Chapter 11 - A Visitor

“We want to put you forward for this promotion,” Emily’s boss announced, calling her in for a meeting with several of the other executives. She read out the proposal, the pay offer and reward scheme, making it hard for Emily’s jaw not to drop to the floor. This wasn’t just a promotion, she’d been fast-tracked to the very top. “Your work is… well…” she looked around at the others who all nodded in complete agreement with her, even before she finished, “…it’s outstanding!”

“Thank you,” a pot-bellied, wide-reared Emily smiled. She’d given up trying to work out who was altering her reports to make them so noteworthy and learned to put in minimal effort in order to reap the benefits. She’d used her recent bonus to upgrade her entire wardrobe and had even had enough left over for a bigger car. “So, this is a government sponsored scheme you want me to run? I would be reporting directly to the senator? My work would be seen by the president? That’s…” She took a moment to take in what she was saying. “That’s a huge responsibility.”

“I wouldn’t want anyone else in this company to take on this role. You’re the very finest we have. Young, fresh talent! You’re going to go far!”

Emily nodded. She accepted the role, doing her best to hide the trepidation that she felt. She’d got here by sheer luck, with the help of some unknown entity. But how long could she expect her luck to hold out?

It was a few weeks later, once Emily's new job was in full swing, when a knock came on her front door. She sat up, surprised, half way through the pizza that had been mistakenly delivered to her apartment. The knock came again: loud, authoritative, impatient. She tutted; so unused to having anyone disturb her at home.

Emily slipped on a t-shirt and pulled on some sweat shorts, creeping to the door. Then, what she saw made her almost faint with shock. A tall, broad, built and handsome man stood there. His stance was one of power, his attire only empahsising the insanely muscular physique underneath. He smiled upon seeing Emily; a devilish, greedy smile, like the one she had always imagined.

She recognised the man at once, from only the small thumbnail picture she had gazed at many times in the past.

Standing in front of her was Dominus himself.