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EPOV
"Excuse me Mr. Cullen, but you have and appointment in 15 minutes and you really must get going. Mr. Black won't wait for you." Says Tanya, with her hands on her hands on her hips tapping her toe.
Tanya is one of the executive assistants here at Cullen Corp and very bossy. But she does keep me in line when the time calls. My own assistant has quit to which she says I'm unmanageable and snappy and have no manner and expect too much from her.
"Dammit Tanya, must you just barge into my office like that. I'm quite aware of my meeting! I'm just getting the last of what I need." I say as I rifle through my papers on my desk looking for a specific file.
"Oh Edward, you can be too dramatic sometimes, you never complain at the end of the workday when everyone's gone home and I 'just barge into your office,' really this needs to stop, you trying to act like I mean nothing. Did I do something wrong? Why are you always hot and cold."She says as she stalks away leaving me in a huff and fuming at the assumption that she could ever be anything than a fling.
"Ok ok…. I need to find that file and…oh here it is! Yes! ok 15 min 15 min." I say as I grumble getting my laptop and carrying case.
Oh I need to remind Tanya about the interviews. I pick up the phone and dial the extention that connects me to Tanya.
"What Edward, what now." She says with a large sigh.
"Tanya, at work I'm to be addressed as Mr. Cullen please. Don't forget who owns the company." I pause and try to get my wits together and not verbally bash her. So what if I made out with her and felt her up a couple of times. I was in need of some action. She was simply in the right place at the right time.
"Tanya, I don't have time for this please. Can you not forget to get together the interviews? I don't have time to do it myself so I'm going to need you to do the interviews for me. I'm too busy right now and I need someone as soon as possible. Now isn't Mr. Black the client that left Newton Inc. to come here?" I say as I pinch the bridge of my nose and close my eyes.
"Mr. Cullen." She sneers. "If you didn't have that sexy British accent of yours then I would be very mad. But because I'm a sucker, I can refrain from the teasing. And yes I can get those interviews done sometime time tomorrow. And as for Mr. Black, yes Mike was presenting the account to him and the information was a wreck. Is there anything else Mr. Cullen?" She says in a cheery voice.
"No, thank you. Hold all my calls please until after lunch. I'm getting in the elevator now, email the route to my driver would you?" I say as I snap the phone shut not wanting to hear her high pitched fake voice.
She can be really very irritating sometimes and I curse the day I ever showed any interest in her. But, she is a good kisser.
I make my way down the corridors of the basement and am greeted my driver who holds the door open for me with a black coffee in his hand.
"Good morning Mr. Cullen, I just received the schedule for you today. It's always a pleasure." He says with a little trepidation in his voice.
"Thank you Dave, and thanks for the coffee. How do you always know when I need one? You are a saint." I say as I climb in.
"Well you have no assistant for that, so I took it upon myself to fetch this for you." He says as he passes the coffee and shuts the door.
Dave has always been polite to me and respected me, even on my bad days. He also is the only one who doesn't put up with my bad attitude. And because he's so old, I let him get away with it. He's a gentleman and tries to treat me accordingly, calling me out when needed and always gives good advice whether I ask for it or not. He means no harm.
On the drive to the meeting, my phone buzzes in my pocket of my suit jacket. Looking at the call display I can see that it's Alice and a smile crosses my face. Alice my twin sister is the very best friend that I have. Well, my only friend really. I'm a hard guy to get along with.
"Alice, to what do I owe this pleasure of your phone call?" I answer as my greeting.
"Well, just wanted to call you and give you the heads up that mother wants us to come visit this weekend. She says that she hasn't seen you in a month and feels that you're avoiding her. Then again are you? I can't understand with that last article in Star magazine with you and that girl." She says as she talks so fast.
"Alice, slow down. Look that picture was taken at the wrong time. It's nothing. Really I can assure you." I say as I recall the events of that night.
I was at a reception for Forbes commemorating the inductee's and I was asked to speak, being on the top of the money making world. After my speech was done, I was shaking hands with some people and some woman came up to me and planted a big fat kiss on me. I was taken aback and pushed her off of me. That's when I noticed the flash of the camera. She then realized that I wasn't her husband and her sudden outburst of affection was due to numerous amount of champagne she had consumed. She quickly apologized and was terribly embarrassed.
I laughed a little and told her it was fine. No harm, no foul.
