C8

“Is seriously?

Dalton stood up, buttoning a button on his jacket.

“That's how it is. Tell Vicky to take you to one of the cubicles and bring you up to date. Even though you'll be on probation for a week, we'll pay you “he walked around the desk, walking towards me” Now I have a meeting, very important people are waiting for me, America “Dalton positioned himself in front of me . I insist, this man smelled very good”It will take a while for you to start working for the position you applied for.

“How? I frowned.

"Like I told you: you'll have a trial week." Vicky has a lot of work so I want you to take care of me.

He didn't understand a thing Dalton was saying.

“I don't understand.

"Whenever I need something, I'll call you." He winked at me before turning around and leaving the office.

What has happened? I went out after him in search of Vicky, I found her in the corridor with some folders in her hand.

"America, how did it go ?"

"Well, I have a trial week. He told me to give me a cubicle and other instructions that I didn't understand.

"Yes, I can imagine which ones," he murmured under his breath.

“What?

"Nothing, come with me." He led me to another larger room. Almost all the workers of this plant were there. There were many cubicles together. The lights on the ceiling were white. My shirt was drying little by little. “Your place will be this, near Mr. Dalton's office. Anything you need you know where to find me. He showed me an empty cubicle. Most of the workers stared at me as if wondering who I was. I watched some women whisper. That made me a little uncomfortable. “Dalton, I mean, Mr. Dalton usually always comes before everyone else. Half an hour earlier. So you'll have to come before him in order to tidy up his office, bring the newspaper and have his coffee ready.

I frowned trying to understand the situation.

"It's just a test," Vicky tells me, shrugging her shoulders. "It usually happens, so don't worry, just show him that you're capable of anything."

There was a buzz in the place, cell phones ringing around here, guys chatting in a corner. There was another one using his work computer to play some weird game. I put my bag down on the small desk and sat in the swivel chair. They were comfortable but I was always afraid of falling in one of these.

“I'll leave you these papers “he puts around ten blue folders on my desk” When everyone enters the meeting room “he pointed to a black door at the end of the corridor” After two minutes you come in and put the folders in the table in front of each person. You silent, you enter, do what I told you and leave without saying anything.

I was dying of nerves, why would they let me do this to me ? I bit my lower lip because I had some stage fright. That is, entering a meeting where everyone is silent and being the center of attention. Besides that my dress was not at all appropriate.

"Vicky, what if I do everything wrong?"

"Don't worry, you'll just do that. It's something simple. Mr. Dalton is already in the boardroom waiting for the partners. They are not long in coming.

I cleared my throat, taking a deep breath to calm myself down.

You can, America, you can.

“So when the ten people come in, two minutes later I come in and leave the folders on the table.

“That's how it is. Mr. Dalton seldom asks for a drink. Let's hope today isn't one of those times because I don't think you know Mr. Morgan's tastes.

“Obviously not.

"He prefers whiskey more than anything," a man tells me from the neighboring cubicle. "It's a small bottle with a brown print in the center."

“Could be, but sometimes he prefers other things. Vicky interrupts him.

"I'm Paul." The man in his early thirties holds out his hand. It looks friendly.

"America," I held out my hand as well.

"They're coming..." Vicky touched my shoulder.

God, what nerves.

In the distance I noticed the elevator doors open, many men in suits came out of them, they were almost leaving in a row. Maybe I counted about eight. Most were older now, but there was one who was young, perhaps Dalton's age, not too bad. But two women came out last, one was short and quite old. Maybe thirty”five years there. And another was much younger and prettier. Tall, long legs, blonde, blue eyes. She looked like a magazine model.

They all passed by our side with airs of grandeur, without even turning to see us. And they all entered the meeting room.

"It can't be, Sabrina came," Vicky complained.

"Sabrina, the witch?" “he escaped me.

Paul laughed.

"There will be trouble." He set his lips in a single line. It was a gesture that I did not understand the truth.

“Sabrina is Mr. Morgan's ex”girlfriend and the truth is that she is a super bad person with everyone. She is the daughter of one of the most important investors in the company. So that's why the big thing is believed.

