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Sansa woke up to the ringing of her cell phone.
Her head and body hurt like he'd been beaten up in the gym. Her half-opened his eyes, trying to concentrate on the screen and decipher the message he had just received.
-I have to go.- She sat up in bed so quickly that he left his partner completely confused.
-Now?
-Robb just became a father. I'm an aunt!!!-Sansa was nervous, elated... the birth had finally happened. Her sister-in-law Jeyne had been out of work for two weeks and doctors were beginning to consider inducing labor. Luckily she was alone.- A niece! I have to go see her. I'll come back tomorrow, okay? and I will be all yours...
-You better be. If you take too long, I'll send Clegane after you.
-Oh, I love it when you get like that...
-Like what?
-Devil. -she approached him and gave him a goodbye kiss that he really knew very little about.
-I don't understand you, you have that false enthusiasm of people who don't have children. -He got up from the bed where a few minutes ago he had been hugging the beautiful redhead and began to get dressed. -Children are a nuisance, sleepless nights, bottles, diapers, and when they grow up you leave little problems to go big problems. Children have a headache.
-Well, so that you don't like children, you had three.
-The oldest were twins; overnight we had two kids. Joanna died when the little one was born, and I suddenly found myself with three small children that I had to raise by myself. What's more Any of my children can tell you what a painful role I played with them as a parent.
Sansa moved closer to him to wrap her arms around him and look at him in disbelief.
-I have a hard time imagining you as someone painful.
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At the hospital she was quick to find Robb. In the assigned room, he was waiting with his wife and daughter for the arrival of friends and family to congratulate them.
Sansa couldn't help but melt into a hug full of hugs with her older brother and sister-in-law.
Soon she went to the crib to catch up with his niece and take her in her arms.
-She's beautiful Robb !!! Mom is going to go crazy when she sees her !!!
-Yes! She is beautiful, like her mother.
-Of course, Jeyne. Love it!!! Come on, take me a picture with her…. I'll upload it to my Instagram right away. My favorite niece!!!
-She's your only niece…- Robb corrected her.
-For now !!!! - Sansa winked at Jeyne.
-Sans wanted to talk to you. Her brother's tone worried her immediately.
-About what?- she asked, leaving her little niece back in the crib.
-I would like to spend a few days with Jeyne and the little girl. Could you…? Could you keep the Lannister account for me for a few days? We have already crossed the red line.
Sansa's eyes widened. The Lannister account was one of Stark Ltd.'s main accounts. The family business had been forged in the world of corporate audits and verifications. No company that was willing to do business did anything without the advisory endorsement of Stark Ltd, which verified that there would be no shadows in the accounting of any company. High transparency.
-Heavens! He's a fat customer!
-I know and I would not ask you if I did not know that you are perfectly capable of being able to carry it and close its inspection yourself.
-Wow Robb, I don't know what to say!
-Say yes please!
-Yes of course. So I can stay longer in the capital and see my niece in these first days. Count on me.
-Thanks Sans.
Just a few minutes later, excited Stark grandparents made their way into the hospital room. Eddard and Catelyn had traveled to the capital for the imminent birth of their first granddaughter.
Almost with tears in their eyes they marveled at seeing that pink baby who surprisingly slept imperturbable with the incessant swaying of going from one to another's arms.
-She's beautiful Robb.- Cat recognized.
- She's, mom.- Robb walked to the bed to sit next to his wife, who was resting from the usual discomforts of childbirth.
-When will you surprise us Sansa?- Her mother's question caught her a little off the mark.
-Me? For the moment I intend to fully enjoy my niece, and spoil her as much as I can.
-Before, you have to get married - his father asserted-.
Wedding and children, the prevailing order of the dogma of their parents. Would it be so horrible not to do one or the other?
Years ago Sansa was about to do it. At least getting engaged in marriage. They had everything planned and closed. She had her dress, the wedding invitations sent, the invitation closed, the Church ...
A fortuitous forgetting of her cell phone made her return to the house she shared with her fiancé in just 30 minutes after she left in the morning. More than enough time to see how her boyfriend was in her bed with another woman.
And after that the hecatomb ... the breakdown of the engagement, the cancellation of everything, and despite being the one deceived, the press treated her with contempt. He chased her at every event she attended, a harassment for discovering the real reason for the breakup of the young northern couple. She was the rich young woman and heir to the North, and no man could satisfy the infatuated girl who made and unmade as she pleased, bringing shame to her traditional family ..
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Jaime Lannister arrived on time as clockwork at the Lannister family offices in the capital.
