Amazing Assistant or Not?
786 Words
Darian stepped off the elevator, his daily onion bagel with herb and garlic cream cheese in hand.
"Good Morning Mr. Stevens" the chippy greeting from his new secretary had him wanting to snap at her. How can one person be so cheerful in the mornings?
He walked into his office and sat in his chair at his desk. He looked up and glowered when he saw she had followed him in.
"Didn't Penelope tell you not to disturb my morning routines until I've had my coffee?" he snapped finally.
"She did, but you have an early appointment with the bank this morning!" she replied, "Remember? You asked me to rearrange your schedule this morning so you can go."
Darian cursed his luck, he stood up and grabbed his bagel once more.
"Call the limo, my car is in the garage this morning," he snarled as he stormed out of the office.
The cheerful "OK boss" set his teeth on edge. He didn't bother waiting for the elevator but took the stairs. He had completely forgotten about the meeting with his company's financial institution to make sure things were perfect.
It wasn't that he didn't trust his financial department, it was just that he liked to stay in the know when it came to his money.
Money that was used to buy stocks in other companies and keep his own afloat. By the time he left the lobby the limo was waiting for him.
He stopped and waited tapping his loafers with impatience. When his secretary didn't appear he growled and pulled out his cell.
"Mr. Stevens office," came her cheerful little greeting.
"Aren't you coming?" he demanded into the phone.
There was a pause for a moment and then the woman had the audacity to ask,
"Who is this?"
"Your f*****g boss, get downstairs NOW!" he roared before hanging up and barking at his driver to wait for his secretary.
It wasn't long before Grace came flying out of the building, flushed and apologizing to the driver.
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Grace turned in the seat to face her boss, angry at his previous tone.
"You could have just asked me to come with you upstairs," she snapped, "I wasn't aware that I was needed."
"You've been working for me for two weeks," snarled Darian.
"That still doesn't give you the right to be so rude. If you had just stated something when we were upstairs I would have come. No need to be growly," she reprimanded.
Darian didn't reply but just muttered something unintelligible under his breath. She gave him a glare then turned to face the front. Scrolling through her tablet as they drove.
She was glad she had synced everything to her computer or she wouldn't get any work done.
The bank was massive, instead of heading for one of the tellers. They were escorted upstairs by a floor manager to luxurious office where a man in a suit sat.
"Darian, how are you? Ready to hear what I have to say on your money?" greeted the man.
Mr. Stevens shook the mans hand and sank into one of the two chairs in front of the massive desk.
He leaned towards Grace and murmured.
"Take notes, I want the key points he talks about noted for future reference and research."
Grace just nodded and set up her tablet and pen.
Two hours later Grace's head was spinning from all discussions Darian had with the bank creditor.
"I want you to send an email to the Versailles with the topics I covered today at that meeting," Mr. Stevens stated as they headed back to the office, "I want a full report by them on Monday."
"Yes, of course," Grace said as she made a note to herself. Her stomach rumbled and she realized that lunch was soon, "What are you in the mood to eat this afternoon?"
"I'll be out of the office in the afternoon, my next appointment isn't until two. I will get my own lunch today."
"Very well, anything else I need to be aware of for the day?" inquired Grace.
"No, thank you. Prepare the large conference room for the board meeting," Darian stated.
Grace nodded and stepped out of the car when the door opened, "Then have a wonderful lunch."
The door closed and she jogged into the building. She quickly placed an order from a small deli in the area before typing up the email for the financial department. She was glad she had text to speech because damn that had been a lot of information to filter through.
She ate her sandwich, drank her coffee and then gathered everything that Mr. Stevens would need at the board meeting that afternoon.
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