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“Good afternoon ladies. I'm your new ombudsman, Kennedy Harris.” Everything else she said was lost on me as she continued. Harris, it can’t be.

Kyle’s last name was Harris. I tried to hide the terror in my expression as I searched her face for any signs of relation to the monster that haunted my nightmares.

There were vague similarities but nothing that would give me solid proof.

I would have to get some more information on her to be sure.

From what I remember Kyle didn’t have an older sister.

This woman had to be at least a few years older than us.

I fixed my face and refocused on what she was saying.

“I’ve got a few residents that have active grievances that would like me to stop by and speak with them about their options.

Mainly Mr. Hightower. He believes that what is happening to him is neglect and abuse,” she said, picking up a piece of paper and scanned through it before reading off his accusations.

“Mr. Hightower reports that he hasn’t had a shower for three weeks. His food is often cold or he isn’t given the option he ordered. He goes on to say that the wait times for assistance in this building is ridiculous.”

“Did he tell you that he is non-compliant with the majority of safety and facility protocols?" Kim asked her but she ignored her question. This bitch was already working on my nerves. I could see what type of ombudsman she was going to be.

“We have actually addressed each of Mr. Hightower's grievances prior to your arrival. We have all of the documentation from the investigation as well as copies of forms Mr. Hightower signed at the end of the investigation once completed and interventions were initiated. I’m unsure of what other options he had if he was already agreeable to our resolutions to his grievances,” I told her.

“His options are whatever benefits the resident. From what he’s told me, this facility is not meeting his healthcare needs and a fire needs to be lit under you all to get these things rectified,” she said with a condescending tone. “I understand that you are new to your position. Is that correct?”

“Yes, but I’m unsure of what that has to do with Mr. Hightower's issues.”

“Everything. Excuse me for saying this but maybe this isn’t the right job for you. Maybe you would be better suited in a less authoritative position. Some people have it, and some people don’t,” she said with a nasty smirk.

“I’m confused because it sounds like you're trying to insult our director's ability to run this building, " Tyra said with an attitude.

I had to reign this in because Tyra wasn’t wrapped too tight and would pop off if she felt like someone was disrespecting us.”

“Not at all. I’m just saying that from what I’ve heard, things around here could be managed a little better. You know these things rot from the head down.”

I was dumbfounded on how this woman could walk into my facility and talk to me like that. Based on one resident, how could she determine that I couldn’t do my job?

“Well, that’s all the time I have Ms. Harris.

I can’t say that it was nice meeting you but I’m sure you feel the same.

If there is anything else, please hesitate to call or email the unit manager assigned to that resident.

You should have nothing to say to me at this point.

You can see yourself out,” I said as I handed her my card.

I gave her one last fuck off look and went back to looking at my computer as she grabbed her things and exited the room with a huff.

“I know that knock kneed bobble head bitch didn’t just try you like that Nova. Who the fuck does she think she is,” Tyra ranted.

“It’s fine, Ty, fuck her.”

“I knew it was something I didn’t like about that hoe the last time she was here, " Kim said. Her vibes were way off.”

“It's okay guys, we just have to make sure we stay on our Ps & Qs and document everything. Our documentation is what proves that we are handling our business. Other than that, keep that bitch out my face please and thank you because she was this close to getting cussed out,” I said as I got up grabbing my computer and started to head out.

“I’ll be in my office if you guys need me. I have to get ready for this meeting with the new owner.”

“Oh, okay. I see you,” Tyra sang.

“What are you talking about Tyra?”

“You know what I’m talking about. I saw you two stealing glances at each other in the meeting and how his eyes flashed and nostrils flared when you called him sir at the meeting.

Girl, that man still wants some of you. He clearly didn’t get enough this weekend,” she whispered as she caught up with me.

It didn’t surprise me that Tyra had noticed our interaction. She was noisy as hell and never missed a thing. Too bad for me she could read me like a book, so I didn’t try to deny what she had just said, I just rolled my eyes.

