Revenge – served cold
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" Coffee, that's not a bad idea! Come to my office!"
The boss disappeared into the office, I had to follow him, remembering what kind of coffee he likes, and whether I brewed it correctly.
Andrew , carelessly threw his coat on his shoulders, sent his jacket there, and sat down at the table, rolling up the long sleeves of his shirt. I put a cup of coffee in front of him and froze half a meter away from the table. All the TV shows said that a secretary should keep that distance. But I didn't know how it really was " I didn't have any experience.
" Sit down," the boss said.
I sat down on the edge of the chair and looked at him fearfully. Andrew was looking for something on the table and did not pay attention to me. Finally, he pulled out a whole pile of stickers glued together and some notebooks.
" Look through these and make a schedule."
I scooped up the post-it notes and quickly glanced through them to make sure I could make out his handwriting.
" Excuse me, you have a meeting at three on Ramensky Boulevard, and half an hour later on Preobrazhensky Boulevard? How are you going to make it in time? These are different parts of Moscow!"
" Yes?!"
Andrew jumped up and looked over my shoulder. I froze, not knowing how to react to his behavior. This morning he seemed to me even too cold.
" Indeed. So, review and in such controversial moments, call back and reschedule the meeting. Or no, highlight them and show them. I'll tell you which is more important."
" Okay," I nodded.
The addition to the instruction appealed to me. I didn't know anyone yet and could inadvertently offend an important person.
" Andrew , while you were away, you had a visitor …"
It was pointless to hide this event from him. I'm sure the blonde just couldn't get through or wanted to cry from resentment at a personal meeting.
" Who?"
The boss returned to his chair and sipped his coffee. With a satisfied nod, he looked at me, waiting for an answer.
" Camille," I explained. " She wanted me to call and summon you …"
" And you didn't?"
I nodded dejectedly, belatedly feeling guilty. Maybe I should have gone through my notebooks and found the supervisor's phone number. There are records of all the employees!
" I just… didn't know your phone number… or the staff's…" I started to justify myself
" What are you mumbling about?"
I stammered and squeezed inwardly.
" Remember, I can't be distracted in negotiations. No matter who comes and no matter what they demand. Unless it's not OBOP in half with the tax came to gut our documents. Then you can let me know."
At the end of that sentence, he got a little funny. I realized it was a joke. Although with such things and structures, jokes are bad. He's probably sure that his company's documents and law are in order and he won't be visited.
" Encrypted? " I asked in a tone of voice.
" That would be very kind of you."
I allowed myself a smile, managing not to laugh. The boss's sense of humor was on the level. More importantly, he managed to lighten the mood.
" Can I go now?"
" Go ahead," I was told.
As I stepped out into the reception area, I managed to dodge in some unimaginable way. Camille was back, ready to tear me down and walk across the carpet of the secretary's body. I belatedly jerked back to follow and tried to stop her.
" I have to report to you!"
I was ignored. I had to run after her back to the office.
" Andrew , I…!"
" Honey! Fire her!"
The blonde reached the owner of the office, passionately kissed him and, climbing on the table, capriciously pouted her lips.
" Why should she? " surprised interrogated the "sweetheart".
" She was rude to me, and did not want to call you! I'm your fiancee! She must obey me."
From despair and resentment, I was speechless, and did not even try to defend myself. The blonde fiancee was lying through her teeth. I didn't even say a rude word to her.
" She was following my orders and not connecting me to anyone."
" You don't want to see me?! Have you fallen out of love?!"
The girl's eyes immediately filled with tears and her lips trembled. I couldn't help but wince. She's obviously overplaying it. A look of annoyance appeared on Andrew 's face for a moment.
" Can I get you anything? " I asked, just to remind myself.
They seemed to have forgotten about me. I didn't want to witness their stormy reconciliation.
The blonde jumped up, but the boss was ahead of her:
" No need for anything. Go to work."
I happily walked out the door and, closing it tightly, leaned back and exhaled in relief. It seems that no one is not going to fire me, which I can not be happy. But the blonde wouldn't stop there and would try to make my life a living hell.
Work in general was not difficult. Andrew had few visitors. He himself turned out to be very active and preferred to meet outside the office. The only thing is that there were a lot of calls in the afternoon. Everyone wanted something, either to sign documents or to schedule a meeting. So the organizer had to be dealt with urgently. There weren't many time overlaps. Just two. And the last one was due to a changed meeting place. After calling the secretaries, I easily rescheduled them.
However, the schedule for two weeks in advance turned out to be so tight that other people who wanted to meet had to either refuse or make arrangements to meet in two weeks. Plus, I put meetings on the schedule. And remembering the latter, I dug into the Internet in search of a decent company willing to organize a buffet in the office.
Camille left about an hour later, absolutely pleased with herself. She didn't even look at me, which pleased me greatly. So the first day, you could say, went smoothly.