Ibrahim

In this cruel world, where the power make all the rules and have decided that the poor were not worthy of being equal to them, owning humans has become a business. A most cruel enterprise, companies have been made to capitalize on the selling of others. But not all business owners feel this way. Ibrahim, the Master CEO of Raudy Manufacturers, a clothing company. Master CEO means one who is master of his company but it also applies to slave. But Ibrahim has no slaves because he does not believe in the ownership of others. He feels the world would be a better place if only everyone worked together as equals. He strives to fight the forces who keep slavery alive, but unfortunately, despite being a Master CEO, he is below the even bigger companies. Particularly the Maru Company, the enterprise owned by Ardit. The Maru Company are responsible for providing services to government officials. Fire arms, vehicles, speeches, accounting, you name it. The Maru Company does it all. They are one of the most powerful companies in the world with over a trillion in revenue and over a million slaves in their service.

Ibrahim hates working with these companies but because he is still so small, he has no choice but to obey the higher ones. That is why he is having a meeting with Ardit the next day as he is just confirming his meeting.

"Now listen," Ardit tells Ibrahim, "the government is looking for new uniform designs for the military march next month. It's a celebratory festival so it has to look stylish. I heard you are the best, but I still want to go over this in person. I want to see the designs right in front of me, even feel the material. It is very important we get this right."

"I understand." replies Ibrahim, "I'll bring you all the samples."

"Very well. I'll see you tomorrow at 1pm," and Ardit hangs up.

"Was that your client?" a woman just entered Ibrahim's office. She was a stunning beauty with brownish-red flowing hair with pinkish skin to match. She has slender eyes that could melt the heart of any man and bright red lips that beckons. Wearing a single-piece white dress with blue flowers, she was Su, Ibrahim's assistant.

"Yes," answers back Ibrahim, "I was just confirming the meeting tomorrow. I trust the designs and samples are ready?"

"Yes, they are, sir."

"Very well. Then I'll be heading home now."

Ibrahim grabs his coat and turns around only to be stopped by Su. She leans in close and starts caressing his strong chiseled face. She plays a bit with his finely trimmed beard and pats his shiny black combed hair. His silver suit gave her the impression of seriousness but his shirt untied at the top without a necktie also showed he was not as serious as the impression gives. She stares lovingly at those relaxed yet imposing eyes of his, the 29-year-old Master CEO was a man she cherishes.

She leans in close, wanting her lips to meet his, but only his finger is what she kisses. "This is very unprofessional," he tells her.

"Sir, you have no idea how much I owe you for my freedom. You have bought me and I was so scared of you, but now I see that you are a real compassionate man. You deserve so much more than a lowly slave."

"You are not my slave, Su, you are an employee. I am paying you a wage."

"That wage is the only thing that is keeping me from becoming a slave again. What would happen if you fired me? Then I would be back on the auction block."

Ibrahim puts his arms on her shoulders, "That won't happen, Su. You are a hard worker and do your job well. Why would I fire you?"

"But I am in your mercy! I have no other options, except for becoming yours."

"No, Su. I'm sorry but I don't feel that way about you. You are not my lover, nor my slave, You are my most loyal employee, that is all."

He grabs his briefcase and leaves the office. Su sits down on the coach and starts fantasizing about him, how his consideration for not just her but every other of his employees is the most kind that any other CEO. But she still believes she is a slave as this job is the difference between freedom and being owned. She knew that she could not just have this job and be safe. For true security, she needed to be his wife.