The company was immersed in a process of expanding markets, and they needed to keep perfectly audited accounts to complete the acquisition of end customers.
Tyrion, his younger brother, accompanied him through the corridors of the building. Giving you all an informative part of how today they would start the day meeting with Robb Stark, and thus continue the much-needed audit for their businesses.
As they entered the room together, the first thing they saw was a spectacular red-haired woman bent over the conference table. She deposited pages in small piles with the ease of a child distributing cards.
Both brothers looked at each other, incredulous and surprised. They had to stop to admire the incredible body that silhouetted before them with each paper bow. A black pencil skirt fitted to the waist and a white blouse. The perfect executive uniform.
Who was this woman?
He coughed to get her attention and warn her of his arrival.
-Robb's secretary?
-Sansa Stark. Robb's sister.
-I didn't know Robb had a model sister.- Jaime strutted.
-And it doesn't. But yes a sister with a master's degree in auditing and higher accounting.
They both shook hands in a professional manner.
-Impressive. I am Jaime, Jaime Lannister.
-I Tyrion, delighted.
Jaime couldn't help raising his eyebrows in surprise.
-And Robb?
-He has just become a father and will be absent for a few days to be with his wife and daughter. I'll take care of everything.
Jaime nodded his approval and settled into his chair in the conference room.
The pretty redhead continued her task of placing sheets in piles.
Little by little, the necessary personnel for the meeting began to arrive.
Sansa handed each of them the stacks of papers she had been preparing for the occasion. It was informing about the way of proceeding of Stark Ltd. It indicated the information that each department had to provide: finance, accounting, human resources, IT… Each department provided a crucial piece of information in achieving the long-awaited transparency. Data that she would cross with those in her possession, to contrast and fully support them.
A long exposure of almost 5 hours in which she was giving the pertinent indications and clarifications.
Tyrion, handled the public relations issue for the family business. He knew better than anyone about the need to successfully pass the audit in order to gain the trust of foreign markets. He watched with resignation as Jaime was uncomfortable in the chair. Too many hours in a row of meeting perhaps. Tyrion knew him very well. He knew perfectly well that his brother was not a highly qualified manager. Tell him what to do and he will do it, but don't ask him to invent a management model. This meeting was undermining him.
Sansa looked at her watch.
- Ladies, gentlemen, I believe that with this we can end this meeting. I await your reports in two days for your review. Thanks.
Staff began to get up from their chairs and slowly walk out of the meeting room.
-Sirs Lannister, can I steal one more minute?
The two brothers looked at each other and remained in the room.
-Of course. Tell us Miss Stark.-said an exquisite Tyrion.
-In a preliminary report, there is a jump in accounting. I need to have access to the documentation to be able to compare it with the reports that I have requested from your departments.
-That? A leap in accounting? -Asked Jaime doubtfully-.
-That's how it is. I need to enter the accounting records and access the books presented previously to see the origin of the jump.
- Are you implying that the accounts may be being manipulated? Jaime was trying to get his thoughts in order.
- At the moment I am not insinuating, I just want to verify that it is not an error. See what is presented to the Treasury with what the accounting currently reflects is the minimum step I can do.
-And what would be the most you can do?
Sansa flinched a bit at Mr. Lannister's tone, she was there to help them present some transparent beads. If someone within the company itself was not doing his job well, or even, as he apparently pointed out, embezzling, I would have to report it.
-I will start by verifying the data and then I will indicate my procedure.
-In which department did you find that jump, Miss Stark?- asked a concerned Tyrion.
-In foreign currency.
-Who runs that area? Jaime asked desperately, looking at his brother as if it were the first time he had heard that there was a department with that name.
-Baelish,- Tyrion replied.
-Baelish? Is money lifting us in front of us? How have you found that void in such a short time?
-I've taken up Robb's job, and Mr. Lannister, it's my job.-
-Please don't call me Mr. Lannister, Mr. Lannister is my father.
Sansa couldn't help raising both eyebrows.
-I would like you to explain this whole matter to me with greater emphasis. Can we go out to dinner maybe?
-You have all the information in the dossier that I have given you. In any case, when the person responsible is located, it will be you who will be able to provide more information to me than I to you. I just hope they do it quickly, this kind of thing ends up with a missing employee and money that never comes back.
Sansa began to collect papers, and put them in a briefcase, which she had brought for the occasion.
-So you're not going to have dinner with me to clear up this matter? I thought that with this audit we were paying Stark Ltd. an outrageous amount of money ...
Jaime sat on his leg, on the table next to the briefcase where Sansa collected papers.
