I feel sick as in I-shouldn't-have-had-the-last-half-of-the-eggnog-latte sick. Have you ever read something that isn't quite right, so you read it several times before the words actually sink in? That is my reaction to Mr. Payne’s letter. It’s...odd. I still have no idea if I got the job. You can read it and be the judge (and let me know I’m not crazy!).
Dear Ms. Drake:
Thank you for your time today. Our meeting was quite informative.
I’m going to stop right here for a moment. These first two lines are standard. He most likely uses these sentences on every business correspondence he has and probably some personal ones. Imagine him sending an email to a girlfriend: Dear Bimbo (because I imagine that is the type of woman he dates...what? Stop looking at me like that!); Thank you for the blow job today. It was very relaxing.
Anyway, back to the letter...
You need to be here at 8:15 am sharp tomorrow. Please meet with Mr. Greg Shapiro the manager in the mail room located in the basement. He will dictate what you are to do over the course of the week.
I will stop here too because...what...is...that! Why is the manager of the mail room overseeing my week? I didn't interview to be his assistant only to wind up a mail room clerk. At this point I keep reading those two lines over and over again believing I have gone temporarily insane. Finally giving up, I move on.
Head to HR to handle your paperwork. I like my coffee black.
Mr. Henrik Payne
Vice President, Sales & Marketing at Mimir
That last line: I like my coffee black...okay? See, this is what I am talking about. Confusing, right? That’s what I thought, so I take the elevator back upstairs to the 28th floor. I march over to Mr. Payne’s office door, closed, so I knock.
“Who is it?”
His deep voice rumbles through the door. I choose to be bold, not wait for permission to open the door, and march in demanding that he explain himself.
So I crack open the door just enough to pop my head through and say, “Mr. Payne?” In a voice so weak if I had strep throat he would have a better chance at hearing me.
“Who are...Ms. Drake?”
I open the door further and step just inside, leaving the door ajar in case I need to bolt. So much for my boldness.
“Mr. Payne, I have a question with the letter you left me.”
He groans and moves his attention back to his computer, clicking away with his mouse.
“It should be self-explanatory Ms. Drake. You need to start work tomorrow at 8:15. What about that confuses you? You did just interview for the job did you not?”
My heart is pounding in my ears as I feel a bead of sweat slowly trickle down the side of my face. I am glad Mr. Payne isn't looking at me because now he can’t witness a woman melting into a gooey mess of fear. I clear my throat before continuing, willing my voice to sound strong even if my body refuses to cooperate.
“Yes, I interviewed to be your assistant, not a mail room clerk.”
He stills mid type. I watch as his fists clench and he carefully swivels his chair to face me. My mind is screaming at me right now. She’s telling me, “Why did you poke that hornets’ nest with a stick?”
“Ms. Drake. I am not in the habit of explaining my orders to anyone, least of all my assistant. But, if you must insist in harassing me I will explain a few things, so you can leave me in peace. I have rules, for myself, and anyone who works for me. The number one rule is know this company from the ground up. In order to understand this business and the people who run it, you will have to get to know them and what they do. So, each week I will have you working in a different department until I feel you understand enough to assist me in helping it function. Are we clear?”
I nod my head as my voice has long since packed her bags and left the building. Traitor!
“Now leave before I regret my decision in hiring you. Oh, and everything in that letter is a part of your duties for this week, even getting my coffee in the morning. I arrive by 8:30 and expect it then. Goodbye Ms. Drake.”
I clear my throat and bribe my voice to return with thoughts of warm tea.
“Thank you Mr. Payne.”
I leave, closing the door behind me. I take two steps and collapse to the ground. My body giving out from the stress of the day with the dueling feelings of joy and fear racking my insides. I sit on the grey carpet looking at the wool pills in the floor trying to gather my thoughts when I hear a different male voice from above.
“Are you alright? Here let me help you.”
I look up to see a man who could easily pass for a Nordic god if he wasn't wearing a navy suit with a red tie. If Thor met Brad Pitt, defied the laws of reality and biology, had a three way with David Beckham which then produces the man reaching down for me. I stare at his hand unable to handle two hot men in suits in one day. Is it a requirement that all the male employees be studly? If so, thank god I got this job!
Regaining my senses I take his hand and come to standing.
“Thank you. I just tripped on the carpet.” I lie trying to save face.
The Thor/Pitt/Beckham love sandwich chuckles and gives me the sweetest, heart arresting smile.
“I keep telling my brother to replace the carpets, but it’s the one area he is cheap about. Oh, and the coffee here is crap, he’s cheap with that too.”
“So...so...you’re Mr. Jacob Mimir’s brother?”
He holds out a hand for me to take.
“Yes, Edgar Mimir at your service m’lady. And I don’t think I have had the pleasure of being introduced?”
He takes my hand, gives a light tip while bowing in jest. I stutter my responses in shock by the days event, first the job and the boss attached to the job and now meeting the owner of the company’s brother.
“I’m...I, uh...I mean I’m Morgana Drake, Mr. Payne’s new assistant.”
He winces after I say Mr. Payne’s name and sucks in a breath.
“Oh...No!” The gorgeous one exclaims.
Find out what happens next in The Paperwork
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63. THE Insane
62. THE Bechmann
61. THE Morning After
60. THE Attack
59. THE Decision
58. THE Emergency
57. THE Welcome Home
56. THE First Day Back
55. THE Strange
54. THE Question
53. THE Crazy B
52. THE Teacher
51. THE Discussion
50. THE Mommy
49. THE Bar Fly
48. THE Watchful Eye
47. THE Big Guns
46. THE Never
45. THE Feast
44. THE Bathroom Threesome
43. THE Pee Pee
42. THE Fine
41. THE Shirt Attack
40. THE Police Song
39. THE Discovery
38. THE Pull
37. THE Aria Show
36. THE Switch Up
35. THE Delivery
34. THE Scheme
33. THE Drink
32. THE Uncomfortable Silence
31. THE Online Experience
30. THE Same Old Shi
29. THE Talk
28. THE Drunk Dial
27. THE Birthday
26. THE Meeting
25. THE New Job
24. THE Disagreement
23. THE Big Movie
22. THE Sleepover
21. THE Club
20. THE Leave
19. THE Beggar
18. THE Confrontation
17. THE Jackoff
16. THE Bathroom
15. THE Joint
14. THE Let Down
13. THE Truce
12. THE Phone Call
11. THE Assistant
10. THE New Year
9. THE Payneful Reminder
8. THE Holiday Party
7. THE Zipper Incident
6. THE Cake
5. THE Incident
4. THE Paperwork
3. THE Letter
2. THE After Effects
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