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Moonlight - Hero
Chapter 2.
A week later Amy sat in front of her antique wooden desk. To her right was a door. And behind the said door was the office of the CEO of Kostan Industries.
Josef Kostan.
Her boss.
Holy cow…
Within two hours of her arrival she had been appointed as the secretary of the CEO until the HRM could send a new one to replace her. Amy had done her best to make sure that they would have no reason to replace her. And they so far hadn't. To Amy's luck, Harold Gromley had been very precise and punctual in his job up until the fated morning when his blatant greed had let him to embezzle funds from his boss.
Everything of an importance was marked down in the calendar in neat tidy text. Everything. Even down to the preferred perfumes of the CEO's lunch dates. It was incredible. Amy smirked as she found a post-it note reminding that it was almost the time for the annual presents to be handed out to Mr. Kostan's numerous girlfriends. They would be getting Hermes scarves this year.
The man sure knew how to please his girls.
Her assistant Claudia brought her a cup of coffee at noon. Amy fished out a granola bar from her trench pocket and devoured the chewy snack down. She had finally managed to sort out the papers on the desk and felt more relaxed. I can do this, she thought; I can and will do this. It's just like any other secretary job.
Just a bit more upscale.
The phone rang.
"Kostan Industries, Mr. Kostan's office. How may I help you?"
"Oh hi Amy, it's Mick." She heard his dark voice on the receiver.
"Hi stranger, how's my car?" Amy smiled. He had called her every day with updates on her wrecked vehicle. They didn't talk much, but it was still nice that he bothered.
"It should be done tomorrow. Is Josef there?"
"He's in a meeting until 2pm. Then he should be coming here for a quick lunch. Do you want to leave a message or come over at two?"
"I'll pop in."
"Great, see you then."
..
2pm sharp, Amy noted as the elevator pinged and the twin doors opened. Her boss casually strolled into the lobby with his lawyer, Simone, tailing him. He nodded to Amy and vanished into his office.
Amy shook her head and smiled as she turned back to her work. All the women around him were very pretty. Well, besides her herself of course. But one day all those girls would grow old and they would be replaced with younger, prettier versions of themselves. Amy would be the same old, short and chubby, but smart and dependable. Brains over boobs. When it came to wits she would win those airheads any time.
Well probably not the lawyers.
Still…
For once, it would be nice to know how it felt to be the centre of positive attention in a room.
"What ever makes you frown like that aint worth it."
"Hi Mick." Amy grinned as she turned to look at the tall, dark man leaning to her desk. "Josef's inside with his lawyer. You might want to wait for few minutes."
"Oh is that it, and here I thought you wanted to keep me all by yourself for a moment."
"Oh stop flirting, I know you're spoken for." Amy huffed, but the slight blush on her cheeks gave away how pleased she was for his teasing. Spoken or not, he was dreamy. It was moments like this Amy wished her moral standards wouldn't be so damn high. Oh well, can't have it all now can you.
"Hey I got a word of your car. I think I can get the keys to you tomorrow morning."
"Oh that's excellent Mick!" She beamed happily. "It's been such a pain to use a cab everyday, even though the firm has paid for it. You have no idea how rude some of the drivers are."
"Actually I'm pretty sure I do." He laughed leaning closer and lowered his voice as he asked; "You do carry pepper gas right?"
"I'm not stupid or ignorant."
"Didn't think so."
"Just making sure eh?"
"Yeah well, pretty lady like yourself all alone in the night…" He twisted his eyebrows making her laugh. The noise obviously alerted her boss since a second later he opened the door and greeted his friend.
With a wink towards her, Mick followed Josef into the office.
"Pretty lady.." Amy snorted quietly before she buried herself to the work again.
It was later that afternoon when Amy finally decided she needed something with a tad more substance than a granola bar if she was going to keep working. Her assistant had left for the weekend and it seemed to be a quiet day as the phone had not ringed within half an hour now.