-I don't know if you've heard me before, Mr. Lannister. I just gave you the information in a timely and accurate manner.
-Thank you, Miss Stark. I'll send security immediately to find Baelish, see what he has to say about it.
Tyrion shook Sansa's hand and left the meeting room.
Jaime began to slowly approach her.
-Oh, come on. You have come from the North to replace your brother. Have dinner with me and explain this whole thing about the diversion of funds well to me. Then I could show you the city ...
-I'm afraid not.
-Come on. Do you have anything better to do, Miss Stark?
-Would you like me to make a list for you, Mr. Lannister?-
-Jaime.
Sansa huffed and continued putting papers away. Jaime took the opportunity to scan her from top to bottom in greater depth.
-I see you're not wearing an engagement ring.
She stopped putting away papers and glanced down at her not jeweled bare hands. Only an exquisite manicure added a note of color to her pale porcelain skin.
-Are you flirting at me, Jaime?
-I've been thinking all day about how to get you out of that perfect businesswoman uniform you're wearing.
-I can't believe it.- She rolled her eyes. -Do you think that because you ask me, I have to fall at your feet?-
-Come on, surely you've never been with anyone like me. Handsome ... rich ...
-That? Please do us a favor and pretend this conversation didn't take place.
Sansa closed the flap of the briefcase. Jaime grabbed the hand that was holding him. With his free hand he traced the outline of her jaw, trailing his finger to her lips, which had parted slightly in amazement.
Jaime smiled, interpreting that opening as an invitation. He leaned slightly towards her to kiss her.
ZAAAAASSS !!!
The sound of a slap preceded Miss Stark's exit from the boardroom. It would take Jaime long to leave the room until the stinging on his cheek subsided.
Seeing him walk out of the meeting room with his hand holding his cheek to ease the pain, his little brother spoke to him.
-You deserve it. Miss Stark looks like more than just a pretty face.
-I bet she what want to end up with me in bed.
Tyrion couldn't help but laugh and snort almost in tandem. He left Jaime to talk to his father and tell him about the -little problem- that had arisenwith Baelish.
-I can pass?
-Yes, go ahead.
Tywin's office was undoubtedly the largest in the entire Lannister family building. Huge windows filled the room with light. All of it was decorated with delicately carved hardwood furniture. Huge paintings signed by the country's most influential artists hung on the walls. Undoubtedly, a way of reflecting to everyone the great power of the person behind that desk. The most powerful man in all of Westeros. Years working in a business emporium that Poniente was too small for. It was his idea to expand the business beyond Essos.
Tyrion moved forward until he reached his chair and stood in front of his father.
Tywin kept typing on his laptop. He intended to finish whatever it was he was doing before tending to Tyrion.
Tyrion waited patiently, but couldn't wait for his father to be ready to listen, so he spoke.
-I don't know if you prefer to hear the good news or the bad news.
Tywin took a deep breath. And he stopped typing. He looked at Tyrion over his computer screen.
-You decide.
-Today I have witnessed how a woman openly rejected your son Jaime. I never thought that anyone would be capable of doing such a thing, after all, he is Jaime ... the personification of the perfect man in our family. I even think he slapped him ... although I did not see that live.
-What do you want Tyrion?
-The audit has revealed that there is a leap in accounting in Baelish's department.
-Wow, that Robb Stark works good and fast.
-Oh no, it wasn't him. Apparently he has been a father and is going to be with his wife and daughter for a while. The event has been discovered by his sister. A beautiful girl by the way. With personality…
-Is Sansa Stark here?
-Yes. Do you know her? She is the one who has taken the reins of the audit and the one who has discovered the Baelish hole.
-Where is?
-Who? Baelish?
-Sansa Stark,- Tywin corrected in a stern voice.
-Well, after a long talk giving us duties and orders to all the departments, she left quickly. Maybe she was going to get her nails done again after slapping Jaime.
Tywin's nostrils flared for air. He clasped his hands on the table, joining and separating his thumbs.
-I want Baelish here right away.
-I've sent security for him, although according to Mss. Stark, this kind of thing ends up with a missing employee and some fund no found.-
-Baelish's department is under the supervision of Jaime. How has he not realized that himself?
-You know how Jaime is. Today he just arrived from Dorne, spending I don't know how many days there. And before it was in the Domain, and everywhere.
-He is a lazy person who only lives for himself. Tywin got up quickly from his chair and walked to the large window. -Does Baelish know anything about the audit?-
-No. But when he sees that Clegane shows up in his apartment ... If he's into that plot, I can picture him running around like a rat.
