Stage Two: False Impressions
My coffee machine made a strong wheezing sound before shutting down and then it was completely dead. Really? Give up on me now?
Last night had been a series of Nancy Drew books including reading up on the peace cores around the world and a cheesy film marathon including movies such as Pretty In Pink, Maid in Manhattan and more. The things I had to do to stay awake that did not include alcohol. No wonder my coffee machine died on me, it was either overheated or had reached its production limit. The things I sacrifice for beer, oh well, it's expensive. Probably more expensive than a Starbucks every morning. I stared at my remains of a coffee machine and then sighed, this was what you signed up for Sonny.
There are many things which are important about your first day of work, first, you must make a perfect first impression. Now depending on the target here I can assume he enjoys reading the classics, watching cheesy soap operas and clearly is very up to date with the financial market. Luckily for me, my photographic memory allowed me to cram all that into my mind within one night and include search Google for as many classical books and music composers as possible. I was now familiar with the world of Chad Dylan Cooper.
Next came the fashion sense. Working in a typical New York office required a high stiletto fashion sense but with a knee-length skirt. Nothing too slutty and nothing too conservative. Men like this one preferred the 'natural beauty' shit and therefore this led to the wearing of minimal make-up.
Showing off is essential on the first day of work. Making subtle suggestions and often eavesdropping during meetings usually impresses the Boss. Whistling or singing while working is completely prohibited and sitting cross-legged was only allowed if you are called into his office, while at your own desk it is better to keep your feet flat on the ground.
Honestly? I wasn't worried at all. It was a miracle that he wasn't a horny bastard who required a hot assistant. It made it more of a challenge now that he was professional and for some reason I had this strange image of Ugly Betty and her stories at her workplace. No, I was not fashionably disabled but I was definitely not supposed to be Workplace Supermodel.
The building was some sort of tall skyscraper with at least 40 floors. It wouldn't take a genius to assume that the Boss sat on the highest floor with his large glassy office and expensive cup of coffee. I also imagined a small desk in the corner for me to settle into, put a picture of my dog on the side of the table and perhaps a flat screen computer. I walked through the entrance doors to be met by a cliché receptionist. The phone was constantly ringing and she was constantly putting people on hold, in fact, she knew exactly what she was doing and I was pretty sure that at this moment she had about 6 people on hold at the same time.
I cleared my throat softly and she looked up, her hair fell on her wrinkled face and she smiled.
"Can I help you dear?" her voice was kind. It reminded me of my grandmother, my late grandmother.
"Hello, I'm Allison Taylor? I believe I had a job as Mr. Cooper's new personal secretary?" I tried to remain slightly unconfident and allowed her to find a deliberate weakness in me.
Noticing my timid behavior she immediately put down the phone and softened up.
"Ah yes, I was supposed to be expecting you today. Please, take the elevator to the 40th floor. I'll let Portlyn know that you will be coming up and she'll take you around from there. Alright dear?"
I nodded politely and made my way over to the elevator. It was pretty office-like and very carefully programmed. I noticed a 41st floor for which had a biometric fingerprint scanner next to it. Definitely someplace confidential and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of curiosity as to what was hidden there. I'm sure Mr. Cooper should know though. The elevator doors slid open with a ding and I was greeted by a pretty black-haired green-eyed intern; Portlyn.
"Hello there, you must be Allison Taylor I presume?"
Presume? Huh? They've trained her well, she looked like a straight-out-of-college slut.
"That's me, I believe that you will show me to my Boss?" I was not waiting for a reply, I was actually impatient and very excited. The usual feeling I got before a big mission. I noticed that she winced at my forwardness but quickly smiled and stood up leading me down a beautiful corridor. Although it was all very office-like, you could tell that Mr. Cooper knew how to keep it unique. There was beautiful paintings of the same woman in different locations. I couldn't help but notice how beautiful the woman really was.
"That was my mother." A deep voice said. I snapped around, cheeks red with the fact that I was caught staring at some lady. I was met with the bluest eyes I had ever seen and I was immediately disgusted.
"Come on baby, it won't hurt"
I shook my head and glanced down. The man's smirk immediately dropped and he straightened his posture while clearing his thought. He clearly realized that more than attracted to him, as he expected, I was in fact revolted. Not the best first impression.
"Oh? Her? Your mother… Right. I'm so sorry, if you didn't like me staring at her or anything." I couldn't help but stutter. It was incredibly embarrassing that he caught me staring at his mother.
"No please, go ahead. I painted her in her memory, you see she died 2 years ago and she was very important to me. And of course, she was very beautiful so therefore I appreciate that somebody else thinks so too." His warm smile was awfully attractive and warm. It made me smile wide too and I finally looked up into his eyes that now seemed bluer than possible. It was actually quite comforting.
"Anyways Ms. Taylor, I believe that you are her are you not?" I nodded.
"Well then, please, this way to my office," he gestured his hand to massive glass doors. Of course that was his office.
I stumbled inside trying not to trip over my heels. I still couldn't get over the fact that I was staring and admiring somebody's DEAD mother. No disrespect or anything but it was quite scary. However, he did paint those beautiful pictures and I had to say that he was quite the artist. Did you know that artists usually have very long fingers, and think of all the things he could do with those fingers….
"Ms. Taylor?" I snapped out of my fantasy and looked up. He was wearing glasses now, hot damn, and was at his desk looking through some paperwork which I assumed was mine to do.
"Yes Mr. Cooper?"
"Ms. Taylor, I'd like you to call all the investors of this new project and organize their money transfer to the company's accounts by this afternoon."
Right, that sounded easy enough for Nico.
"And then, I'd like to have a lunch date. We need to discuss my personal needs. Is that alright with you Ms. Taylor?"
Lunch date? Sounds awfully professional yet personal at the same time, but then again, so did everything else that Mr. Cooper said. It's almost as if everything he says could be converted into some sexual innuendo. Or I could just be really horny.
"Lunch Date? Where to if you don't mind me asking sir?"
"Mexican, is that alright with you?" His blue eyes once again pierced my own, searching for any indication of disapproval, however, I knew this trick well and I tightened my eyes and smiled.
"Perfect Mr. Cooper."
