“Is seriously?
Dalton stood up, buttoning a button on his jacket.
“That's how it is. Tell Vicky to take you to one of the cubicles and bring you up to date. Even though you'll be on probation for a week, we'll pay you “he walked around the desk, walking towards me” Now I have a meeting, very important people are waiting for me, America “Dalton positioned himself in front of me . I insist, this man smelled very good”It will take a while for you to start working for the position you applied for.
“How? I frowned.
"Like I told you: you'll have a trial week." Vicky has a lot of work so I want you to take care of me.
He didn't understand a thing Dalton was saying.
“I don't understand.
"Whenever I need something, I'll call you." He winked at me before turning around and leaving the office.
What has happened? I went out after him in search of Vicky, I found her in the corridor with some folders in her hand.
"America, how did it go ?"
"Well, I have a trial week. He told me to give me a cubicle and other instructions that I didn't understand.
"Yes, I can imagine which ones," he murmured under his breath.
“What?
"Nothing, come with me." He led me to another larger room. Almost all the workers of this plant were there. There were many cubicles together. The lights on the ceiling were white. My shirt was drying little by little. “Your place will be this, near Mr. Dalton's office. Anything you need you know where to find me. He showed me an empty cubicle. Most of the workers stared at me as if wondering who I was. I watched some women whisper. That made me a little uncomfortable. “Dalton, I mean, Mr. Dalton usually always comes before everyone else. Half an hour earlier. So you'll have to come before him in order to tidy up his office, bring the newspaper and have his coffee ready.
I frowned trying to understand the situation.
"It's just a test," Vicky tells me, shrugging her shoulders. "It usually happens, so don't worry, just show him that you're capable of anything."
There was a buzz in the place, cell phones ringing around here, guys chatting in a corner. There was another one using his work computer to play some weird game. I put my bag down on the small desk and sat in the swivel chair. They were comfortable but I was always afraid of falling in one of these.
“I'll leave you these papers “he puts around ten blue folders on my desk” When everyone enters the meeting room “he pointed to a black door at the end of the corridor” After two minutes you come in and put the folders in the table in front of each person. You silent, you enter, do what I told you and leave without saying anything.
I was dying of nerves, why would they let me do this to me ? I bit my lower lip because I had some stage fright. That is, entering a meeting where everyone is silent and being the center of attention. Besides that my dress was not at all appropriate.
"Vicky, what if I do everything wrong?"
"Don't worry, you'll just do that. It's something simple. Mr. Dalton is already in the boardroom waiting for the partners. They are not long in coming.
I cleared my throat, taking a deep breath to calm myself down.
You can, America, you can.
“So when the ten people come in, two minutes later I come in and leave the folders on the table.
“That's how it is. Mr. Dalton seldom asks for a drink. Let's hope today isn't one of those times because I don't think you know Mr. Morgan's tastes.
“Obviously not.
"He prefers whiskey more than anything," a man tells me from the neighboring cubicle. "It's a small bottle with a brown print in the center."
“Could be, but sometimes he prefers other things. Vicky interrupts him.
"I'm Paul." The man in his early thirties holds out his hand. It looks friendly.
"America," I held out my hand as well.
"They're coming..." Vicky touched my shoulder.
God, what nerves.
In the distance I noticed the elevator doors open, many men in suits came out of them, they were almost leaving in a row. Maybe I counted about eight. Most were older now, but there was one who was young, perhaps Dalton's age, not too bad. But two women came out last, one was short and quite old. Maybe thirty”five years there. And another was much younger and prettier. Tall, long legs, blonde, blue eyes. She looked like a magazine model.
They all passed by our side with airs of grandeur, without even turning to see us. And they all entered the meeting room.
"It can't be, Sabrina came," Vicky complained.
"Sabrina, the witch?" “he escaped me.
Paul laughed.
"There will be trouble." He set his lips in a single line. It was a gesture that I did not understand the truth.
“Sabrina is Mr. Morgan's ex”girlfriend and the truth is that she is a super bad person with everyone. She is the daughter of one of the most important investors in the company. So that's why the big thing is believed.
"Don't be intimidated, America," Paul encouraged me.
"You'll have to go in now," Vicky tells me.
"I can't," I admitted.
" America, will you be able to be here then?"
They both looked at me waiting for an answer, I felt capable but I didn't dare. My hands were shaking and even started to sweat. Vicky noticed, so she put her hands over mine to try to stop the tremor.
“I know that the first day can be hard, but it starts for a reason. You'll get used to it later." He smirked at me. It was a warm smile. He gave me peace and confidence.
"Okay." I stood up, taking a deep breath. "I'll go." I took all the folders and walked towards the meeting room. I really felt badly dressed. I opened the door with some difficulty and went inside.
"...We can't go on like this, Dalton, your father left us everything to get this company off the ground," I heard one of the men say. When I entered, the eyes of Dalton and most of them went to me . I knew I would be the center of attention, I hated it. But almost in seconds they returned to their own. Which I appreciated. I started putting each folder in front of each person at the table, including that chick named Sabrina the witch. When I got to Dalton's and put the last folder in front of him, he whispered something to me:
“Button up your shirt, America.
I looked at him without understanding, he just pointed at my breasts. As I was bent over, in front of a bunch of men, my breasts were almost exposed, so I quickly got back up and buttoned up my buttons. God, they had seen me. What a shame. These things only happen to me. I was about to leave the room but a voice interrupted me:
“Sorry? It was Sabrina's voice.
“ Yes ? I was glad my voice sounded stiff.
"Get me a bottle of still water, please."
"Sure." In the same boardroom, Dalton had his own bar. In one corner was the shelf with liquor and all that. There were also several bottles of water nearby, for situations like these. I took the bottle of still water and put it in front of Sabrina.