Alice's throat being cleared is what brought me back to the present.
"Edward, did you hear me?
"No Alice sorry, what did you say?"
"I said what are you going to tell mom?"
"Well"…I pause not really knowing what to say. "I'll tell her there's nothing to worry about and she shouldn't believe everything she reads and hears. Look Alice I really need to go, I'm heading into a meeting and I can't talk. Is there anything else?" I say as I walk through the revolving door at Black Outfitters.
"Oh yeah, I found an assistant for you. She would be perfect!" She says all cheery.
"Ok well call Tanya and let her know, I'm not doing the interviews. She's handling it, I simply just don't have any time. I gotta go, I love you." With that, I snapped my phone shut once again.
As the elevator dings, signaling that I've reach the desired floor, I take a deep breath and step out into the lobby. The place was well lit and a plethora of people everywhere yelling about designs and color schemes. Which fabric goes with what and how much absorbancy it can withstand.
Man, it sounds like a toilet paper company or something. I walk up to the receptionist and as soon as she see's me, she scrambles to get off the phone in anticipation of talking to me. Great I hate flirting. But it gets the job done.
"Hello, can I help you?" She purrs pushing her arms forward to reveal the large amount of cleavage available.
Trying to avert my eyes (which is very hard by the way, hey a guy can look) I hoist my carrying case on my shoulder and bend down to meet her eyes and say.
"Why yes you can….." I stall looking at her conveniently placed nametag. "Jessica….I'm Edward Cullen and I have a meeting with Mr. Black. "
"You mean thee Edward Cullen? Oh my goodness, ah yes right away, please sit down." She says as she scrambles to get the phone out of its placement.
I sit down in the appointed seats and run my hands through my hair and patiently wait. I never go to these meetings alone. I always have an assistant that helps me with everything. All I do in these meetings is talk mumbo jumbo about how we can offer the best advertising available. My assistants are the ones who do the grunt work. Writing everything and presenting the slide shows. I sure hope Tanya gets me someone and someone fast.
"Uh, Mr. Cullen? Mr. Black wants you in right away. Follow me please." She says as she nervously walks down the hall to the large double doors.
When I walk through the doors, I notice Mr. Black sitting at his desk facing the window. As he swivels around in this chair, he stands and shakes my hand.
"Hello there Mr. Cullen, how are you?"
"Fine, fine thank you." I say as I take a seat.
"I wasn't expecting that you would be coming alone. From one CEO to another, we are where we are because of our assistants, are we not. Ha Ha Ha!" He bellows out loud.
"While their may be some truth to that, I have worked very hard in my company and in my early years I did all the work myself. And, I'm currently in between assistants. Now let's get to the reason why I'm here Mr. Black. You need someone to represent the advertising of your outdoor sporting equipment and clothes amongst other things and we are just the company that can take on that task. I assure you, you can't and won't go wrong with us." I say as cool as a cucumber. This was always the easy part. Smooth talking the clients. It's the technical stuff I'm not so good at. Hmmm….maybe if I keep talking the talk. I won't have to put out the presentation.
"Well Mr. Cullen, lets see what you got shall we?" He says as he motions for me to follow him to the board room where the projector screens are and so forth.
Crap maybe not. Well here goes nothing.
I quickly set up my laptop and attempt to adjust the screen on the projector and plug in the right cords. Fumbling with the stand, which keeps falling I mutter through the presentation and can't focus properly cause the remote to the tower of the projector isn't switching my pages properly. I'm completely frustrated and I'm starting to lose my train of thought. My papers are scattered and out of order. I'm not the one who handles this stuff. Ahhh!
"Mr. Cullen, I can see from what you're saying that I can trust my account in your capable hands. I may not need to see the presentation today, this minute. But I would like to before I make my final decision. I have about one week before I would need to move on to someone else. Can you, when you get your assistant, come deliver the presentation then?" He asks as he leans back in his chair with a smug expression on his face.
"Yes Mr. Black, I'm sorry, this has just been bad timing. But I can promise you that you can hear from me personally in the next two days." I say as I shake his hand once again.
"I know I will Mr. Cullen. Thank you."
As I walk out of the office and out of the building I rake my hands through my hair, thank Dave for opening the door and dial Tanya's number on my phone.
"Edward Cullen's office."
"Tanya? Tell me I have a new assistant, PLEASE!"
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