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immediate apprehension melted away. He was a warm, friendly little man. He lead me down another hall perpendicular to the kitchen into another enormous room.
A gorgeous table sat in the middle of the room. Large chairs worthy of kings and queens lined the table, and one was pulled out, obviously for me. On the table was an assortment of foods awaiting me. Not an obscene amount, but much more than I could have eaten in one sitting. The bald man motioned me into a chair and bowed slightly. I sat down, feeling like I was in some sort of dream. He poured me a cup of coffee.
“Thank you so much,” I said.
“You’re very welcome,” he replied warmly. “If there is anything you need Miss Dubois, please do not hesitate to ask. I can have the chef cook up just about anything your heart desires if you so choose, so please don’t be shy about requests.” And with that, he disappeared from the dining room.
I poured a little milk into my coffee and drank it down quickly. It was hot down my throat, but felt good to drink. I drank an entire glass of water that was in front of me and I looked around at the assortment of food. I greedily filled the plate in front of me with delicious smelling chicken that was juicy and succulent with every bite. I practically inhaled a salad with beets and fine goat cheese that I chased with warm bread that made me groan with delight with every bite. The food was exquisite. It was almost as good as the sex. Almost.
My stomach full, I leaned back in my chair and exhaled, satisfied. I looked at the assortment of dirty dishes before me and a little bit of anxiety filled me when I did not know what to do. A pang of guilt hit me when I thought of simply leaving them. Then I remembered that Alexander had helpers. They were probably paid much more than the temps that worked in his building. Yet I had no idea how to call them. I felt too shy to simply yell out, so I stood up and looked around. The answer was simple then, I would deal with my own mess. I picked up all the dirty dishes and walked them down the long hall to the kitchen where I dumped them in the sink. I washed each one by hand and laid them next to the sink to dry.
From miles away in this Taj Mahal of condos I could hear Alexander walking around his room. He walked down the spiral stairs, dressed in a pair of tan slacks and a short sleeve button-up shirt. He wore no shoes or socks. I admired him for a moment. He looked relaxed, calm and at home in his condo. He looked over the clean dishes, smiled, and motioned me to come with him.
“Let’s sit in the living room, there’s a lot we need to talk about,” he said.
I walked into the open, spacious living room. Windows overlooked the city and I thought of his office. Staring out of the windows I could see the Strauss Engines building in the distance, standing huge among the tallest buildings that paled in comparison to its size. I turned back to Alexander, who sat on a large black leather couch, one of many that formed a large “u” shape in the living room. He watched me with an amused expression on his face. I sat down on the couch facing him. I closed my eyes briefly and paused to think about how crazy this whole situation was. It felt like years ago that I was simply a temp who was afraid of losing her job for mouthing off at the boss.
“You must have some questions about what just happened at the press conference,” he said. “I want you ask me everything you want to know.”
“I guess I just don’t really understand what is going on. I mean, a few days ago I was just a temp worker. I was a nobody in this company. Then, all of a sudden, I’m at a press conference with the CEO as his personal assistant. Why do you even need me?” I asked.
“I recognized something in you, this much I already told you. But there’s more. I need you to speak for me at certain business deals. I know I’m being watched.”
Alexander Strauss was being watched. I thought about it hard.
“I
A gorgeous table sat in the middle of the room. Large chairs worthy of kings and queens lined the table, and one was pulled out, obviously for me. On the table was an assortment of foods awaiting me. Not an obscene amount, but much more than I could have eaten in one sitting. The bald man motioned me into a chair and bowed slightly. I sat down, feeling like I was in some sort of dream. He poured me a cup of coffee.
“Thank you so much,” I said.
“You’re very welcome,” he replied warmly. “If there is anything you need Miss Dubois, please do not hesitate to ask. I can have the chef cook up just about anything your heart desires if you so choose, so please don’t be shy about requests.” And with that, he disappeared from the dining room.
I poured a little milk into my coffee and drank it down quickly. It was hot down my throat, but felt good to drink. I drank an entire glass of water that was in front of me and I looked around at the assortment of food. I greedily filled the plate in front of me with delicious smelling chicken that was juicy and succulent with every bite. I practically inhaled a salad with beets and fine goat cheese that I chased with warm bread that made me groan with delight with every bite. The food was exquisite. It was almost as good as the sex. Almost.
My stomach full, I leaned back in my chair and exhaled, satisfied. I looked at the assortment of dirty dishes before me and a little bit of anxiety filled me when I did not know what to do. A pang of guilt hit me when I thought of simply leaving them. Then I remembered that Alexander had helpers. They were probably paid much more than the temps that worked in his building. Yet I had no idea how to call them. I felt too shy to simply yell out, so I stood up and looked around. The answer was simple then, I would deal with my own mess. I picked up all the dirty dishes and walked them down the long hall to the kitchen where I dumped them in the sink. I washed each one by hand and laid them next to the sink to dry.
From miles away in this Taj Mahal of condos I could hear Alexander walking around his room. He walked down the spiral stairs, dressed in a pair of tan slacks and a short sleeve button-up shirt. He wore no shoes or socks. I admired him for a moment. He looked relaxed, calm and at home in his condo. He looked over the clean dishes, smiled, and motioned me to come with him.
“Let’s sit in the living room, there’s a lot we need to talk about,” he said.
I walked into the open, spacious living room. Windows overlooked the city and I thought of his office. Staring out of the windows I could see the Strauss Engines building in the distance, standing huge among the tallest buildings that paled in comparison to its size. I turned back to Alexander, who sat on a large black leather couch, one of many that formed a large “u” shape in the living room. He watched me with an amused expression on his face. I sat down on the couch facing him. I closed my eyes briefly and paused to think about how crazy this whole situation was. It felt like years ago that I was simply a temp who was afraid of losing her job for mouthing off at the boss.
“You must have some questions about what just happened at the press conference,” he said. “I want you ask me everything you want to know.”
“I guess I just don’t really understand what is going on. I mean, a few days ago I was just a temp worker. I was a nobody in this company. Then, all of a sudden, I’m at a press conference with the CEO as his personal assistant. Why do you even need me?” I asked.
“I recognized something in you, this much I already told you. But there’s more. I need you to speak for me at certain business deals. I know I’m being watched.”
Alexander Strauss was being watched. I thought about it hard.
“I
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