Aria found a job a day after quitting. It took me a month to gain employment, which in this economy is great if I am going to be honest. I got a call from the large bank, RT Mitchell, last week that I got the position I interviewed for a few days prior as Executive Assistant for their CFO. They even have an in-house development program similar to Mimir and the salary is much better. While I don’t understand much about finance I know I can gain some valuable skills that may transfer if I don’t want to end up with the company.
Today is my second Monday of my new job. The CFO, Gregory Mitchell III seems like a nice man, if not a bit anti-social. He’s in his mid-forties and handsome but extremely shy and never looks me in the eye. Also, he has a weird rule about all women with long hair having their hair up in a bun. I think it’s an OCD thing or something. I’m not sure, but he does have some odd ticks like that.
I have met a few of the other assistants who seem nice. Oh, who am I kidding, they are boring. No hot looking execs like the Mimir brothers and especially Mr. Payne or cool women like Evaleen. I never thought I would say this, but I even miss Grace, the Mimir receptionist, despite her stalker like personality.
Mr. Payne kept me on my toes and challenged me. He allowed me to get to know the people and see different facets of the company. Mr. Mitchell has me scrutinize the bullet points in his PowerPoint presentations. Not the arguments he is making in the slides, but the actual bullet points. We spent twenty minutes yesterday deciding if he should use circles or squares or arrows for the points.
Today should be a lot better. I am to sit in on my first client meeting. Yes, that’s how boring this job is that a client meeting where I sit and take notes is the highlight of my week.
Mr. Mitchell’s door opens and he turns to me.
“Are you prepared for the meeting Ms. Drake?”
I stand and grab the backup drive and my laptop.
“Of course Mr. Mitchell.”
“Very good. Shall we?”
He waves his arm and takes off. I watch as his untailored brown suit quickly maneuvers down the white walled hall and past the plain tan cubicles. Mr. Mitchell is a fast walker. It’s not the easiest thing to try and keep up with him in heels. He turns the corner and disappears into a door in the wall. As I enter I notice a large room with some framed motivational posters dotting the wall, a large golden colored wood conference table surrounded by black chairs and a white screen at the end of the room.
“Where is everyone Mr. Mitchell?”
He runs about the room hooking up his laptop to the projector and adjusting everything to his exact specifications. Seriously, I think the man is on medication, at least, I hope.
“We are a few minutes early. I want to run things by you. Jennifer, the receptionist, is in charge of assisting with refreshments, but if she fails in her duties it is up to you Ms. Drake to take over. Do you think you can handle that?”
Oh god the man is serious. I want to roll my eyes so bad right now.
“Yes Mr. Mitchell I can handle getting anyone coffee or tea or whatever they want. I am acquainted to where the kitchen is located.”
He blows a breath out in relief.
“Good. We don’t want to make a bad impression.”
I walk over and take my seat next to him placing the computer down. We have our backs to the door and hear some voices flowing inside. I turn to see Mr. Hutchins and Mrs. Colleen strolling in chatting then nod in our direction and take a seat. They are the lawyers of the company. This must be a big client if the lawyers are present. Mr. Mitchell has yet to inform me what client we are meeting with. Every time I ask he rubs his hands together and becomes giddy then taps the side of his nose with his finger.
A few more people file in that I don’t recognize. Suddenly I hear a buzz. There is a black phone in the middle of the table and Mr. Hutchins picks up, says a few things and then hangs up.
“They are here. Just got off the elevator.” He announces.
The entire group gets up and crowds the door. I am half expecting the President of the United States to walk in the way everyone is acting. I decide to remain seated knowing I am not needed to shake hands. There are a lot of ‘welcome’ and ‘glad you could be here’ being thrown about. The crowd shifts and breaks up. I go about making myself busy shuffling papers Mr. Mitchell brought and double checking the laptop.
“Glad to be here. We are excited to see what you have planned for us.”
My heart drops and skids across the floor at the sound of the voice. I start to break out into a sweat and notice my hands are shaking. My gaze travels up to meet a pair of cool blue eyes staring at me. Mr. Payne.
