Isabelle And Mr Bête

By SciFurz

When Isabelle hears her father's ships have been confiscated by the Bête Holdings, she devises a plan to get them back from Jean-Marie Bête, the difficult owner.
Instead of accepting her offer for more money, he recognises her skills after she got dragged into helping out at his office and she gets forced into staying temporarily as his personal assistant and live at his home.
Things start to change for both of them though after she finds out what he's been hiding in the room forbidden for her to enter.

A modern take on the well known Beauty and the Beast, with a little spanking thrown in for fun.

warning: adult content with explicit sex scenes

• Language: English
• Publisher: SciFurz
• Release date: May 18, 2016
• ISBN: 9781310354861

SciFurz

Writing the tales I want to read because no one else does.I love various genres so most tales are a blend and include science fiction, fantasy, horror, erotica, romance, and comedy.Get exclusive access to works in progress and more at Patreon:https://www.patreon.com/scifurzTo keep up with what I write check here:https://mastodon/@scifurzEnjoy reading today!

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Isabelle and Mr Bête

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by SciFurz

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Disclaimer

All characters engaging in copulation, drinking, substance abuse or other so-called adult behaviour that might appear in this totally made up story are of the magical adult age before anything like that happens according to the laws of your residence.

All characters are also fictional and have no resemblance to any other person, animal or object, living or dead, or even undead, zombie or ectoplasmic form.

No animals were harmed during the making of this story, except for those slaughtered to feed humans or satisfy experiments, feed predators in the wild, and those in unfortunate accidents.

Prologue

The day didn't start well for Mark Anderson when he heard what had happened to his cargo ships.

'What do you mean confiscated!?' he shouted into his phone, his voice echoing in his sparsely furnished grey office and out to the main floor.

The apologetic voice on the other side couldn't give him any more information than that his three large cargo ships had been taken because of an unpaid fuel bill to the Bête holding. Slamming the phone down he called for Isabelle, his daughter and personal assistant.

She hurried into his office, her brunette pony tail waving behind her head, having heard his outburst across the main office floor, and found him slumped back in his leather chair, massaging his greying temples.

'Dad? What's going on?' she asked, kneeling beside him and laying her hands on his thigh.

'The ships have been confiscated because we haven't yet paid the fuel bill from Bête.' he groaned.

'Can't we talk to them? Make a deal to pay after the cargo has been sold?'

Mark looked at his daughter, her beautiful face with hazel eyes and thin lips like her late mother's almost making him forget his worries. 'You don't know Jean-Marie Bête. He's a very strict business man and won't show leniency to anyone.'

Her face turned to determined with a frown. 'All the more reason to talk to him. He has more to lose in the long term if he cuts us down.' she said and grabbed the phone.

'Wait, what are you doing?' her father asked when she started dialling a number.

'This is ms. Anderson from Anderson Trading. I'd like to make an appointment to discuss a financial matter with Mr. Bête.' she said to the other side of the line. After a pause, 'Isn't there anyone who handles his calendar? There must be someone who knows what he's doing?'. She rolled her eyes at the apology on the other side. 'Okay, is he in today? Yes? Then let him know the president and his assistant will be coming over to see him if he has a few minutes to spare. It won't take long and it'll be profitable to him. Thank you.'

She let out a deep sigh of frustration after she put down the phone. 'Get your car dad, we're going over to see him.'

Her father looked at her with surprise. 'You really mean it.'

She nodded. 'We have to.'

Chapter 01

Both father and daughter felt nervous on their way to the man who held the future of the company in his hands. Mark hoped his daughter's stubbornness wouldn't make Jean-Marie mad and get them into bigger trouble. Isabelle hoped she could appeal to him with her proposition and keep the company afloat for long enough to raise a profit.

They parked in the office basement garage and rode the wide white elevator up the twenty story glass and concrete building. Isabelle took a few deep breaths to get her act together, the proposition she had drafted and held in her hand had to be accepted.

The elevator doors opened up to a small glass encased hall with elaborate etching of roses in the glass. Through two glass doors they came upon the receptionist, a middle aged woman with dark blonde, short curly hair in white blouse who radiated cheerful competence in her job and who matched the description Isabelle had in mind when talking to her on the phone.

