Trapped With My Sexytary Episode 7
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👫💞 Trapped With My Sexytary Episode Seven:
I sent out the mails and memos as promptly as I was required to, and began to make preparations for the meeting. I had my boss’s speech and presentation to prepare.
The slides and soft copies of the speech were soon ready, and having been told a number of times to send him mails when I needed to give him documents to take a look at, and to call him when whatever I needed to tell him needed an immediate response, I mailed him the materials to have him take a look.
My boss seemed very busy the whole of that day, and I was wondering if he had taken time to take a final look at the things he needed for the meeting.
From the agenda I had prepared, I could see that the major reason he wanted to meet with the shareholders was to find a way around the many turbulences the company was experiencing.
I was wondering if he had gone through the slides I prepared for his presentation, because I left it open ended, to enable him input his perspective of the issues each slide touched.
“What if he hasn’t taken a look and ends up messing up in the meeting?” I thought, then decided to ask him.
He has corrected me times without number about coming into his office uninvited, so I had to give him a buzz.
“Yeah, hello Miss Sasha” he answered cryptically.
“I’m calling to remind you to take a look at the slide I sent you earlier. Your meeting is in a few hours, and I don’t know if you’ve had the time to take a peek at it” I said as politely as I could.
“I have Miss Sasha. I have seen your abilities, but there’s no way I could have just let the time I see the presentation in the conference hall, be the first time I see it!” he told me calmly.
“Okay then. Is there something else you’d like me to do for you?” I asked diligently.
“I’d have called you if I needed you to do anything more for me. But apparently, you have done more than enough already” he told me.
“Alright then” I said, and hung up.
I wasn’t having much to do while I waited for the meeting time, so I decided to spend time, getting some information on the shareholders of the company.
My aunt was listed as the third highest shareholder, and I could also see that she didn’t have the shares registered in her current surname.
I sat for some moments, pondering on why she had chosen to use her maiden name for the shares she owned in Toshteck Limited, and something cynicàl began to bubble in my mind.
“Could this woman have been fīghting to get this company annexed to Namenda Holdings that she had targeted to take over?
“Is that the reason she intentionally wanted to run this organization down to get her to lay hands on the shàres easily?” I pondered and began to look at the other shareholders.
I took time to study each of them, trying to understand their financial, educational, social and religious standings.
Some of them appeared to be middle class citizens that had little or no interest in business administration. They seemed to have just acquired the shares because they could afford them, not because they knew what being a shareholder entails, or cared at all.
I looked at past minutes of board minutes to ascertain their levels of contribution to issues and policies promulgated, and noticed that they were kind of passive, almost non-existent.
The second largest shareholder was the most intriguing of them all. Aside the records of her being in attendance of the meetings, there weren’t any mention of her contributions or inputs in any of the meetings.
I made a personality assessment on the two others who seemed quite vocal and forceful, and realized that they were also players in other organizations in the oil and gas sector.
The alarm on my phone buzzed to remind me that we had just a few minutes before the time for the meeting, and I had to give my boss a heads up
I gave my boss a reminder call and got up to pick his notepad and other personal effects I knew he’d need for the meeting.
We were about to step out of his office when a superciliously dressed lady walked into his office. She looked every big like a Barbie, and i would have mistaken her for one going for a Halloween party, if I hadn’t seen the way my boss looked at her and gave me a hint about who she was.
She paused in her track as soon as she saw me and looked me over, as though assessing my worth.
“And who’s this poôrly dressed woman Allen? Don’t tell me this is your new secretary!” she said, scrunching her face, as though I smelled bãdly.
I noticed my boss clench his fist and unclench it, his face faltered severally within a split seconds, and if I hadn’t been paying attention, I wouldn’t seen the ãnger in his eyes the few mili seconds it was there, before he spoke.
“Mirabel, this is my secretary, Miss Sasha Jones. She has a Masters and PhD in Business Administration and International Relations from Harvard’s…” he was still saying, but she cut him short.
“Oh Allen, spare me all the shìts you know will unsettle my stomach. I would be nodding my head in admiration if you’re telling me she knows the way to the best Spas in town, or that she has a direct link to a major designer’s vendor!
“How does it affect me if she’s a professor from Whales? Who cares if she was in Cambridge and Oxford as well?
“How can a girl dress so poôrly, and still wear a cheap perfume so confidently and you let her stand besides you as a secretary?” she asked, looking very upset.
“Mirabel, do I have to remind you that the cost of her clothes and perfumes doesn’t affect this company in anyway?
“Do you need to be told that not everyone gives a hoot about designer’s wears and perfumes?” my boss asked, looking completely irritàted by her attitude.
“Are you screaming at me Allen? Like are you raising your voice on me because of this?” She asked, waving her hand up and down in my direction.
“Oh come on baby, you know I’d never do that. I was just trying to let you know that in an organization, employee’s choice of clothes and accessories aren’t our prerogative, as long as they appear smart and official and do their jobs.
“And even though Miss Sasha isn’t wearing a designer’s perfume, I think her perfume is entrancing, which by the way, doesn’t concern us.
“We have a meeting to attend, and I hope you have read through the stuffs I sent you earlier?” I heard my boss ask her .
“Read through what shît? Since when did I have to start worrying myself with all these crãzy paper works? You know it’s not my thing, and I’m only here because it’s compulsory that I sit through those boring meetings.
“And don’t change the topic Allen. She’s working as your secretary, she should pay more attention to the clothes she wears and the kind of cologne she wears.
“I don’t want your office to suddenly start smelling of cheap perfume and ultimately have you smelling cheap.
“And to tell you the truth, I don’t like this girl. She looks too pōor to work as your secretary” Mirabel told him.
I kept seeing Engr Allen-Tosh steàl side glances at me, to see if I was going to react to what she was saying, but like I wanted to have it, my face was completely expressionless.
There was absolutely no need to respond to her because she wasn’t talking to me. It would be a waste of time actually to talk to someone like her, so I stood besides my boss with the materials in my hand.
The alarm on my smartwatch went off, reminding me that we had about 10minutes before the meeting began.
“We’ve got to go boss, your meeting is in 9minutes” I told him briskly.
“And she’s insòlent! Can you imagine? You ask my man to walk out while I’m still talking to him?” she asked me.
“Sorry Miss, I wasn’t talking to your man. I was talking to my boss, the CEO of Toshteck Limited, and he has a crucial meeting in approximately 8minutes. He can be any other thing after now, but during official hours, and within the confines of this building, he is the CEO” I told her calmly and she went màd.
“Well, technically Mirabel, she’s right. We have a meeting, and you know how important this meeting is.
“We’ve got to go. We’ll talk about whatever else you want after now, my love” he told her, trying to pacify her, and keep her from swallowing me.
She made to talk again, but he walked up to her, pulled her face with his hands and gave her a quick peck on her lips.
“Let’s go baby, we can talk later” he told her and pulled her hand, to make her walk with him towards the conference hall.
I walked behind them, happy that even though he was crãzy enough to keep a dumbàss like that as his girlfriend, he still knew when to make business a priority.
TO BE CONTINUED
