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inbox. She nearly peed herself.
It was from Sean.
He must not have realized he wasn’t
supposed to respond to her last email, and was now trying to glean some more of
her private info while the vault was open. When her eyes skimmed lower, her
heart froze. Even worse still.
Dear Krista,
I received your email from the main
Sales email account. In future, please contact me directly with any questions
about this presentation.
Attached you will find specific
parameters and demographics I would like to encompass within this presentation.
If you have any problems with the guidelines, please notify me immediately. I
am excited to be working with you on this campaign.
Best regards,
Sean McAdams
Before she could open the
attachment, she got another email.
Dear Krista,
On hindsight, I am not sure how
thorough James was about protocol for getting a presentation approved. He will
need to sign off on any final content. He will then forward it to Sales for our
viewing pleasure, but will not give us time to work with the Researcher on
format.
As a special favor to me, I
wondered if you might send me a copy of your presentation when you send it to
him? I can then have more time to look it over. I would greatly appreciate it.
Thanks a million!
-Sean
She couldn’t help but notice how
formal the first email was, and how loose the second was. It was like he sent
the first email without looking at who the researcher was, then realized it was
her and tried to use his influence to call out a favor. If he didn’t use her
name in the first email, she would have paid it no more mind. As it was, it
seemed like there was a tiny bit of manipulation going on.
On the other hand, Sean could help,
whereas Mr. Montgomery wouldn’t. Being that Sean was the best salesman in the
company, his critical eye was as good as getting a private lesson directly from
the teacher. She just had to make sure he was always out in public, and
therefore responsible for his actions. She really didn’t want her first real
presentation marred by a sexual harassment suit. Or a kick to the groin.
~*~*~*~
Four full work days of complete
focus later, Krista sat back and looked at her finished report. She’d done two
edits and two final checks, and now it was ready to be sent.
The presentation wasn’t for another
two weeks, so she didn’t have to work so diligently, but she had little else to
do and a lot she didn’t want to think about—like the latest date and his love
of birds--so she worked on it almost exclusively. She wasn’t hammering it out
like normal, either. She took her time, learned the software, did some
Photoshop, and tinkered with the visuals. She wanted it to pass her personal
inspection before it went out to the powers that be. And she had exacting
standards.
In the end, despite her aversions
to Sean, she did care what he thought. Obviously he was doing something right
in his professional career to be where he was. Logically, she should listen to
his every word so some of his success might rub off.
In truth, though, she wanted to
stand out. She wanted to prove she was better than the sleaze-buckets he took
home. That she was worth something, that she was more than just tits and ass.
She wanted respect, damn it. R-E-S-P-E-C-T!
I’m dumb.
When she was finished, she paused
in her fifth rendition of Aretha Franklin’s song. To help Sean, or not to help
Sean. The power was in her hands.
Who was she kidding? Sometimes she
was bitchy, but overall she wasn’t a bitch. Or spiteful.
Hi Sean,
Per your request, here is a copy of
my presentation. It was sent to Mr. Montgomery earlier today. I would
appreciate it if you didn’t mention that I sent it to you directly—he gets
touchy about that sort of thing.
Any feedback you could give would
be greatly appreciated.
Thanks for your time.
Krista
Faster than a flash, she received
back:
Dear Krista,
Understood.
-Sean
She stared at the screen for a
minute, looked away, and then looked back
It was from Sean.
He must not have realized he wasn’t
supposed to respond to her last email, and was now trying to glean some more of
her private info while the vault was open. When her eyes skimmed lower, her
heart froze. Even worse still.
Dear Krista,
I received your email from the main
Sales email account. In future, please contact me directly with any questions
about this presentation.
Attached you will find specific
parameters and demographics I would like to encompass within this presentation.
If you have any problems with the guidelines, please notify me immediately. I
am excited to be working with you on this campaign.
Best regards,
Sean McAdams
Before she could open the
attachment, she got another email.
Dear Krista,
On hindsight, I am not sure how
thorough James was about protocol for getting a presentation approved. He will
need to sign off on any final content. He will then forward it to Sales for our
viewing pleasure, but will not give us time to work with the Researcher on
format.
As a special favor to me, I
wondered if you might send me a copy of your presentation when you send it to
him? I can then have more time to look it over. I would greatly appreciate it.
Thanks a million!
-Sean
She couldn’t help but notice how
formal the first email was, and how loose the second was. It was like he sent
the first email without looking at who the researcher was, then realized it was
her and tried to use his influence to call out a favor. If he didn’t use her
name in the first email, she would have paid it no more mind. As it was, it
seemed like there was a tiny bit of manipulation going on.
On the other hand, Sean could help,
whereas Mr. Montgomery wouldn’t. Being that Sean was the best salesman in the
company, his critical eye was as good as getting a private lesson directly from
the teacher. She just had to make sure he was always out in public, and
therefore responsible for his actions. She really didn’t want her first real
presentation marred by a sexual harassment suit. Or a kick to the groin.
~*~*~*~
Four full work days of complete
focus later, Krista sat back and looked at her finished report. She’d done two
edits and two final checks, and now it was ready to be sent.
The presentation wasn’t for another
two weeks, so she didn’t have to work so diligently, but she had little else to
do and a lot she didn’t want to think about—like the latest date and his love
of birds--so she worked on it almost exclusively. She wasn’t hammering it out
like normal, either. She took her time, learned the software, did some
Photoshop, and tinkered with the visuals. She wanted it to pass her personal
inspection before it went out to the powers that be. And she had exacting
standards.
In the end, despite her aversions
to Sean, she did care what he thought. Obviously he was doing something right
in his professional career to be where he was. Logically, she should listen to
his every word so some of his success might rub off.
In truth, though, she wanted to
stand out. She wanted to prove she was better than the sleaze-buckets he took
home. That she was worth something, that she was more than just tits and ass.
She wanted respect, damn it. R-E-S-P-E-C-T!
I’m dumb.
When she was finished, she paused
in her fifth rendition of Aretha Franklin’s song. To help Sean, or not to help
Sean. The power was in her hands.
Who was she kidding? Sometimes she
was bitchy, but overall she wasn’t a bitch. Or spiteful.
Hi Sean,
Per your request, here is a copy of
my presentation. It was sent to Mr. Montgomery earlier today. I would
appreciate it if you didn’t mention that I sent it to you directly—he gets
touchy about that sort of thing.
Any feedback you could give would
be greatly appreciated.
Thanks for your time.
Krista
Faster than a flash, she received
back:
Dear Krista,
Understood.
-Sean
She stared at the screen for a
minute, looked away, and then looked back
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