Being the secretary is so much fun. I'm going to do this, I'm going to do that, Mr. Scott, can I do this?... I'm going to take that naughty grin as a yes.So much fun.Today, Wednesday, I'm click clacking down the corridors with a cluster of folders held in my arms. I've written out the minutes of the week and it's truly putting Ms. Bailey's magnificent workload in perspective. In three minutes, the board room with be filled with investors and advisors and I'm to take them up to the top level, make them comfortable and then note down the meeting. Five minutes after that, printing is finished on floor seven which I take down to Ms. Jones on floor six, ten minutes after that I'm reviewing Mr. Scott's personal notes from the board meeting and logging them. My day only escalates from there on.In amongst my adaption to the new workstyle, the remnants of Mr. Scott's workday constantly catch me by surprise. As I write up his schedule, his workload shows to be incredibly complicated and for
I'm standing at the elevators with my arms crossed, glaring at my dad who's trying to smooth talk his way up to the top story. He's dressed smart and stands with impeccable posture. If I was one of those receptionists, I wouldn't be able to tell him apart from one of the investors. I watch to see what they'll do.Dad smiles at something one of them says, but ultimately is asked to leave a message and sit down. His face drops and he tries to push it but is quickly shut down. I smile, well done ladies.I straighten up as I walk to him.I clear my throat, as I meet his shoes, "... Dad.", I startHis eyes snap up to me and quickly he rises off his chair. Dad doesn't like to be beneath people."Aurora.", Dad greets, crossing his arms like I'm in trouble.I hold his eye and tightly smile to him. Caution slithers around me and I tense, "What can I help you with?", I ask, waiting for him to blink.Dad furrows his brow, and he tastes the words in his mouth. I'm guessing they taste sweet to him
"Hey.", I happily chant as I sit down at my Friday dinner group.The girls all beam at me and coo at my dress, purposely making me blush."You look so good tonight, Aurora.", Eva squeals, taking my hands."Yea, you're glowing.", Daisy giggles with a wink.Helly and I chuckle, and I thank them.Tonight, we've organised a 'just girls' dinner. It's a strict 'no boys allowed' event. I find it amusing. In the months before I'd met Kevin, I would've scoffed at the need for such a dinner, assured that there'd be no unnecessary men in my life, but now I pretend to enjoy it as I miss Kevin.Still, it's nice to spend time with my friends. I've missed our unrestricted chats."So, how are things with Richie?", Helly knowingly questions, holding her drink just below her nose."Ugh, he's great.", Eva dreamily sighs. I grin. She's in the same predicament as I am. I glance to the bottom of my glass with a gentle smile."And how's Mr. Scott?", Daisy teases, tapping my hand rapidly.I can't hide the bi
I'm going to have to quit. I can't work. I can't focus. I can't do anything. It's been two weeks since I've tried to speak to Kevin- I mean Mr. Scott, about Mr. Menni, but like Kevin- Mr. Scott suggested a while ago, I've been locked up in his office and it's stopped me from saying anything. It's got its cons. I constantly leave dishevelled and unhappy that I'm behind schedule, Kevin seems... unbothered to say the least."Jump.", Kevin says against my lips.He lifts me up and stalks to the wall, my hands in his hair, his wrapped so tight around my waist that my back aches.We're both breathing heavy, and he's got a layer of dew lining his skin. I've given up on caring about the leopard prints he marks me with, so when he leans down again, I, like malleable clay in his hands, lean back and let him go.He chuckles against my skin, "Good girl." He laughs, before continuing.We dance for an unknowable amount of time, his hands up my back, my legs around his waist. I doubt we'll be working
Mr. Menni is going down.... After I get Kevin to listen.I'm shielded by the door, not listening to him as he beckons me over like a siren."No. Listen.", I chuckle, pointing a firm finger at him. This is a new Monday and I'm going to start it correctly.He laughs and leans back on his arms. He's flexing."It's not working, sorry.", I flatly say with a click of my tongue, and I turn to my laptop as he laughs, "Okay, so let's discuss- ""I'm not discussing anything until you come over here.", Kevin purrs.I glare at him. My plan was to slide in the information slowly, eventually rounding around to my involvement with the Menni case.But I guess that's not working."Let me help with Mr. Menni.", I deadpan.Kevin's easy-going smile dissipates, and he holds my eye."Finally.", I sigh, taking a step closer to him now that he's on edge. It needed to be done, "Look,", I start, placing my computer in front of him, "These are Mr. Menni's associates.", I gesture to a list, and his eyes flick o
I've got my high heels on, I've got my favourite leather bag, and I'm clacking into Beetle Ports Co early Wednesday morning.I've got my pass in hand, and I'm hoping it still works on the elevators.I skip the public line and stride into Kevin's private elevator, catching some glances as I do. I stare back until they drop their gazes. When the card scanner turns green, I know I'm in and start to shoot straight up to the top floor. It's been three and a half weeks since Kevin and I have even looked at each other and whether he wants to or not, I'm restarting the cycle. I must tell him what I've found. When I arrive at the top story, I strut down the hall to his front door and straighten up before I knock.He calls out for me to come in, obviously thinking I'm someone else. My eyes shut momentarily at the sound of his voice and my resolve falters. I hold my heart. He's in there... What am I doing-Go.I open the door and walk in without a word, and he doesn't lift his eyes off his paper
"Okay... So, guess who my uncle is working for."Kevin snaps to attention, pausing his kiss on my palm. It's Friday morning and we're together in his office."Who?", he asks, his breath tickling my hand.Quickly, I yank to retrieve it, but he's latched on and shakes his head with a smirk. He runs a lazy finger over my palm to tickle it further.I struggle to close my hand as Kevin jams it open."Stop that!", I hiss, climbing off his lap to pull my hand away."You get back here.", He laughs, reaching for me."No.", I say, finally freeing my hand. I whip to him from a distance and hold a finger out, "You have to listen to me."He rolls his eyes and silences to listen."Okay, so. My uncle can't help himself, he's a questionable man... You know who else is questionable?", I ask, pausing for effect as I retrieve my laptop.At my pause, Kevin chuckles, "Who?""Mr. Menni.", I say with a big, dangerous smile creeping up my face. Kevin's face falls slightly, "Now, let me tell you. My uncle, wh
"The third venue is the best Ro.", Eva says over the call, her hands uncharacteristically direct to the picture on her screen."You're kidding. No. The second is the best. Look at the lighting! Imagine the pictures you could get!", Helly argues, Eva's words apparently offensive.Daisy's staring away from the call to her TV with a bucket of buttery popcorn in one hand, her third energy drink in the other. Her eyes are glued to some random cartoon, and I frown. How is she even alive?I sigh and glance back to the girls who are bickering, "And the first?", I ask.Eva slightly tilts her head as she flicks to the other venue I sent her, "I mean... It's okay... Do you like it?"I don't have much of an opinion on that one, I can't decide, so I shimmy my hand in response.Eva nods, like that was what she thought as well.Helly leans over her phone camera with a hand on her chin, "Which one is Mr. Scott's favourite?", She cheekily asks.Despite not wanting to, I blush and shake my head with a