Playing Ball With The Big Boys

Ten years ago I was a junior tax partner with a multinational law firm. I was assigned to an acquisition of a very large venture by our client. That's why I was at the client's that night.

The lead negotiator for our client walked in. He was much younger than I would have thought. He was in charge the moment he arrived. His questions were direct, the answers no bull shit. When he got to me I did what I usually do, educate the client on the facts from a tax point of view, before providing an assessment. I finished and he looked at the division vice president and said "get that c**t out of here".

After the transaction was complete, with another tax lawyer, I was talking to my boss, a thirty five year old female partner. "They tell me you're the c**t that got fired". "Big account, big lesson". She continued. "He's an asshole, he is also one of the best in the industry. Lesser c**ts than you have been fired by him, most of them after he fucked them". "Welcome to the real world". "He went for your c**t, not your jugular".

She and I became lovers after that engagement. I was given an opportunity with another, boutique tax firm. Every time we got together, she went for my c**t. A word that she never stopped using. Three years later, a company was being dissolved and I was asked for by name. I went to see the client, accompanied by the head of the firm. It was that man, the asshole.

He fucked me a week later, had no memory of me. My lover gave my name to him, knowing full well what would happen. "Now you are grown up" is all she told me.