Amy rose form her seat and stretched. She worked the kink out from her neck as she made her way to the closed door of her boss. She knocked and before there was an answer she opened the door.
And then closed it.
I didn't just see that did I? Amy was pretty sure she had indeed seen what she thought, but it really made no sense. Unless her boss had some weird fetish about women wrists.
Amy shook her head and decided a note would be sufficient. She quickly scribbled down that she was getting a sandwich and would be back in 15 minutes.
When she returned, the office was deserted. The only light was on her desk. And another note was next to hers saying: Be back around 7. No need to wait. J.
"Oh well. At least I'll be able to get more work done when it's quiet." Amy muttered and dug her teeth into the tuna sandwich.
..
Minutes before the clock stroke 7pm when the elevator doors opened and her boss returned to the office with three other men. Amy instinctively straightened her back and her lips curled into a polite smile. Even though the day had been long and busy, she knew she had to look efficient if she was to keep the job. To her relief the four men just casually strolled past her without even taking notice of her presence.
Josef was wearing a different set of clothes than in the morning, the burgundy shirt had been replaced by a dark pinstripe shirt. Amy decided not to think what it meant since she was pretty sure it involved a lady friend. And the fact that he looked like he just got out from the shower really spoke in volumes too.
The calendar said he was hosting his weekly poker game tonight. She figured the other men were there to play and it was time for her to quit for the night. Amy collected the mail and messages that had gathered during his absence and followed them into Josef's office.
"The urgent messages are on top. Do you need anything else before I go?" She asked as she placed the pile of papers to his desk.
"A drink, call Mikaela and ask her to join me."
"Mikaela and Stacy both informed me that they would be out tonight. Shanna is available."
He made a face. "Never mind it then."
"Anything else sir?"
"What's your blood type?"
"Huh?"
"Nevermind."
"Okay. I'm off then." Amy smiled. "Have a good night sir."
"Night Amy."
..
Amy hastily gathered her things. She took her keys and bags and walked to the elevator. Just as she was about to push the call button the doors opened and Olivia rushed past her, bumping into her ever so slightly.
"Watch it!" Olivia scoffed.
"You were the one running." Amy reminded her with a quirked eyebrow.
"Look fatty.."
"Is that the best you can come up with?" Amy laughed heartily. "That's pathetic Olivia. Now bip bip." She ushered her away with her free hand, obviously Mr. Kostan had called for the girl. Olivia tossed her silky hair and huffed. She was not used to having someone responding in that manner. Amy stepped into the waiting elevator and smiled sweetly at the model like young woman, watching her delicate face turn into ugly shade on pink.
"You know, just because he let you stay don't mean he likes you. Secretaries never last long with him." Olivia snarled at the closing doors. Amy's hand shot up between the doors, preventing them from closing.
"And what is that suppose to mean?"
"You'll see. I have work to do." And with that and a sway of her hips the younger woman turned and left Amy frowning.
Honestly now, what had Olivia meant by that? That he was difficult? Sure Mr. Kostan seemed like a demanding boss, and what she had gathered from the papers, a bit eccentric on his working hours. But he didn't seem like a bad boss. And Amy knew a lot about those. Up to a lawsuit that she had threatened her latest boss, but in the end never filed as she had been paid to keep her mouth shut.
Then again, you never knew.
He did seem like the womanizing type.
Lucky for Amy his taste for women seemed to narrow into the brainless bimbos and models. She rolled her eyes at the thought. Money and sex, they do walk hand to hand.
Amy shook her head at her thoughts as she exited the elevator in the ground floor. And then she remembered that she still had no car. She eyed the front desk, but the receptionist had already left. She would have to go back upstairs to get the number to call a cab. With an annoyed sigh she dropped her bag to the front desk and turned back to the elevators.
"I sure hope Mick gets my car fixed soon..." She muttered as she pushed the elevator button.
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TBC: So, should I let Amy see what goes on behind the closed doors of Josef's office? ...Or should I let the tension build a bit more?