Chapter 4
THE ASSISTANT
Jennie
Manhattan, New York
Friday was supposed to be the best day of the week, that one day that stood between the final hours of the work week and freedom, but Ms. Manoban had managed to make it my worst day for over a year.
She insisted on meeting in the executive boardroom at three o'clock until seven o'clock. And then she always sat at the head of the table, which would be normal if she was holding a meeting, but we were the only two people in the room and there were always several seats between us.
Today she was wearing my favorite suit. Her cufflinks, monogrammed "LM" were gleaming underneath the room's bright light, and I swear the way she was looking at me made me think she wanted to fuck me.
"Do you plan on staring at me for this entire meeting or would you finally like to start?" She raised her eyebrow.
Bastard… "I'd like to start."
"Good." She opened her folder. "What did you think of the latest Grisham?"
"Absorbing." I flipped through my notes. "Reminiscent of what me fall in love with his writing during his A Time to Kill era."
"I felt the same." She wrote down a few words. "Do you think it's front list worthy for the next quarter?"
"It's John Grisham, that shouldn't even be a question," I said. "Although, in a perfect world I'd say no. But only because his next book is far more commercial and I think we could do a lot more for that one."
Het lips briefly curved up into a smile, but she didn't let it remain. "Which romance novel would you like to recommend?"
"One second…" I flipped through another page of my notes. "Castrating Her Boss."
"Excuse me?" Her eyes met mine. "What book did you just say?"
"Casting Her Boss."
She narrowed her eyes at me before writing down my suggestion. "Anything in particular that stood out? Favorite parts?"
"Probably when the asshole boss redeems himself and stops treating the heroine like shit…" I muttered under my breath, but then I cleared my throat. "The realism was great. The heroine was a movie director and I learned a lot about Hollywood while reading."
"What about your Young Adult selection?" She continued to go through all twelve genres I'd been assigned to read—asking follow-up questions here or there, but as usual, she never let our conversation go off topic or get remotely personal.
When we finished the book recommendations, we transitioned into the month's e-book revenue and promotional adjustments, and by the time she decided that I was "free to go" it was nine o' clock.
Nine. O. Clock.
"Ms. Manoban?" I said as I slipped into my coat.
She didn't answer. She was still writing, looking down at her paper.
"Ms. Manoban?" I repeated with a little more bite in my voice, enough that made her finally look up at me.
"Yes?"
I hesitated, hating the fact that something as simple as her eyes meeting mine was enough to make my panties wet.
"This is the fifteenth Friday in a row that you've kept me past six.
"No, this is the fifteenth Friday in a row that the work has kept you past six. If you completed more of it throughout the week, then maybe you'd be able to leave earlier."
"Regardless," I said, keeping my voice firm. "I'm going to need to leave at six o'clock on Fridays like everyone else here so I can enjoy a full weekend. If I'm not out of here by six, I'm going to deduct time from my Monday arrival and start time."
She set her pen down and leaned back in her chair. "Come again?"
"Like today." I picked up my purse and slung it over my shoulder. "Today I'm leaving at nine o'clock which is three hours past acceptable per section 83B in the company handbook. So, on Monday, I'll be arriving three hours past my normal time at around eleven o'clock. I will also—"
"You're going to arrive here at eight o'clock." She cut me off, her voice deeper than usual. "And you're going to stay in these Friday meetings until we get the work done because that's what you get paid very generously to do."
"No, I'm not." I wasn't backing down. "I'll see you at eleven o'clock on Monday, Ms. Manoban."
"Be sure to bring a pen to sign off on your write-up papers because first of all," she said, looking me up and down. "You're not like everyone else here…You're salaried, not hourly. And per your contract and section 89B in the company handbook, Friday meetings can go as late as eleven o'clock depending on the season, so technically, I've been doing you a favor since the day you started here." She paused. "You're welcome."
"Furthermore," she said, "if you want to talk about following rules to the letter, we can easily discuss how you've been using my credit card to buy things for yourself. Things like overpriced gifts and breakfasts at Dean & DeLuca, unnecessary office supplies from the most expensive stores on Fifth Avenue, and a bunch of other personal things I don't recall ever authorizing. I believe any other boss would say that that's technically stealing, and that's an immediate ground for termination is it not?"
She slowly stood up and walked over to me, making my heart race a mile a minute. "We could also get really technical and discuss how you use your assigned town-car to drive you around to all types of non-work related places on the weekend with your best friend. Jisoo is her name, correct?"
My cheeks had never been so hot, and I struggled to say a single word. Before I could come up with a rebuttal, she stepped so close our chest were touching. Then she slipped her hand into my coat pocket and pulled out my cell phone, hitting stop on my "record conversation" app—clearly realizing I was hoping to catch her asshole ways on tape for future use.
Smiling, she returned the phone to me. "See you Monday, Miss Kim. Eight o'clock."
Two hours later…
"So, let me get this straight." Jisoo poured me a glass of wine in her condo later that night. "She literally just emailed you and told you that she changed her mind and you need to come into work at six o'clock in the morning on Monday? And you think it's because you complained about leaving late today?"
"That's definitely why." I tossed back the wine in one gulp. "It's like she purposely pushes back at me or does things to get under my skin because she feels like it. She knows exactly how to piss me off, and I still can't read into her for some reason. I don't understand why."
"She's an asshole, that's why." She poured me another glass. "I told you to start keeping track of all those overbearing task emails she sends to you. Start highlighting the ones where she's at her rudest and least professional."
"That won't work," I said, quickly downing the fresh glass and reaching for the bottle. "She's the ultimate professional in communication. Besides, you can't interpret her tone from an email, and no judicial team in their right mind would read anything into those short sentences she sends me."
"Well, have you tried recording your meetings like I told you to weeks ago? Guiding her into a conversation that makes her say something questionable?"
I shook my head, neglecting to tell her that she'd easily out-maneuvered that attempt mere hours ago.
"My only hope is a new job. I'm just going to stick it out until one of those other places finally call me."
"You know, you could just quit tomorrow and use up all the leave time you've acquired. You've got what? Six weeks paid for all those crazy hours of overtime you've worked?"
"Seven."
"See! And you've never even used a sick day! You could at least use some of those. And while you're at it…"
I tuned her out, nodding along as she suggested endless options, but I knew I'd never be able to follow any of those to the letter. Jisoo was far too removed from corporate culture and she didn't understand the inner-working politics or the bigger picture.
If Ms. Manoban was any other boss, I would happily take sick leave any time she got under my skin, but if I started doing that now, I wouldn't have any left. Not only that, but she seemed like the type of asshole who would actually send someone to check and see if I really was sick. The type who would actually attempt to 'get even' if she found out I was lying.
"You know what?" I said to Jisoo. "I'm just going to apply to ten times as many jobs, and work super hard while avoiding her as much as possible. No matter how big of a jerk she is to me, I'll remain professional and never let her see me crack until I can yell at her when I do finally leave."
"Okay, sure." She didn't look convinced, but she smiled. "Good for you. Worst case scenario, at least you still get to have an up close seat to one of the most gorgeous women in the city and you can continue to use her face for your fantasies until you quit. How big did you say her cock is?"
"Huge." I was more than certain it was. I'd witnessed it hard during a meeting here or there, witnessed her crossing and uncrossing her legs under the boardroom table. "I'll be sure to take a more dedicated look at it before I leave."
"Please do. For both of our sakes." She turned on the television. "Okay, your boss no longer exists for the rest of our weekend. Let's talk about something else. ASAP."