'Mr. Anderson to see Mr. Bête. We called earlier.' Isabelle said.

'Welcome.' the woman said, her smile warm and honest. 'I have left him the message that you came to see him earlier, but he said he had no time to spare.' She raised her eyebrows a little. 'I'm sorry. I called you back but then I heard you were already on your way here.'

Isabelle nodded and gave her a smile back. 'I understand. But isn't there any spare time in his schedule today?'

'I'm afraid I don't really know.' the woman said, pulling a notepad closer. 'Since Beth, his former assistant, left, it's been a bit of chaos here.'

'Oh?' Isabelle said, raising an eyebrow and looking at the open part of the large open office floor behind the front desk, seeing now that things weren't just busy, but also too hectic for a normal day at an office with people looking frustrated as they hurried across the floor. 'And there's no replacement?'

The woman shook her head. 'To be honest, Mr. Bête isn't an easy man to work with.' she said. 'Not that he's a bad boss, but he's very involved and a workaholic and it's difficult finding a competent assistant who can keep up with him. Beth lasted half a year.' A sigh escaped her.

'Involved and workaholic doesn't have to be a bad thing.' Isabelle said, glancing sideways at her father. 'Some people could use a little more of that.' she added, just loud enough for her father to hear her and he gave her a look that meant he would get her back when they got home.

The woman recognised the look and chuckled in amusement. 'Wait here, I'll see if I can ask him again and hopefully pry a few minutes out of him for you.'

'Thank you, ..?' Isabelle said, feeling a little better.

'Colette.' the woman said.

'Thank you, Colette.' Isabelle said again. 'I'm Isabelle.'

'I'll be back quickly.'

Isabelle saw Colette disappear behind a sectioned off part of the office and turned back to her father. 'There has to be a chance to meet him.'

Her father nodded, sighing a little in relief that things didn't get out of control. 'I hope so, my dear, I really hope so.'

When Colette came back a minute later she smiled softly. 'He said he doesn't have time to spare right now, but if you're willing to wait there might be a chance to see him. He does have to take a break once in a while.'

Isabelle thought about it and nodded. 'I'll take it.'

Her father turned quickly to her. 'Isabelle, you want to wait here for who knows how long?' he asked.

'I'm willing to wait days, if it means saving the company, dad.' she said. 'Don't worry about me and go back to the office and make sure you can get the cargo where it has to go. I'll have him release our ships.'

Her father had to smile at his confident daughter. Her stubbornness might just be what's needed. 'All right. I have faith in you.'

She gave him a peck on his cheek. 'Go, I'll call you later.'

He gave a nod to Colette. 'Thank you.'

'I'll take care of her.' she said and he went for the elevator.

'Would you like some coffee or tea?' Colette asked.

'Coffee please. That'll help me with waiting.'

Colette went to the office kitchen and came back with coffee, a piece of cake and some magazines. 'I hope you like chocolate.' she said as she put the piece on the table beside Isabelle's seat. 'And I thought you might like something to read. Although the choice isn't that much entertaining.'

'I love cake.' Isabelle said, perking up a little. 'And it'll compensate for the dry business reading.' she chuckled.

Isabelle had been leafing through the magazines while enjoying the cake, making a mental note to get one when she returned to the office and treat everyone there.

'I have no idea..' she heard the young women who came up to Colette say. 'I never did anything like that.'

Isabelle listened more attentively to the conversation between the red brown haired girl in simple dark grey skirt suit and Colette.

'Neither did I.' said Colette. 'It was always the assistant who managed that.'

'Shit. If I pick the wrong restaurant he'll take it out on me, I just know it. I hardly get out to eat at restaurants myself.'

Isabelle watched the two fretting and thought she might as well help since there wasn't much to do while waiting and she felt she owed Colette a huge favour.

She went up to the desk. 'Maybe I can help?'

The women looked up at her.

'I know a lot of restaurants in the city, also because I always arranged dinner meetings for my father.'

Colette's smile returned. 'Please, Mr. Bête has a business relation coming for a deal and needs a good restaurant to