The secretary at hand
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Yes, Good morning. I smiled.
Emily got up, she crossed from behind her desk to open the door for me, and she, just like so many of the women on my floor, was beautiful. Her white blouse clinging to her just enough to lend to my wandering mind. My grin broadened and as I passed, what I at first had never noticed, I had soon come to recognise as her inhaling deeply. I caught her eyes, she flushed, but nevertheless within their depths was a hint of what I took as insinuation. Surprisingly, I found myself laughing inside We made through the floor.
Mr Kiswick, your father is already in the boardroom, as are the rest of the chairmen and chairwomen.-
Good morning Mr Kiswick - Good morning sir.
I nodded in greeting to each of my staff
Approaching the tall mahogany doors my father had imported from Italy, Emily in my stride having already briefed me, stopped. Stood in the doorway, in view of the expectant meeting, I turned to her.
Oh, Emily, I began, would you bring me an espresso?
She nodded. And again I flashed her a smile, watching her silhouette as she sauntered off. I growled inside, allowing myself to indulge for a fraction of a second
Hello, Gabe.
Hello, father, hello all. I took my seat next to my father at the head of the table, acknowledging the many faces in the seats around, of whom if it werent for business, I didnt really care for. Eddie, a ginger, side parted haired fuck, who at twenty-nine; four years older than me, and the only other person within my age range there, was what I considered a kiss ass. He stood up.
Thank you for finally joining us, Gabe. He said, his voice betraying the resentment harboured toward me.
Everyone, including myself, had always known he had always vied for my job, and until I had turned up, Eddie had been my fathers number one, his protégé. But what did I care that he had been here already, working hard for six years. It was only five years longer than me, and ok, so it wasnt exactly fair, but as I nodded at him and simply smiled, knowing it annoyed him for me not to return the courtesy of speech, again I found myself laughing inside. The mocking tone within me recalling the words of John Lyly: All is fair in love and war, my friend, all is fair
Have a late night. Joked my father.
Looking at him, I smirked, raising my eyebrows and unbuttoning the jacket of my grey three piece. I knew out of all my brothers I was my fathers favourite. Eddie flashed me a look, then coughed.
Um - ok. The board of Kiswick communications is hereby called to order. Our sole order of business today is-a - Eddie paused, Emily had come in with my espresso and a plate of biscuits. uh, is an acceptance of John Bontecous generous offer. -
Thank you Emily. I flashed at her again my perfect white smile, accidently catching a glimpse of her sweet cleavage as she leaned in. Her gaze was concentrated on placing my cup, but my constantly wandering mind, however, had suddenly caused me to involuntary lurch. In an instant, her green eyes flickered to my crotch, she froze for a fraction of a second, as did I. I didnt intend her to see. She looked at me, then, before I knew it, had left. I looked up at Eddie, the grin still broad on my face. His eyes had narrowed. For it was office knowledge he had a thing for Emily.
Uh, to review, were really crossing the Ts and dotting the Is here. Gabe- I didnt know if it was just me, but I could swear the fucker had stressed my name. had a great and conclusive meeting yesterday with John Bontecou and He paused, looking as though he was quickly thinking, and, well actually, yes, all that remains for us is to put it to a vote. Would you like to speak, Gabe? Eddie finished and indicated for me. Watching me carefully as he sat.
I stared at him, knowing he had purposely cut short what he so obviously had rehearsed. Touché - And although I only thought it, I knew my smirk was very telling. I quickly thought about my grandmothers funeral and stood up.
Um thank you Eddie. Yeah I began, quickly swivelling the black leather chair to stand behind it, grasping its back against me. I did enjoy, or rather I was interested in meeting with John Bontecou yesterday And as I continued, I could tell that within him, Eddie was heaving
The whole day up to lunch, was stressful. The board meeting had gone accordingly, and to my great relief, the simmering beef between Eddie and myself had gone unnoticed. I stood in my office looking out at the city. The view was always more magnificent eye-level with the sky-scrapers. A rap came at the door. It was Emily, sweet, sweet Emily...
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