A story centered around a new friend. I hope it is enjoyed. As always I love feedback and comments. I hope this becomes a new story line. Thank you for reading.
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Annette boards the large company jet with one change of clothes and a carry on. The rest of her bags are stowed in the luggage storage. She is dressed sharp. Professional. A black pencil skirt that stops just at mid-thigh. Stocking under the skirt. A black blazer and white button down. Annette has a runner's body. Slender, toned well defined. Small breast but huge nipples that beg to be sucked. She keeps her dark hair short.
Aboard the plane are four others. All men. She is the newest VP in the company and the only female to ever hold the title. She busted her ass and a few others to get here. She will be heading up the Asian Region. The four others are coming to help her get settled in. They have been VPs a few years now.
The Sr. VP looks up as Annette board. Terry is tall. He towers over Annette's 5 ft 2 frame that is 5 ft 5 in her heels. He is around 50. Good shape. Dark brown hair with brown eyes. He smiles at Annette. "Welcome aboard Annette. Congratulations on your promotion. You earned it."
"Thank you Terry. I am ready. This is a treat flying on the jet." She looks around the roomy jet that can easily seat around 12.
"Get used to it. A perk of being a VP. I think your office has one available as well." The voice comes from behind Annette. She turns to find Marcus there. He is a broad shouldered black man. He is light skinned. He is maybe late 30's early 40. An obvious athlete as well.
"I will try. I had no idea there were so many perks being in upper management. I just assumed the VPs just appeared where they needed to be." She gives a smile. Her joke breaks the ice some.
Terry offers to take her jacket. "Let me hang that for you. We have a closet right here. There is a bed in the back." He points to a couple of doors.
Two men come from the last door that must be the bed room. One is a short dark skinned man. He is Carlos. The VP in Spain. He is slender. A wonderful smile and dark eyes. "This is a nicer jet then the one is Madrid. Lot of room. You must be Annette. Welcome and congratulations." He offers his hand to her.
Annette shakes it. "Thank you. I understand our office work closely together. I look forward to it."
"So will ours Ms. Annette. I am Andrew. The London office." Andrew is a tall thin fellow. A bit of grey at his temples. Piercing blue eyes that seem to miss nothing.
Everyone finds a seat after jackets are hung and drinks are made. The pilot comes over the speaker announcing the flight to Japan will take 18 hours with one stop to refuel in Italy. The door is closed and sealed. There is a whine as the engines power up and the jet taxis to the runway.
Annette sits back and crosses her long slender legs. The top of her stockings are just barely visible. Every guy on the plane notices and gives her legs a good long look. Her blouse fits close. The cool air in the cabin makes her nipples push through the thin top.
Everyone stays silent as the jet lifts up and gets to cruising altitude. Seat belts are removed. Terry sips his amber colored drink. "So Annette do you have any questions for any of us? We are here to help and back you up."
Annette gives a bit of thought "Will I have any resistance taking over in Japan? I have worked with some of the people but there might be some upset it is me taking over."
Andrew sips his Scotch. "There maybe some resistance dear but that is expected. I had the same issue when I took over London. You might have to re organize your staff some."
Carlos agrees. "That is true. I had to let some go and promote others to get the team I wanted. You have that authority. Don't let them intimidate you. You were picked because of your skills, talent, language skills and knowledge. Your earned your spot Annette. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise."
Terry sets his glass down. Ice shifting in the cut crystal. "They are right. Home office will back you up. We are going to just help you get settled in. When will your husband join you?"
Annette is bouncing her foot in the air. "I appreciate the support guys. I am going to need it. He will be joining me in a few weeks. He is tying up loose ends before transferring."
Marcus nods and removes his tie. "Are you going to sale the house? We kept ours. Keep a presence at home."
Annette nods. "We are doing the same thing. He is finding a care taker for the house and making sure everything is set up right. Having some of the important things shipped to the new place."
"I don't have that problem being a native of London. I do have an estate outside the city though and maintain a flat not far from the office." Andrew's tie also comes off. Seems all the men have their jackets and ties off now.
Marcus leans forward and pats her knee. "You seem to have the right of it. You will do good Annette. "
Annette feels a tingle run up from his touch. She has heard a rumor and decides to ask about it. "Sooo there is a rumor going around..."