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Monday came soon. Too soon. I didn’t answer any text messages or email. It was that kind of weekend. I wanted to climb in bed and stay there and La Shanda didn’t disturb me. She knew I had something on her and if I had a big mouth like hers, I would have blabbed to the girls about her and that strange doctor.
I didn’t wait for La Shanda, I left early and had a peaceful morning during my ritual of buying coffee and a buttered roll and then take it in to work. I got in early just in case the new boss would come in to look around. I wanted him to see how well-organized I was, and maybe just maybe he would keep me, even if he got rid of the department I worked in.
Hurrying up to my office, I opened the door turned on my computer and got to work. It was eight a.m. At ten minutes after eight, I heard the elevator open and I heard voices. Just as I thought he was looking the place over and seeing where he could cut. My door was ajar and I heard two of the men talking to him.
They were telling him about where they could cut personnel and how the entire department was nothing but dead wood.
“Look Hunter,” one of the voices said. “We’ve tried to make this department efficient but there’s no way.” Did he say Hunter? Why am I remembering that name?
It’s not an unusual name and then the man named Hunter said, “I wasn’t sent here to get rid of positions or put people on the Dole.” The Dole. Who talks like that? And then it hit me. And I scrambled and hid under my desk when I heard them walking my way.
“Where’s my office,” he said with an English accent because that was Hunter from the bar. The same man who fucked me sideways, and up and down, and back and forward, in a toilet.
Hunter that insane incredible handsome magnificent married man who I saw Saturday getting out of a limo with his wife.
It dawned on me that I was fucked and I would lose my job. What man wants to fuck a woman in the toilet of a bar and then have her looking in his face every day reminding him how sleazy he was, and not to mention how sleazy the woman was for doing such a thing with him?
I was under my desk praying when they stopped in front of my door. “Whose office is this?”
“Your personal assistant. She will help you with the names of some of the employees. She gets out the newsletter and does media stuff for the company. She writes a blog for our company and she writes the advertisement copy for Face Book and Twitter, and all those other media platforms we have to be on to get the word out and bring in business. I don’t know what it is but she does it better than anyone. She got us over a million followers on each media platforms so we keep her. We hope she never finds out how valuable she is or we may have to give her a raise.”
I didn’t need to hear more. I planned to put in for my raise and then leave because I couldn’t face Hunter again. I watched the shoes pass and I knew right away which ones were Hunters. I had been more than acquainted with those expensive Italian shoes when I helped him put then on and walk out of that toilet.
The group kept walking and stopped at the end of the hall at two large wooden doors with gold handles. I never knew that office was occupied. It always seemed to be there but I never saw anyone go through those doors until now.
The doors closed behind them and I thought it was safe to get up off my knees. As I stood straightening up my skirt, I spotted La Shanda standing in front of my desk, wearing my shoes, hands on her hips and smirking.
“What’s with you?”
“I lost something.”
“I mean why did you leave me this morning?”
“When I left I didn’t want to disturb you. I knew you had a hard day.” I raised my eyebrows and La Shanda changed the subject.
“We’ve decided to move in together.”
“Who?”
“My doctor and I. Look I don’t have time to talk now.” She’s sprinted for the door.
“The CEO is here?” She stopped in her tracks and turned around. And walked slowly to my desk. Her brow furrowed.
“Did you see him? Is he old or young?”
“Young. Around twenty-seven or twenty eight. Not yet thirty I guess. Very young for a CEO.”
“Good. He’ll be so busy trying to fuck the women in this company and he won’t have time to do what he was sent here to do.”
“He’s married. And his name is Hunter.”
“Yes. Yes. Hunter Coleman. I got the memo Friday. Didn’t you read your email? Check your email,” she said turning to head back to the door. She stopped. “Where have I heard that name?”
“Friday. The English guy in the bar. The one...”
“You fucked in the ladies room. Oh shit this is getting good,” she said rubbing her hands together as if she was getting ready to eat her favorite sandwich or spread some gossip.
“This is fucked up,” I said with none of La Shanda’s enthusiasm. By this time everyone was milling about at the coffee machine and talking on their way back with a coffee mug in hand. Then my computer pinged and I had a new email in my box.
There will be a short meeting to introduce the new CEO of Brighten Industries, Mr. Hunter Coleman. Don’t bring anything with you, coffee donuts and danish will be provided at Ten a.m.
The secretary sent out the newsletter.
“I’m sitting in the back. Way in the back. I don’t want to meet his eyes,” I said to La Shanda. I’m too ashamed.”
“Not you. A girl who likes to play games with men’s affection,” La Shanda said twisting her mouth to the side.
“I don’t need this from you right now. A woman who spends her time looking at porno sites when she should be working shouldn’t criticize me. You were supposed to post something on Twitter Friday and you failed to do that.” My tone was rude.
“Friday is my day. I’ve busted my ass...” I glared at her ready to remind her that it wasn’t her ass she was busting. And we both knew who it was—an ugly short version of Dr. Mc Dreamy.
“Oh no you’re not going there. You get paid to be my assistant. Remember I was the one who recommended you for this position.”
“Don’t take your frustrations out on me because he’s married.” Maybe she was right. Maybe I was upset that Hunter was married. But he could have said something to me, I thought. Would that have made a difference when he was eating my pussy? I think not.