"Don't be intimidated, America," Paul encouraged me.

"You'll have to go in now," Vicky tells me.

"I can't," I admitted.

" America, will you be able to be here then?"

They both looked at me waiting for an answer, I felt capable but I didn't dare. My hands were shaking and even started to sweat. Vicky noticed, so she put her hands over mine to try to stop the tremor.

“I know that the first day can be hard, but it starts for a reason. You'll get used to it later." He smirked at me. It was a warm smile. He gave me peace and confidence.

"Okay." I stood up, taking a deep breath. "I'll go." I took all the folders and walked towards the meeting room. I really felt badly dressed. I opened the door with some difficulty and went inside.

"...We can't go on like this, Dalton, your father left us everything to get this company off the ground," I heard one of the men say. When I entered, the eyes of Dalton and most of them went to me . I knew I would be the center of attention, I hated it. But almost in seconds they returned to their own. Which I appreciated. I started putting each folder in front of each person at the table, including that chick named Sabrina the witch. When I got to Dalton's and put the last folder in front of him, he whispered something to me:

“Button up your shirt, America.

I looked at him without understanding, he just pointed at my breasts. As I was bent over, in front of a bunch of men, my breasts were almost exposed, so I quickly got back up and buttoned up my buttons. God, they had seen me. What a shame. These things only happen to me. I was about to leave the room but a voice interrupted me:

“Sorry? It was Sabrina's voice.

“ Yes ? I was glad my voice sounded stiff.

"Get me a bottle of still water, please."

"Sure." In the same boardroom, Dalton had his own bar. In one corner was the shelf with liquor and all that. There were also several bottles of water nearby, for situations like these. I took the bottle of still water and put it in front of Sabrina.

"America, stay and write down the important stuff," Dalton tells me, making me stop again.

I looked at him with a face of what's wrong with you? Because he had nowhere to write, he pointed to the little table in the corner. There was a notebook and a pencil. I gave her a forced smile as I grabbed my pad and pencil and stood near the door to jot down things I had no idea about.

I was practically a mess.

By the end of the meeting, my feet were sore from standing in heels. They all shook hands with Dalton and left. Except Sabrina. She walked over to Dalton and sat on his lap. I only dedicated myself to taking the folders to take them to Vicky and to be able to leave everything organized here.

"Dalton, my father won't be home today," the witch was saying, I mean, Sabrina. Why did I feel bad? If you didn't even know her. Also, Dalton seemed bored with her, I could tell from an expression he made.

"I have dinner with my father," he replies.

" Ow , seriously?" Do you want me to go with you?

"It's family dinner, Sabrina," he answered. Ouch, that must have hurt. Basically I was satisfied with his answer.

"Sure." Sabrina stood up grabbing her bag. "See you later, Dalton." She turned and walked out of the room swaying her hips.

I took the last folder and prepared to leave.

"America," he called, so I turned around.

“ Yes ?

"Come here, sit down." He patted the chair next to him.

I approached with some stealth, put the folders on the table and sat down.

"Did you write down what I told you?"

"Sure." I took the notebook and showed it to him.

He read, it had taken me about three pages.

“I see that you wrote down the important things as I told you. I like it. “He left the notebook on the table” I noticed you nervous.

"Well, it's just that I... I don't like being around a lot of people." Being the center of attention.” I looked down.

“If you want to work in this company you have to fight that, America, do you think you can? If not... then you won't be able to continue here.

I looked at him immediately, what did he mean by that? God, was I going to run? It hadn't even lasted a day.

"No, I'll fix it." It won't happen again, Dalton... I mean, Mr. Morgan.

The attributions that I take.

I felt his gaze dart over me from head to toe.

“It's okay. Today I will have dinner with my father, you have to accompany me.

“What?

“That's how it is. It's work, so I want you to go with me “he stood up so I did too” Wear something elegant please, I'll pick you up at eight “he left the office without another word. I stayed there, trying to assimilate what he told me.

Dinner with your father? At 8? Something fancy? I took the folders and left the meeting room. Apparently Mr. Morgan wanted to keep me with him, the question was why?