I see Jacob Mimir’s face light up with a huge grin. He pushes through the crowd to me. I stand and wipe my hands on my skirt to hold out my hand. Suddenly, I am being crushed by his famous bear hug.
“You are like family Morgana. None of this shaking hands business. I need a hug.”
I can feel my bun becoming loose and my glasses getting smashed. When he finally lets go another person grabs me and surrounds me with their arms. His assistant Kara has me captive. I pull away and smile while trying to straighten my face.
“Oh Morgana, it hasn’t been the same since you left.”
I give a timid smirk figuring they already know the reason for my departure from the company. Kara, a petit brunette with the grip of a linebacker, yanks me to the back of the room and away from everyone.
“I am sorry you left Morgana. Did Mr. Payne finally drive you away with his ranting?”
Kara’s hushed tone and concerned expression causes me to gasp. She doesn’t know? I thought for sure Mr. Mimir would have told her something. Perhaps he felt it necessary to keep it secret. That makes sense. Don’t want to ruin Mr. Payne’s career. Yeah, I thought that too. Look what it got me, an OCD boss who isn’t confident in my abilities to get a person coffee.
“Something like that. Anyway Kara it’s good to see you. How are John and Evaleen?”
Haven’t talked to Evaleen, though Aria has. She wants us to have the SWIM meets but I think it’s weird seeing she is the one that fired me.
Kara informs me of all the gossip since I left as we walk back to the conference table and everyone takes their seat. Mr. Payne is sitting directly across from me. Of course.
Just to his right is a young and stunning red head. She keeps smiling up at him and I realize this is his new assistant. Has a thing for red heads does he?
My heart won’t stop trying to crack open my rib cage to leap out of my chest. “Well, she looks pretty but she can’t be half as proficient as you Morgana.” My Brain chooses right now to give me her assessment of the new assistant. “Thank you Brain but I just want to move forward, not focus on Mr. Payne or my past in any way.” Brain nods at me and gives me squiggly thumbs up. “Very wise Morgana, I concur. If you need me I am here.” I nod and try to look busy.
Brain and I made up about a week after I was fired. I think she just felt sorry for me and perhaps a little panicked as I didn’t have a job. She knew she was needed to get a paycheck.
“Where is Jennifer with the coffee? Ms. Drake you will have to rectify this.” Mr. Mitchell whispers in my ear.
Sighing, I get up and make my way to the kitchen. There is a cart with all the coffee, tea and assorted beverages but no Jennifer. I grab it and wheel it into the conference room which is now dark for the slide show Mr. Mitchell is presenting. I have to say he may be anti-social but when he gives a presentation he seems to command the room.
I went about like an airline stewardess taking requests and filling them with liquid refreshments as quietly as possible. As I approach Mr. Payne and his new assistant they are having a conversation.
“Ms. Herald I need those Denton files. I can’t find them where you said they would be.” Mr. Payne’s irritated whisper voice is talking to her.
They are both trying to use Mr. Payne’s laptop to click open windows. She seems like a deer caught in headlights and I begin to feel sorry for her. She isn’t used to Mr. Payne’s moods yet. I tap Mr. Payne on the shoulder and clear my throat. He looks up and for a brief second a warm smile flashes before it is masked with his usual glare.
“Yes Ms. Drake?”
“May I Mr. Payne?” I point to the computer and he nods. Leaning over I click a few times and up pops the Denton file.
“Is this what you were looking for?” I straighten looking down at him.
He glances at the computer and back at me.
“Yes Ms. Drake. Helpful as always.” He smirks as his eyes dip to my chest and then back up.
Suddenly, I feel a hand crawling up my skirt and squeeze my thigh.
Find out what happens next in THE Meeting
Missed the previous post, then check out THE Disagreement
Get Rules of Payne HERE to get Morgana's and Henrik's whole story.
This blog is 18+ years age appropriate only!
Payne Posts Menu
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
1. THE Interview