“Amy in Human Resources has mentioned you to me several times for the past few years. You’ve shown the most dedication and drive out of anyone who has applied for an internship here. It would be foolish on my part not to hire a young man as put together as you are for an internship.”
I was humbled that he had such compliments to hand to me, but also disappointed that my name meant nothing to him. Especially since he’d been hearing about me for the past six years. How could he not remember?
“Thank you, Mr. Evans. I’ve wanted to work here ever since I can remember. I always wanted to go into finance,” I explained.
Always … since I found out you were going into it.
“That’s excellent to hear, Riley. There will be many opportunities here,” Griffin said as he leaned back in his leather chair.
He eyed me for a moment before he gripped the armrests, pulling his shirt tight across his chest. Griffin’s strong jawline was chiseled perfection, just like the rest of him was.
“Evans Financial is rich in tradition, Riley. Our fundamentals are family-oriented. Do you know what our motto is?” he asked me.
I cleared my throat and nodded.
“Yes, sir. It’s ‘treat every client like family,’” I answered him with confidence.
Griffin tilted his head to the side slightly, as if he were surprised that I had been able to rattle it off. He smiled at me, baring his perfect teeth before nodding his approval. The nod of approval from Griffin made my cock begin to swell. I could feel it throb and pulsate inside my jeans, and I couldn’t wait to take it in the hand that Griffin shook.
“Sounds like you’ve read up and done your homework, Riley. I think you’re going to fit in right at home here.” Griffin continued to nod.
I didn’t have to read anything about the company’s history.
Griffin opened his top drawer, pulled out a small black box, and took the lid off. He emptied the contents of the box into his hand, pushed it with his finger, and then held it out to me. In the palm of his hand he held a Michigan lapel pin. The “M” was yellow, and in a cursive font, it said “Wolverines” across it. I stared at the pin that was slightly thicker than normal.
“This is for you, Riley. Ever since I learned that you might be coming on board with us, I held onto this for you.” He stretched his arm across the desk toward me, and I leaned forward to accept it. “From one Wolverine to another.”
I could barely find words. My fingertips touched the palm of his hands as I collected my gift. He was acknowledging we had college in common.
“Thank you,” I finally managed to say.
“Wear it with pride. You should be proud,” he said.
As he pulled over the notepad, I removed the tight rubber backing, pushed the pin through the thin material of my sweater, and reached under the hem of my sweater to secure the pin. I straightened it and then looked up at Griffin. To me, his eyes showed that he was proud to see the pin on me. He gave me a nod of approval as he stared at the pin and then glanced down at his notepad.
“What are your goals, Riley? How far do you want to go?” Griffin inquired as he picked up the heavy writing instrument.
“The top or as far as you’ll take me, sir,” I answered assuredly.
Griffin set his pen down on the notepad and laced his fingers together. His eyes studied mine as if considering me more seriously.
“This will be the last place that you’ll ever work, Riley.”
“I’m counting on it.”
Chapter Three
One Month Later
Riley
Things had been going well at Evans Financial, and though I hadn’t seen the tons of opportunities Griffin had spoken about, I was pleased at work. I had Griffin’s arrival times memorized and timed it so I, just by chance, happened to arrive around the same time he did on a few days of the week.
Each of the interns had an hour of one-on-one time with Griffin each week. I’d admit, this annoyed the fuck out of me. It wasn’t that I felt threatened by any of them or thought that any of those guys had any interest in Griffin. At least, not like I did. But I was pissed off that the other four guys had any one-on-one time with him at all.
I always made sure to arrive just a few minutes before our meetings, and I made sure I took it right up to the last second of my hour time slot. Not only did we talk about actual work, but we managed to get in conversations about the business program at Michigan. I loved these conversations and I had that advantage over the other interns, as none of them had attended Michigan.
Nearly every time we met, he spoke to some degree about the values he hoped to instill in his employees, like faithfulness and the greater good. Over and over, he talked about that and the abundant opportunities for those who believed in the same principles he did. For some reason, I got the impression that he didn’t talk to the other interns about it, and maybe it was because he knew that I was planning on making my life here with Evans Financial. I wanted to make my life with Griffin. At the end of each visit with Griffin, I would shake his hand and then immediately go to the men’s room and jack off with the hand that shook his. These were some of the most intense orgasms I’d ever had.
It was a Monday morning in late June when I pulled into the parking space across from where I expected Griffin to pull into any minute. In the vanity mirror, I checked my hair and teeth to make sure that I was presentable. Just as I flipped the visor back up,