“Whatever, mind your business.”

“Exactly, now make sure you lock your door when he gets into your office. I don’t want to see my boss bent over her desk by my bigger boss, she laughed.

“I can’t stand you,” I said as I exited the room.

I could hear her still laughing as I closed the door.

Tyra may be crazy but she was right. I was lusting over my boss, and if her observations were correct, he may be still lusting after me as well.

I rounded on all the units, making sure everyone had what they needed to do their jobs before stopping in on a few residents.

After my rounds, I headed for my office.

Placing my computer and folders down on my desk I opened up my computer and pressed play on the training video I needed to watch, while answering a few more emails before texting Ms. Leona to let her know to make sure Timberly did her reading and stuck to her tablet time tonight.

Those two were thick as thieves and would frequently disregard some of my rules when it came to snacks and screening time.

She meant well and loved my daughter, so I didn’t complain much.

A knock on the door startled me from my message.

I finished and hit send and hit pause on my computer before standing up and straightening my clothes before going to the door.

I opened the door and was stunned into silence by the beauty of this man up close.

It was weird to call a man beautiful but that's what he was from his long eyelashes and kissable plump lips to the icy pools that were his gray eyes.

His dark chocolate skin was smooth and blemish free.

This close up I could see the tattoos better on his neck that led to the ones on his massive chest and bulging arms. He was a little more casual today with a dark sweater and a pair of slacks that showed off the largest print I had seen in my life.

Unfortunately, he noticed where my eyes had traveled too because I was only broken from my trance after he cleared his throat. I looked up realizing I was staring at my bosses dick before I got myself together and stepped back to let him in.

“Excuse me, come in,” I said, embarrassed by my whorish actions. Before the Gala it had been years since I had been with a man and my pussy was alert and ready for some more action since fucking Mr. Crew Sanderson all weekend long.

“No problem, Princess.” He smirked. Fuck, I have to get myself together this is my boss. I told my misbehaving pussy.

“How are you today, Mr. Sanderson?" I asked as he walked in looking around my office. He looked at the pictures of my daughter and I that sat on my desk as well as my accomplishments wall.

“Good,” he said, back to his usually dry self. He inspected a few more things before taking a seat in an available chair in front of my office.

“So, what can I do for you?” I asked after an awkward silence. He stopped looking around and then pinned me in an intense gaze.

“Two things actually,” he said while still examining me.

His eyes traveled the length of my body as a bolt of electricity shot down my spine and around to my pussy, making it throb.

I needed to get this meeting over or I couldn’t be held responsible for what I would do to this man behind my closed door.

“And what are these two things? " I asked in a whisper. How was he having this type of effect on me? He hadn’t even attempted to make a pass at me. The only thing he had done was stare and I was ready to bust it open for a real one once again.

“First you will be meeting with me every day for six weeks in order for me to train you to be the best director of nursing I have, " he said in a serious tone. “I need you to be a representation of me. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Mr. Sanderson," I said. Heat shot from the pit of my stomach down to my core as I listened to him tell me what he wanted from me. After he finished, I still didn’t understand why I had ran from this man twice and he still wanted me to not only work for him but train me.

“But why?” I was confused as to why he wanted me to be a representation of him and what that actually meant.

“You keep calling me Mr. Sanderson like I haven’t had my tongue in every part of your body, Princess. Call me Crew or Sir, " he said, smiling this time, giving me a panty soaking smile.

“Why, Sir?”

“You're a single mother, right?” He asked instantly, changing the energy in the room.

I didn’t, at any time, play about my baby and there was no reason for Mr. Sanderson, Crew or whoever he wanted to be called, to ask about her.

“What does that have to do with anything? My daughter is my business, and I don’t feel comfortable speaking with you about my personal life,” I told him with a little more base in my voice than I was necessary when talking to my boss.