Janitor's Love

"Knocks on the door" "Oh snap…You can come in!" Said the man sitting on a rotating chair with an expensive three-piece black suit. Although looking frustrated at the moment, he seemed to be under some kind of pressure. His tie remained a well knotted half windsor which he released a few inches from his white sparkling shirt, unbuttoned at the first button. His suit hanging at the back of his chair and an office specially created for him alone will make one suggest he holds a special position in that organization. On his table were various files, and cheques with letters scattered and unattended to. He is drinking a cup of coffee and scribbling on his notepad when a young lady walks in. She seems to be in her late 20s, about 5.9ft tall. Her long curly cream hair flows down to her buttocks. Her brown docile eyes complemented the calm nature she seemed to portray at first sight. Her red glossing lips would catch the attention of any man. Sylvia opens the door and closes it gently as she walks down clumsily to stand behind the two visitor chairs at the front of his table. "Goo...good morning, Mr. Paul." She said, stuttering. He looks up to have a view of the beautiful damsel who stands in front of him. "Good morning", he said. "I suppose you're the one applying to be the company's new secretary?" Sylvia nodded in affirmation. "Welcome, have a seat," says Billionaire CEO, Paul Tyler who welcomes her with a short smile. Sylvia takes a seat in the right chair. As she faces him, she catches a glimpse of the name tag hanging on the left side of his shirt which reads “Paul Tyler” and pays attention to it for a few moments. She raises her head and their eyes lock as Paul keeps staring at her for a few moments. "You seem familiar. The face reminds me of someone I know. I feel we've met somewhere before. May I know you?" He said. "I'm Sylvia Richards. A graduate of Golden Sta…" "Golden States University?!" The billionaire CEO cuts in as his countenance rises, his eyes wide open and brows almost reaching his forehead. "Ye…yes", she said. "Sylvia Richards. The girl with the golden voice at Golden State University. Is that you?" responded the Billionaire. "Yes, I am," said Sylvia. "I knew it! I could sense you were the one at first sight. Do you remember me?" Sylvia, still trying to resolve who exactly she was sitting in front of, looks at him again and tries to recollect. Suddenly, like a lightning bolt, it strikes her mind, and remembers her college senior of the same music band she was a member of. "Paul, it's you!" she exclaimed. Sylvia stands to extend a handshake, but Paul draws his arms in embrace. They both sat and kept the conversation going. "Oh wow, it's been a couple of years. You've changed!" Said Paul. "I should be telling you that. As I would have never thought I would find our rusty band drummer seated at the CEO of the company I am applying for." Sylvia responded. "Well, I'm glad to say, you've gotten the job already." Paul introduced. "As I'm aware of your capacities and what you'd be bringing to the table." He added. "You didn't even check my CV!" Sylvia said as she chuckled. "We'll leave that for another time," Paul said. "As you can see, this place is in a mess already," Paul added as he spread his arms over his table. "I probably can't give it to the receptionist, she's dumb." He gestured. "I'll try my best to work hard and get the results we hope to achieve," Sylvia stated. "Looking forward to having a productive time here." She added. Paul extends his hands to Sylvia for a handshake and she reciprocates it. "I suppose you met the receptionist on your way in? Let me call her to show you your office. It's right in front of mine, but you'll need a grand welcome as 'my secretary'. He smirks. Right beside his left arm lies the telephone he uses to communicate with everyone in the company. He clicks each button in an attempt to place a call across to the reception. It gets through. "Yeah old rusty Mary Jane. I need you to come show our new secretary her office." Paul said. A soft crackly voice responds behind the phone, "Yes sir." "Do that fast old hag!" He commanded as he hung up the call. A few moments later, a woman who's probably in her late 60s gently opens the door and walks in carefully with her back slightly bent. Looking old, rusty, and slightly unkempt. Mary Jane, the company's receptionist, seemed to have been working there all her life. Her face is filled with wrinkles and dark spots. One could spot her veins and bones from her skin. The wig on her head seems to be screaming for freedom as she uses it to cover her shameful bald head. She struggles with the door shivering and finally finds her way in. "What took you so long?" Paul asked. "I'm sorry Mr. Paul. I…" "Anyway!" Paul interrupts her. "Here's the new company secretary who'll be working with us for a very long time. Please show her to her office. And please, don't be daft about it." says Paul as he gives a rough smile at Sylvia. Slyvia, who's in a puzzle about what just happened in her presence. Paul Tyler who seemed to be in his early 40s just spoke to a woman old enough to be his mom rudely and arrogantly. "He seems to be rude and arrogant." She muffles under her breath, as she stands to follow the receptionist to her office. Sylvia and the receptionist both leave his office. Paul is left alone. He moves to the short refrigerator in his office to pick up a bottle of liquor. He pours himself a drink as she proceeds to the window at the back of his chair. He rolls up his sleeves, folds his arms, and rubs his goatee as he stands from his high-rise office building where he happens to be on the top floor. He examines the view outside as he begins to think about his new secretary…