Greed God chapter 66

January 23rd 2016 Galaxy Communications 12:00 PM EDT

It  took Edge two days to get me an office as promised. It was nice and  spacious and entirely out of the way of any actual important work as  expected. It was the kind of place you set up a stupid kid to keep him  out of your hair. It was literally perfect. He also didn't bitch about  me bringing eye candy with me to play around, probably because busty  bubbly Tiffany the secretary was smoking her boss's pole every chance  she got. He just assumed that everyone with power was a horny asshole.

I  WAS a horny asshole of course, but sadly for him the redheaded slut  bunny I brought to work with me wasn't here to bounce on my cock on top  of my desk (though she absolutely would if we had time) she was here for  much more practical reasons. Barbie sat on my lap, fingers flying over  the keyboard as I felt her up. She was refusing to look at me and my  teasing was to help her loosen up a bit. She pointedly ignored me, even  when I tweaked a nipple to get her all excited.

I rolled  my eyes. "I notice you aren't upset at what I'm having you do today.  This little adventure doesn't earn me a bit of leeway?" Barbie was  furious about Charise being let off scott free. With zero evidence she  had no actual legal recourse, and since I'd discontinued Cherry's  costumed capers she couldn't even do shit as Batgirl. She didn't KNOW  Cherry was Knightfall, she was just pretty sure.

Her jaw  tightened, still refusing to look at me. "No. Morgan Edge is criminal  scum and the chance to rip some holes in hos company is welcome, but  this is for your benefit as much as mine. Like EVERYTHING is. Because  you don't care about me. If you did you wouldn't have brought home the  girl that's been trying to kill me. So feel free to keep groping. Since  I'm a sex toy that's all I'm good for. Clearly you don't think any more  of me than that." Her voice was cold, and her sharp blue eyes were fixed  on the screen as she typed.

I frowned at that. That  wasn't fair. Well...it had been fair at first. But I LIKED Barbie. She  was a fun fuck and a good teacher. She had a sneaky sense of humor. But  more than any of that, she was one of MY girls. She was my possession,  my property, and I was a jealous owner. I wanted all of her. Mind, body,  and soul. I was an asshole, but I was their asshole, and I didn't want  that questioned. It annoyed me. "You realize that she would get out of  literally any prison you put her in? That she would be back out on the  street? You want me to let her go?"

She whirled and glared  at me. "She taunted me this morning you know. About how good you fuck  her, about how she belongs to you. About how you're HER daddy." She  hissed the words, furious. "She closed her eyes, exhaling, before  turning back to resume typing. "But that's fine. You're all hers. I'm  just a set of tight holes for you to use. Assuming you even need any  more sets since you fucking impregnated Black Canary. I assume that  busty slut is happy to spread her legs for you now that you locked that  down."

I groaned, letting my head fall back as I rubbed  the bridge of my nose. Yeah, the timing of her finding out those two  things had been...less than ideal. I couldn't even blame her. She had  reasons to be pissed. But it was fucking inconvenient. I was good at  manipulating people and bullshitting, but genuinely...ugh, apologizing,  was not a skill I had. I grimaced. I felt like I should at least try.  I'd been kind of shitty to Barbie, and she actually had gone out on a  limb to help me.

I didn't give a shit about suckering some  random slut but now she was MY random slut. I felt like...responsible  for her and shit. It was actually kind of gross. I sighed. I was  positive she knew my sensitive act had been bullshit at this point, but  she never called me on it. I could tell in the car outside Superbabes  she actually thought we were bonding, and she wasn't wrong. "What can I  do?" She stopped, turning to look at me suspiciously. "You're angry, you  want something. An apology, a show of good faith, something. You have  to have something in mind."

She glared for a minute before  turning back to the computer. "A donation. To the Gotham PD widows and  orphans fund. Anonymous." I raised an eyebrow at that. She didn't strike  me as the money grubbing type. When she saw my look she explained. "You  dismissed me. Treated me like I didn't matter. I want to see if you'll  do something for me. It has to be a decent sized donation and you can't  take any credit. This will be purely for my benefit. You don't get  anything from doing it except making me happy. I guess we'll see if  that's enough."

That was...pragmatic. I could see her  point. I wasn't against the idea. I nodded. I took out my phone,  scrolled to the Gotham PD site, and remotely wired a million dollars to  the fund, showing her the screen when it was done. I used an anonymous  email to make the deposit, and shuffled the money through an account in  the caymans to make sure it wasn't traceable. She froze, staring at the  screen then looking back up at me. I didn't blink, didn't look away, I  just stared her down.

