Life as a New Hire, Deadly Secrets, Volume 1

By James M. Dosher

Life as a New Hire is a multi volume saga about the journey of intern Cáel Nyilas through his 84 day internship at Havenstone Commercial Investments. Volume I: 43,000 +words
Cáel Nyilas’ back story:
At the start of my senior year at Thornton Fractional North High School in Calumet City, Illinois, I was a motherless loser. I didn’t care about anything, lived like a slob. I was on course to graduate in the top 50% of my class
The first week of school, the perfect girl, Cameron Sanders, caught her boyfriend cheating on her. Gripped by a bout of uncontrolled testosterone poisoning, I found her walking with her clique of the super-popular girls and professed my love for her. She publicly humiliated me then cavalierly dismissed my quivering form.
That night my widower Father found me despondently watching PBS. He didn't ask me for the details. He asked me ‘what was I going to do about it’. Without using those precise words, he told me that I had no one else to blame for my circumstances but me. I also could be the one who changed my fate; me and me alone.
That night, my Father started me on a physical training regimen ~ weights and running. I threw myself into my studies. That first month, I thought I’d die. I lost weight, firmed up and raised my GPA enough to personally impress my English teacher. He helped me get a scholarship to a small college in rural New England. I devoted myself to my physical and academic future. I was busy training my mind for the next challenge, my body for the next benchmark and building my confidence to the point that I believed I could do anything, just like my Father said I could.
I went to college a wide-eyed, virginal, guileless boy who thought he could do anything. I graduated a very different young man – a seasoned, sexually proficient, relentless womanizer who knew I could have any woman I wished.
Spring, Post Graduation
Five young men, all recent graduates, landed dream jobs with an International Fortune 500 Corporation. They are the first male interns ever at Havenstone Commercial Investments.
Havenstone Commercial Investments has completed a long legal proceeding over their accused discriminatory policies against males, thus the new internships. Unknown to the five interns, Havenstone Commercial Investments is concealing criminal and deadly secrets in their Boardroom.
Cáel Nyilas, from a blue collar background and graduate from obscure Bolingbrook College in New Hampshire joins with four elitist frat rats earning a quarter million a year.
Chinese-American Brian Fung from Harvard, blue blood Trent Grant from Carnegie-Melon, African-American Khalid Adzharia from MIT and Salvadoran-American Felix Melena from the University of Michigan – Ann Arbor; all had far better academic pedigrees than Cáel, nicer toys, and better looking suits. The one thing all five had in common? They were all freaking gorgeous; not cultured, handsome, or attractive to the opposite sex, every one of them would be hit on in a nightclub in under five minutes unless there was a significant other hanging all over them.
For the first 84 days, corporate policy states Havenstone employees and interns are forbidden sexual liaisons with each other; punishable by fines, job transfers and termination of contract. Havenstone policy means all Havenstone women are unavailable; Cáel a seasoned seducer, sexually proficient and a relentless womanizer will have to look outside for bed partners. A great lover but a lousy boyfriend no female between 18 and 65 was immune from his attentions. His girlfriends’ sisters, aunts or mothers were targets for his seductive talent. Not only could guys not trust him with their girlfriends, girlfriends can't trust their girl friends around Cáel either.
With over 200 ex-girlfriends, all of whom he has betrayed in some manner, many who still want to cause him some level of pain, brought about by his insatiable sexual attraction for every woman he meets b

• Language: English
• Publisher: James M. Dosher
• Release date: Feb 16, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310695582

James M. Dosher

James Martin Dosher is a resident of North Carolina with his lovely wife Megan and familyHe attended North Carolina State Univ. and Wake Technical Community College in Raleigh, where he mastered typing, one of an author’s key skill sets.While growing up as a child of a military family he lived in various diverse Regions of North America; from Rhode Island, to Montreal, PQ, to New York City and Wilmington NC; were memorable.James put in time in the corporate world at UPS and Nortel, followed by a stint as an USPS rural mail carrier. James found the rural mail route enjoyable while he knew he wasn't the best. He moved on to be an author with a loyal following and now is working on several yarns with four volumes ready to hit the market in 2015.

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Life as a New Hire,

Deadly Secrets,

Volume I

Copyright 2013 James M. Dosher

Published by Jens Sorensen at Smashwords

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Table of Contents

ACW

Acknowledgments

Cover Credits

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

About James M. Dosher

Other books by James M. Dosher

Connect with James M. Dosher

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Adult Content Warning

For

Life as a New Hire, Deadly Secrets, Volume I the first part of the saga Life as a New Hire, The 84 day internship of Cáel Nyilas in Twelve Volumes (LNH); this is a work of creative fiction with few ties to normal reality.

This fantasy melodrama attempts to weave the absurd into a facsimile of real life to entertain and amuse the reader. There is use of extreme language, descriptions of sex acts, and violence if this is offensive Do Not Read.