She shouldn't be surprised when Tywin showed up at her office inside the Lannister Ltd. offices (the one her brother Robb occupied before her)
But she did it by the way she walked in and closed the door behind him.
-What are you doing? She murmured after reluctantly peeling her lips from Tywin Lannister's.
The door to his office, against which his back was leaning, was cold, but the the heat from Tywin's body, glued to hers, was delicious.
--Why keep fighting it?- He replied, massaging her hips and drawing her to him.
Sansa came up with a couple of compelling reasons. The first that many would say that their age difference was unfathomable, she would be called a gold digger and he a cradle robber. Another powerful reason was what in particular her parents would think ... It had taken her a long time to get her father to admit her to his Auditing company, she had to get more credit than her brother or her cousin Jon, to get them to take her seriously and give her clients with important accounts. If they knew that he was sleeping with his main client, they might think that he had a method of recruitment more typical of another type of profession.
-Because it would not be seen with good eyes if you had an affair with your auditor,- she replied, trying to focus, although inside she was melting.
After everything we've been through you should know by now.
-You weren't my auditor when we first started seeing each other.-
Sansa shook her head and covered her mouth with her hand.
-No. But now I am.
--I refuse to discuss this any further.- And going back to the subject we were talking about ... I don't know why we have to keep fighting the attraction that exists between us, that has been between us from the beginning.
Sansa looked up into Tywin's green eyes and felt a wave of heat wash over her. Sometimes she had the impression that, like the sun, if she stared too long at them she would end up blinded ... by reality.
--I already told you, Tywin.- You are now my client.
—Which is completely circumstantial. He reminded her, brushing a lock of her cheek.
That tender gesture made Sansa's heart sink.
--I'm not going to sleep with you Tywin, it's not the place or the time,- she replied.
Tywin glanced quickly at his expensive watch.
--Then I still have time to make you change your mind,- murmured Tywin with a smile.
--Don't count on it,- Sansa replied. She didn't mean to challenge him; just verify the truth.
--Oh, but I'm counting on it,- he whispered, sliding a leg between her
thighs.
Sansa bit her lower lip and pushed her palms against her chest.
--Tywin, ...- she started, but his voice broke and he had to swallow hard to be able to continue speaking -... we can't.-
Tywin studied her face in silence for a long time.
--Do you regret it?-
-No ... yes ... no ... yes.-Tywin, we've already talked about this; I don't want what we have achieved to be spoiled by ...
-Why? Because I am so much older than you?
Sansa rolled her eyes.
--It's not about that and you know it.-
Tywin didn't seem to be overly convinced by her answer.
--Perhaps yes,- he replied; I am almost thirty years older than you.
--Well, because of your body no one would tell,- she mumbled under her breath. She was amazed by the energy it showed in and out of bed. Shook his head, and she said, -Look, Tywin, try as you might, you're not going to convince me. My duty continues to be to maintain a good public image of you and your company, and I assure you that continuing with this would not benefit you. In fact, I could end up turning into your worst nightmare.
--It's hard for me to associate the word 'nightmare' with you, Sans,- he murmured, sliding his fingers down her cheek and neck until they reached the top of one of her breasts.
Sansa's heart pounded as she saw the wish written on her face. How couldrefuse it? Tywin made her feel things that she had never thought she could feel and, though he tried to resist, he soon found his willpower beginning to fade.
--You don't like the way I touch you is that?- Tywin asked, lightly brushing the nipple and making her shudder.
Sansa bit her lower lip.
--You know that's not true,- she whispered.
--So you don't like the way I kiss you?- Tywin asked, placing his lips on hers and kissing her until she was breathless.
His weak rational side wanted to scream that this was not fair, but the rest of him was sinking into the delicious, forbidden pleasure she was experiencing.
--You don't like the way I make love to you?- He murmured against her lips as he lowered his hands to the waistband of her dress pants and unzipped them.
Now was the time to say no, the small voice of her conscience prompted her. The noise of the zipper going down mixed with their gasping breaths, and Sansa knew what it would happen if she didn't stop it. I knew those same hands would run through her, making her
feel the most beautiful and sensual woman in the world, who would caress her gently, paying attention to her responses, and that then he would let her touch him too so that it could make him suffer, if only a little.
However, making him suffer only increased her arousal and made her impatient until that finally took her to the limit and sank inside her.
--God, I want you so much, Sans ...- Tywin whispered.
His voice, husky and sensual, had the same effect on her as a caress in the lower part intimate with her body and, mentally cursing, Sansa surrendered.
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