This choice: “Tell Kim I’m here. She e-mailed me about something important to discuss.” • Go Back...Chapter #4“Tell Kim I’m here. She e-mailed me about s... by: batman1   “I certainly will,” Candice told you, the venom in her voice absolutely dripping with every word.
Smiling nonetheless, you reminded her cheekily. “You certainly will what, Candy?”
“Mr. James,” she uttered through gritted teeth, as if your very name pained her at her very core.
“You catch on quick, Candy. No wonder you did so well in college.” Cocking a smirk at her visibly fuming expression, you feigned a look of realization, “Oh, wait a minute…”
Grinding her teeth together, you could tell she was itching, just craving one chance to let loose, to tell you exactly what she thinks of you in a mixture of four-letter words and rude hand gestures.
But, you could also tell that she enjoys still having a job.
Calming herself somewhat, she chose her next words very carefully. “Are you done, sir?”
“Nah, I’m just getting started messing with you, Candice. But, knowing how anal Kim can be with tardiness, I’ll leave you alone,” you smiled at her, watching her type furiously into her computer as a way of poorly containing her anger.
Walking around her desk, you flashed her one last playful wink before heading up the spiral staircase.
Feeling rejuvenated with Candice finally humbled, you mentally scratched that accomplishment off your bucket list as you bounded up the steps with a confident spring in your step.
Sauntering down a hallway, you finally reached the left wing, aka where all the important people took up space.
And, at least for now, the Queen of the kingdom.
Stopping at the office door, you patiently tapped your knuckles on the glassy surface and took a few steps back.
Almost immediately, the sound of female voices from inside died down to that of a hushed whimper.
Cocking a smirk, you couldn’t help but think that they were talking about you, and just how great of a worker- no, how great of a human being, you were.
How you singlehandedly rose to the top of the corporate ladder, stepping in anyone who dared oppose you. How you, against all odds, managed to score the second most powerful position in the whole damn office, with Number 1 still to come in the not so distant future.
Giving yourself a mental pat on the back, you were absolutely beaming with joy as the sounds of clicking heels approached from the other side. “Hail to the King, baby! Hail to the freaking’-”
As if on cue, the door opened, bringing you came face-to-face with the Devil herself.
Denise.
That same smug face that you had hated for years was now staring you down, naturally followed by one of the best bodies neck down you’ve ever laid eyes on.
A blonde bombshell with curves in all the right spots, Denise wore her usual white blouse and pencil-thin skirt, followed by a pair of expensive-looking pumps.
Keeping your cool, you crossed your arms as the blonde woman stepped out of the doorway while still maintaining eye contact.
“James,” she finally said curtly, the tension between you two almost palpable.
“I think you forgot to add the ‘Mr.’ in there,” you replied with a slight smirk.
“For now,” she said in response, before turning on her heel and strutting down the hallway.
“Enter,” came the mature yet sharp voice of Kim.
Shooting your nemesis one last scrutinizing glare as she rounded the corner, you put the swagger back in your smile and went inside.
Kim’s office space was extremely clean and tidy, much like the woman herself.
Plopping down on a rolling chair, you looked on as the redhead swiveled around on her own chair to face you.
Wearing an all-black business suit that perfectly showed off her mature yet very attractive figure, she minimized a spreadsheet document on her desktop computer before giving you her undivided attention.
“You wanted to see me, boss?” you smiled brightly.
“Yes, I did. Firstly, how have you been enjoying your new position, James?” she spoke, her tone strictly professional as always.
Grinning like a goof, you could hardly contain your excitement. “I am loving my promotion, Ms.-”
“You can call me Kim now, James. I figured that since we’ll be operating at around the same managerial level, there really is no need for such formalities,” she informed you with the slightest hint of a smile.
Shrugging nonetheless, you continued on, “I am thrilled beyond belief to be given this opportunity to become an even bigger asset to the firm. And I am especially grateful that you saw true potential in me, with credit obviously due to my equally as capable colleagues.”
“I don’t reward potential, James; I reward effort and results. Both of which you have given me time and time again. I only figured it would be more beneficial to the company to give you a more authoritative position to continue doing what you do and eventually, teaching other members of our office how to become more efficient in this line of work,” she told you somewhat glowingly, though you could never tell with her slightly impassive voice.
Nodding in appreciation, you reluctantly decided to cut to the chase. “Not that I’m not appreciating your very kind words, but I believe you sent me an email about my first official assignment as the Junior Manager.”
“Yes, of course.” Reaching down into her desk, she pulled out a folder and slid them over to you. “In about two hours, I was scheduled to have an appointment with a client: Sara Steele. Just a simple consultation about our services, really. Unfortunately, I will not be able to make that meeting.”
“Oh?” You raised an intrigued eyebrow.
“Let’s just say, I have personal matters to attend to at noontime today, and its very nature requires that I attend to it in person. So, as my now right-hand man, I believe that obligation would fall to you,” she explained to you.
Your smile only grew wider. Hell yes.
“I would be happy to do this for you, Kim. Just tell me where, and I’ll be there,” you grinned, a surge of confidence flowing through you like adrenaline.
“I knew you were the right man for the job,” she smiled, gesturing at the folder. “If you would, take a quick peek.”
Picking up the folder, you quickly looked inside and scanned the contents: mainly just info packets about what the firm does that you’ve practically committed to memory by this point as well as some notes on Sara Steele’s financial troubles.
“Again, this is just a consultation. I want you to tell her exactly what this firm is about, and why it would be most advantageous for her current situation. She doesn’t have to make a decision today, but it should at least be on her mind going forwards.”
“Will do, boss,” you chirped at her happily, playing the noble knight all too willing to carry out his queen’s commands.
For the moment, at least.
Her warm smile, at least for a second, seemed to break her stoic exterior. “Good. Now, there’s just one last thing I need to tell you…”
Knock Knock!
“Right on time,” she grinned, calling out to the unknown visitor, “Come in, please!”
A pair of slapping sounds from the ground pricked your usually sharp ears.
Looking up, you saw a petite, college-age girl strut in.
A natural brunette, she couldn’t have been a few inches above five feet.
Wearing a floral sundress that perfectly captured her youthful curves, her hair cascaded down her slim shoulders in wavy curls.
A quick flicker up her chest confirmed she definitely had some good genes, especially on her mother’s side, but naturally your eyes drifted downwards…
Trailing down her slender legs, your eyes feasted upon her quite dainty bare feet, accentuated by a rather cute pair of brown thong sandals.
Contrasting the silver strap on each shoe, her toes absolutely sparkled with bright pink nail polish on each digit.
Of course, you didn’t have much time to fully admire her pedicure as Kim rather loudly cleared her throat.
“James, this is Michelle, our new intern. She’s just starting out with us today,” the redhead beamed.
Offering your hand, you switched on Mr. Benevolent King, at least for now. “Pleased to meet you, Michelle.”
Shaking it with an almost dismissive smugness, she replied back very snobbishly, “I’m sure.”
“I was hoping that, as you were giving Ms. Steele the consultation, Michelle could sit in with you. Strictly to watch and observe,” Kim told you.
“I’d be okay with it,” you smiled, before adding with a sly smirk, “As long as Michelle can take notes the whole time. Just to make sure she gets the full benefit from my performance.”
You could almost sense Michelle’s irritable glare burning a hole in the back of your head, but quite frankly you didn’t care.
“Excellent suggestion, James. You’re thinking like a manager already,” Kim complimented you, before turning back to the computer. “For the moment, why don’t you give Michelle a tour around the office? Maybe even show her your brand new office?”
Thinking for a moment, you looked up at her somewhat bratty expression before saying:
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