All sexually active characters are eighteen years of age or older.

Mythical creatures, mythical and historic deities and super natural phenomena all are depicted as reality in this saga, a fictional alternate reality. Characters depicted in the LNH are fictional characters and do not represent any real people.

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"This adult fictional work may contain descriptions of various different types of consensual sex, sexual kinks, violence, staged combat, criminal behavior, warfare and terrorism.

No real human, animal, or AI was harmed in order to gain the technical inspiration for this tale."

James M. Dosher

Author

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Acknowledgments

This work would not exist without the support of family (Megan, Rowan and Larry), who put up with my very real and insidious madness and a stranger – turned friend, Jens Sorensen, who believed, when I did not, that this tale was worth more than the electrons I wasted in its creation.

*Thanks to PokingFun for her editing wizardry*

*People who forget their past are doomed to be blind-sided by it*

*This story plays fast and loose with Ancient History and Linguistics; be warned.*

*People take for granted that they cannot see. If you don't think so, try not breathing.*

*Instinct, education and experience are complementary, not in opposition.*

*Suddenly knowing you are about to die rarely does anyone any good.*

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Cover Credits

The Cover image is an original composition and collage based on images in the public domain of existing historical artwork and or free use images with original elements by Jens Sorensen. Please report any perceived copy right infringement to publisher for action.

Cover Elements

Achilles killing Penthesilea. Tondo of an Attic red-figure kylix, 470–460 BC. From Vulci; Part of the Staatliche Antikensammlungen (State Collections of Antiques) in the Kunstareal of Munich; image uploaded to Wikipedia by Bibi Saint-Pol.

Ax image: Edited and manipulated from an image, artist unaccredited, found on the Internet

Businessmen silhouette: Edited and manipulated image based on freeimages’ photo #926343 uploaded by user spekulator

Heckler & Koch MP5: Manipulated image based on an image, artist unaccredited, found on the Internet.

Heckler & Koch UMP: Manipulated image based on an image, artist unaccredited, found on the Internet.

Knife: Original image created by Jens Sorensen using Gimp 2.8

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Prologue

Fall 2010

At the start of my senior year at Thornton Fractional North High School in Calumet City, Illinois, I was a motherless loser. I was a loser on purpose. I didn’t care about anything, lived like a slob. I was on course to graduate in the top 50% of my class. At best, that meant community college – doing what I didn’t know.

The first week of school, the perfect girl, Cameron Sanders, caught her boyfriend cheating on her. Gripped by a bout of uncontrolled testosterone poisoning, I found her between third and fourth period walking with her clique of the super-popular girls and professed my love for her. She publically humiliated me then cavalierly dismissed my quivering form.

That night my widower Father found me despondently watching PBS. He didn’t ask me for the details. He asked me ‘what was I going to do about it’. Without using those precise words, he told me that I had no one else to blame for my circumstances but me. I also could be the one who changed my fate; me and me alone.

That night, my Father started me on a physical training regimen ~ weights and running. I threw myself into my studies. That first month, I thought I’d die. I lost weight, firmed up and raised my GPA enough to personally impress my English teacher. He helped me get a scholarship to a small college in rural New England.

I devoted myself to my physical and academic future. If I neglected anything, it was my incredibly anemic social life. I was too busy training mind for the next challenge, my body for the next benchmark and building my confidence to the point that I believed I could do anything, just like my Father said I could.

I went to college a wide-eyed, virginal, guileless boy who thought he could do anything. I graduated a very different young man – a seasoned, sexually proficient, relentless womanizer who knew I could have any woman I wished.

There in, as they say, lies the rub.

Spring 2015, Post Graduation

A multinational Fortune 500 company, Havenstone Commercial Investments is concealing criminal and deadly secrets in their Boardroom.

Blue collar, Cáel is recent graduate from Bolingbrook College in New Hampshire (75 % female student population.) He is one of five new male interns at Havenstone Commercial Investments. They are the only men in a company of 5000 women.

For the first 84 days, corporate policy states Havenstone employees and interns are forbidden sexual liaisons with each other; punishable by fines, job transfers and termination of contract. Havenstone policy means all Havenstone women are out of season; Cáel will have to look outside for bed partners.

With over 200 ex-girlfriends, all of whom he has betrayed in some manner, many who still want to cause him some level of pain, brought about by his insatiable sexual attraction for every woman he meets between 18 and 65, what could go wrong?

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Chapter One

Monday, Day 1 of 84

I couldn't help but notice the similarity between myself and the other four new hires. We were all clean cut men, fresh out of college, fit and masculine. The 'men' part of the equation made sense. Havenstone Commercial Investments had come out of a long legal proceeding over their accused discriminatory policies.