She swallowed hard, then exhaled.  "That's... a lot. Just to make me happy?" I nodded. She  looked...confused. She swallowed hard, an odd look on her face. "I can't  just turn it off. I'm still mad." I nodded again. She turned back to  face the computer screen. "I'll get past it though. Just...one of these  days I need to know what's really going on. I need to be a part of  things. I'm not stupid, I know you do things I wouldn't approve of. But  that can't be all of it. Being part of something with you. It would mean  a lot."

I glanced meaningfully at the computer. "Exactly  what do you think you're doing right now?" She blinked at that, kind of  stupefied, before her lips quirked up into a coy smile. I leaned in and  gave her a kiss. Not a hungry possessive kiss, but a soft one, the kind I  would usually give a girl when I was trying to convince her to catch  feelings.She blushed slightly when I pulled back and it made me smile.  "Now, since we've established that you approve, why don't you tell me  exactly how we're going to fuck over Morgan Edge?"

That  got a devilish smirk as she put her hands to the keyboard and pulled up a  few windows full of numbers and spreadsheets. "Well, first of all,  getting me in here helped. His security is almost all external, and  having access here is going to make bypassing it a breeze." Her fingers  flew as she dove through screens and documents, bringing up dozens of  different pages and showing them to me as she went. Despite our previous  subject matter Barbie was pretty obviously excited by what she found.

She  pointed to a few spots on the screen. "Edge's internal system is a  mess. I found evidence of at least a dozen HR violations that they've  covered up, several cases of fraud perpetrated both by and on the  company, fifty or sixty sexual harassment suits they've buried against  Edge and his top people, oh and about seventeen cases of patent  infringement that they made 'go away'. Basically, if there's a scummy  thing you can do while running a business, Morgan Edge has done it, then  repeated the process a few times to make sure he had the technique  absolutely perfect."

I  grinned. "Perfect. Copy it all down, we'll be releasing it in measured  doses. Too much will just sink the whole thing. We're not in a position  to use that yet. What do you have about the guy directly above me in  this department?" I expected her to bitch about me being a selfish  bastard, but I was guessing she knew how many people would lose their  jobs if we just tanked the whole company. In this particular case, doing  things slow and steady like I wanted was actually the best way to  manage the situation and she knew it.

Her  fingers flashed out again. "Ok. Damien Westlake. Give me a second. The  buried suits against him are pretty few relatively speaking. A few  sexual harassment complaints and a patent infringement or two. That's  just what the company is aware of though. Moron left himself logged into  his private email on his work computer, so give me a minute aaaand. Got  it." She scanned through a list of emails, entering keywords and typing  search terms. "Ok, so I'm seeing some embezzlement we could use. I  doubt edge will care much about the HR stuff since he's literal pond  scum, but no way he'll put up with an employee stealing from him, much  less being caught."

I  grinned. "Perfect. Send the theft info to Edge and the HR stuff to a  reporter at the daily planet. Someone who will drag it all out. Between  the internal and external humiliation edge will lay him off and I'll  move up. He'll know it's me obviously, but this is such a stereotypical  rich brat power move he won't notice a problem with it. In the meantime  get me all the material you can on other company execs, especially  anyone on the board." I didn't mention that I was going to bribe or  blackmail those people, I doubted she wanted to hear it, even if she  probably guessed.

We  spent another fifteen minutes or so on that and then she finally  confirmed it was done I hopped up from the chair, lifting her up and  setting her on her feet. "Now. I don't really feel like being here for  this next part because it's going to be messy and annoying, so why don't  I take you by the shop and show you where we're working." I had to make  some more glasses anyway. I'd managed to stockpile about fifty thousand  points worth of random assorted supplies for electronics from Edge and I  had Waylon arranging resale through the Penguin, so I had the points to  make a pretty solid batch.

She  looked a bit dubious, but I grabbed her hand and dragged her out. I  knew what she was worried about. Cherry was manning the store. Edge had  let me keep it running as an advertisement because a hundred or so sold a  day was a drop in the bucket compared to what he was aiming for. Though  the eventual plan was to transition to selling only the flagship model  in store. By having it only available in one place we would increase the  perception of rarity, and thus value. It was actually a pretty smart  idea.

When we  arrived we slipped in unnoticed. It was relatively busy but not insane,  at least not yet, so we didn't have any trouble entering. When I got  inside I saw a familiar blonde teen raise an eyebrow at me  challengingly. "You hire me and then vanish for days? Not cool Nick."  Kara Kent was waiting for me, looking a bit put out but not too annoyed,  she seemed to mostly be glad to see me, though her body language could  be hard to read at times. That became a non issue when she spotted who  was next to me, eyes widening in joy and recognition. "Oh my god  Barbara? It's so good to see you!" Huh. Maybe I should have appraised  Kara after all.