Japan who has the credentials to do this type of work."

Hannah got on the phone and began the search for people and information.

I turned to my phone and began networking with friends in Japan, Korea and China.