An undisclosed settlement had been reached plus they agreed to implement this new program to hire more men. For me that meant an employment opportunity with a Fortune 500 company despite my rather underwhelming collegiate career. Don't get me wrong; I had good grades. I also went to a college virtually no one had ever heard of – Bolingbrook College in New Hampshire.

With me was Chinese-American Brian Fung from Harvard, blue blood Trent Grant from Carnegie-Melon, African-American Khalid Adzharia from MIT and Salvadoran-American Felix Melena from the University of Michigan – Ann Arbor. For starters, they all had far better academic pedigrees them me, nicer toys, and better looking suits.

The second they found out where I was from, I was dropped out of their conversation. They were bragging about their awards and accomplishments, their families and where they vacationed, professors who knew them on a first name basis and when they planned to get their master's degrees. Given time to take in our circumstances without the distraction of being part of their little club, something occurred to me.

We were all freaking gorgeous. I don't mean cultured, handsome, or attractive to the opposite sex. I meant every one of us would be hit on in a nightclub in under five minutes unless we had a significant other hanging all over us. I was getting a sinking suspicion about what Havenstone considered 'crucial' for job performance and it didn't have anything to do with what alumni we were now part of.

Here I was with my Father's dark good looks, my genetics an ancient blend of Bulgarian and Turkish with a recent addition of Irish Gaelic. My eyes, the legacy of my Mom, were a deep emerald green. The broad shoulders, narrow waist and powerful arms and legs were part heritage with a serious application of physical activity. I exercised constantly, swam whenever I could and cycling was my religion; the tougher the terrain, the better.

Better yet, the brainiacs around me hadn't seemed to figure that out yet. Maybe they thought I was a 'legacy' hire – I had a relative on the inside. Nope. Mom died when I was seven and my Dad worked for Illinois Power and Light as a line runner. His sister, Aunt Stella, was a crab fisherwoman in Maryland and unmarried.

A series of off-handed comments in the interview process suddenly came back to haunt me. I'd been asked about who I was close to, both presently and back in college. They wanted to know about my 'moral character'. Fuck it all – I'd filled out a dating survey! I'd never used a matchmaking service, but I bet if I logged on to E-Harmony, I'd recognize the questions.

The door to the conference room opened and seven women entered. Ms. Tessa Carmichael had handled the interview process. Umami Lhasa was her Hindi assistant and all-around encyclopedia of all things Havenstone. The other five were unknown to me and, I had a feeling, unknown to my fellow new hires. We all stood. The other four smiled. I smiled too, but felt cautious.

Gentlemen, it is time to begin. Today we begin your internship process and I'd... Tessa got out before Fung interrupted.

I was given the impression we were guaranteed employment, Ms. Carmichael, he spoke in a commanding voice. How stupid was this guy?

Academia is a sheltered environment, Mr. Fung. Havenstone is very much part of the real, visceral world and you can hardly expect to gain a six-figure salary with all the benefits based on your ability to impress men who have never created an iota of wealth in their lives, Tessa smiled. I hoped she eventually give it back to the orca she'd swiped it from.

I was entertaining offers from several other corporations as well, Trent added his voice. We were guaranteed employment. Our contracts state so. He seemed proud of his ability to read. Trent should have boned up on reading between the lines.

Well, if you two wish to sign 'Termination of Employment' papers, Tessa sounded disappointed, "we will concede

to your wishes."

At this point, the guys with promising futures should have bailed. I didn't have options unless you considered 'do you want fries with that' to be a back-up plan. I was amazed the other four didn't see it.

What we really want is a clarification of what this internship process entails, Khalid intervened.

Tessa's smile became all happy bunnies again.

Very well, she appeared pleased, let's start by introducing your mentors. Mr. Fung, Ms. Julian Jameson has chosen you. She is our Senior VP in charge of Acquisitions – something you excelled in, I recall. Fung looked pleased. Julian was a foxy red-head somewhere in her mid-thirties.

Mr. Grant, you have been selected by Olympia Shore, head of our Financial Investigative unit. Greying hair yet she looked like she ran marathoners down on a regular basis; she was tall, fit and svelte. I understand you showed a talent for forensic accounting, Tessa continued. Mr. Adzharia, you have been chosen by Ms. Phalli Chandra VP of International Finance.

Where Khalid was patently African-American, his mentor was African – most likely central African, like Congo, or Cameroon. She was in her early thirties and sculpted in a way that made me think I wouldn't mind wrestling her even though I wasn't sure who would win. You have an excellent grasp of linguistics as I recall.

Mr. Melena, Ms. Tia Pharos VP of Business Management has chosen to take you on. My bet she was Lebanese, or Palestinian – more Semitic than Aramaic. Still, her hair was thick, wavy and long – all the women seemed to go for the 'long hair' look for that matter. She was also the shortest mentor, perhaps one meter - seventy.

You have all around high marks in your education. We think you will be a perfect fit. He smiled as did Tia. I