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Authors: M. M. Koenig
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the hallway toward a ginormous office that encompassed the entire back wall on that side of the office. We stopped short of the doors where she knocked and waited for permission to enter.
"Yes, come in Isabella. I can't believe you kept Mia waiting," Harrison shouted.
She opened the large wooden door indicating for me to move forward. He was behind his desk multitasking. I walked through the doorway to take in his office. The wall across from me was one large window. The view was breathtaking as it displayed the heart of downtown. The rest of his office was what you would expect of any high class executive. His glass desk was in front of the window. All of his furniture was modern and sophisticated. To me, it projected haughtiness but that probably had more to do with my distrust for the man.
On my way to his desk, I noted the many accolades. He was beyond well respected in the industry. Photographs lined the walls with him posing with many of the biggest names in TV, film, politics, and moguls around the world. I took a seat in the leather chair in front of his desk pulling my resume from my purse. Harrison smiled taking it to scan over. He nodded before sliding the contract my way.
"Here's what you asked for Mia. You can take a few minutes to read it," Harrison directed.
I read it verbatim. As long as I got enough information for him to print what he wanted to for this piece, the job was mine. I reread it several times to confirm that there was no escape clause. I should be more concerned about the significance of this piece but I wasn't. I needed this change. I signed the dotted line and slid it over to him. He smiled signing in his spot before handing it back to me.
I raised my eyebrows with suspicion. "Don't you want a copy for your records?"
He gave me a dismissive wave of the hand. "I don't need a copy Mia. I've done this for your peace of mind. I don't go back on my word. You wanted something in writing. My lawyer has a copy of it."
"He doesn't have a signed copy. Isn't that what makes it binding?"
Harrison huffed. "It's clear you trust no one which is why you're perfect for what I need you to do. You won't allow yourself to get too close. I'm not here to hustle you. You'll get the position. I say that in confidence because I know you have what it takes to get me the information I need."
"I'll let you know if I hear from them and we'll go from there," I said evenly.
"Once hired, we'll set a schedule to check in with each other," he instructed.
Harrison got up going towards his fax machine with my resume in hand. He dialed in the number and sent it off. His unconcerned expression had me on edge. This guy was difficult to read and it bothered me. I took a sluggish breath still unsure of him. He really was a charmer. I rose from my seat to head for the door. Harrison met me at the door for a parting handshake. His hand gripped mine while his mouth morphed into an arrogant smile. Prior to leaving, I plastered on a fake grin to give him the satisfaction that I somewhat trusted him.
~
A couple of days later, my cell phone rang and it was F. F. Sweeney & Company showing an interest in me. I took the first time slot they had open and set the interview for Thursday morning. Bri helped me piece together an elegant outfit. We coupled my gray pencil skirt with a black pleated sleeveless shirt. She assured me it looked professional enough. Bri dolled me up again and I left the house that morning embracing my new path.
I could get to my old neighborhood with my eyes closed and stumbling drunk so I was on autopilot on my commute down there. The office I was heading for was impossible to miss. It was the most prominent building in a crumbling community. I parked my car in the back of their lot. On my way towards the building, I tried to ease my jittery nerves. After being buzzed inside, I confirmed my appointment with the receptionist. Ten minutes later she appeared in the lobby and raised a finger for me to proceed
"Yes, come in Isabella. I can't believe you kept Mia waiting," Harrison shouted.
She opened the large wooden door indicating for me to move forward. He was behind his desk multitasking. I walked through the doorway to take in his office. The wall across from me was one large window. The view was breathtaking as it displayed the heart of downtown. The rest of his office was what you would expect of any high class executive. His glass desk was in front of the window. All of his furniture was modern and sophisticated. To me, it projected haughtiness but that probably had more to do with my distrust for the man.
On my way to his desk, I noted the many accolades. He was beyond well respected in the industry. Photographs lined the walls with him posing with many of the biggest names in TV, film, politics, and moguls around the world. I took a seat in the leather chair in front of his desk pulling my resume from my purse. Harrison smiled taking it to scan over. He nodded before sliding the contract my way.
"Here's what you asked for Mia. You can take a few minutes to read it," Harrison directed.
I read it verbatim. As long as I got enough information for him to print what he wanted to for this piece, the job was mine. I reread it several times to confirm that there was no escape clause. I should be more concerned about the significance of this piece but I wasn't. I needed this change. I signed the dotted line and slid it over to him. He smiled signing in his spot before handing it back to me.
I raised my eyebrows with suspicion. "Don't you want a copy for your records?"
He gave me a dismissive wave of the hand. "I don't need a copy Mia. I've done this for your peace of mind. I don't go back on my word. You wanted something in writing. My lawyer has a copy of it."
"He doesn't have a signed copy. Isn't that what makes it binding?"
Harrison huffed. "It's clear you trust no one which is why you're perfect for what I need you to do. You won't allow yourself to get too close. I'm not here to hustle you. You'll get the position. I say that in confidence because I know you have what it takes to get me the information I need."
"I'll let you know if I hear from them and we'll go from there," I said evenly.
"Once hired, we'll set a schedule to check in with each other," he instructed.
Harrison got up going towards his fax machine with my resume in hand. He dialed in the number and sent it off. His unconcerned expression had me on edge. This guy was difficult to read and it bothered me. I took a sluggish breath still unsure of him. He really was a charmer. I rose from my seat to head for the door. Harrison met me at the door for a parting handshake. His hand gripped mine while his mouth morphed into an arrogant smile. Prior to leaving, I plastered on a fake grin to give him the satisfaction that I somewhat trusted him.
~
A couple of days later, my cell phone rang and it was F. F. Sweeney & Company showing an interest in me. I took the first time slot they had open and set the interview for Thursday morning. Bri helped me piece together an elegant outfit. We coupled my gray pencil skirt with a black pleated sleeveless shirt. She assured me it looked professional enough. Bri dolled me up again and I left the house that morning embracing my new path.
I could get to my old neighborhood with my eyes closed and stumbling drunk so I was on autopilot on my commute down there. The office I was heading for was impossible to miss. It was the most prominent building in a crumbling community. I parked my car in the back of their lot. On my way towards the building, I tried to ease my jittery nerves. After being buzzed inside, I confirmed my appointment with the receptionist. Ten minutes later she appeared in the lobby and raised a finger for me to proceed
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