"America, stay and write down the important stuff," Dalton tells me, making me stop again.
I looked at him with a face of what's wrong with you? Because he had nowhere to write, he pointed to the little table in the corner. There was a notebook and a pencil. I gave her a forced smile as I grabbed my pad and pencil and stood near the door to jot down things I had no idea about.
I was practically a mess.
By the end of the meeting, my feet were sore from standing in heels. They all shook hands with Dalton and left. Except Sabrina. She walked over to Dalton and sat on his lap. I only dedicated myself to taking the folders to take them to Vicky and to be able to leave everything organized here.
"Dalton, my father won't be home today," the witch was saying, I mean, Sabrina. Why did I feel bad? If you didn't even know her. Also, Dalton seemed bored with her, I could tell from an expression he made.
"I have dinner with my father," he replies.
" Ow , seriously?" Do you want me to go with you?
"It's family dinner, Sabrina," he answered. Ouch, that must have hurt. Basically I was satisfied with his answer.
"Sure." Sabrina stood up grabbing her bag. "See you later, Dalton." She turned and walked out of the room swaying her hips.
I took the last folder and prepared to leave.
"America," he called, so I turned around.
“ Yes ?
"Come here, sit down." He patted the chair next to him.
I approached with some stealth, put the folders on the table and sat down.
"Did you write down what I told you?"
"Sure." I took the notebook and showed it to him.
He read, it had taken me about three pages.
“I see that you wrote down the important things as I told you. I like it. “He left the notebook on the table” I noticed you nervous.
"Well, it's just that I... I don't like being around a lot of people." Being the center of attention.” I looked down.
“If you want to work in this company you have to fight that, America, do you think you can? If not... then you won't be able to continue here.
I looked at him immediately, what did he mean by that? God, was I going to run? It hadn't even lasted a day.
"No, I'll fix it." It won't happen again, Dalton... I mean, Mr. Morgan.
The attributions that I take.
I felt his gaze dart over me from head to toe.
“It's okay. Today I will have dinner with my father, you have to accompany me.
“What?
“That's how it is. It's work, so I want you to go with me “he stood up so I did too” Wear something elegant please, I'll pick you up at eight “he left the office without another word. I stayed there, trying to assimilate what he told me.
Dinner with your father? At 8? Something fancy? I took the folders and left the meeting room. Apparently Mr. Morgan wanted to keep me with him, the question was why?
“Remember to be ready at that time, one of the things I don't like is waiting when I've already announced the time to come, ok?" Okay ," I lowered my gaze.Dalton took my chin, directing it towards his face.“I don't like it when you look down, it's a symbol of defeat and here you have to overcome those things, besides, please, every time I talk to you, you must look me in the eye.His hands were gentle, the way he touched my chin delicate. This man even had class to play something."Okay, Mr. Morgan," I agreed, looking into his eyes, those eyes that could convey more than just a look."If you have a problem with your outfit, you can ask Vicky to help you, tell her to take that moment off and that the expenses be paid to me, I'm fair and I know that right now you may not have enough money," he winked."I feel sorry for you." I put my hands together.“Don't worry about that, America, in this company you spend on other things. First of all, leave me your address, I'll wait for you”he l
"Like I was saying, Dalton, I'll give you a week to work out that problem." Not one more day. You know how I am about that.” Mr. Morgan gave his son a reproachful look. I had no idea Mr. Morgan was this demanding. He didn't know Dalton very well, but from what he had heard he had led the company to the top more than his father. And obviously there will be problems along the way, but deep down I knew that Dalton would be able to solve them. It's just that even his own father doesn't seem to trust him."You've already told me twice, father , " Dalton replied, his attitude absolutely angry. But he held back. Dinner was turning out to be a bit awkward. As we all ate, the three of them gave each other awkward looks. Until Mr. Morgan's stayed with me. I tensed at that moment.“How did you tell me that you're calling? His tone was calmer with me now.America Ferg ," I answered a little nervously. I was dining with three imposing men. I felt prey before them."America... I guess your friends
I settled down a bit in the swivel chair, I didn't understand how this man yesterday wrote to me like a teenager and today he acts like nothing happened. I checked my cell phone to reread the messages, for a moment I thought maybe I was the one who made a mistake.Nope! Obviously I'm not crazy, the messages were intact and with the bad spelling, I went back to his photo, I had to refresh my eyes a little. He was online, just barely, and I was sending him a "Hello" but I shook my head to get rid of those bad thoughts.Come on, America, you have to concentrate on your work. At the same time I remembered Billie, he was not far behind either, he was carved by the gods themselves.I went through the documents on the table and they were all for Dalton, so any minute now he'd call me back."Hello, friend, how are you doing?" Vicky approaches my cubicle."The best," I smiled from ear to ear, "how are you?"“A little sleepless, I was reviewing some reports that Mr. Morgan wanted for today so I
"Surprised at the power of this beauty?" he bragged, passing car after car. “A little”I agreed, but deep down I wasn't amused by anything Billie said. "Did they at least treat you well at Dalton's company?" He turned to see me with this lens that reflected my face. “Since I joined the company they have treated me well, as you know I am on probation and I think they do it to see the good performance of their workers. “ Ha ! No matter how many things Dalton does this year, I will reign in the business again.” He raised his eyebrows. I recently liked Billie but it was getting a bit annoying to hear how he expressed himself about his "friend". "Is your company something that your parents left you or did you found it?" He wanted to know if he would brag this time. “It's a company that my parents founded many years ago, but they discovered that I have the ability for business and I made it grow in a record period, so you're quite a celebrity in that”he put his right hand on my leg, t
I looked at my watch, it was almost noon, the staff will be looking for mealtime rather. I was still hungry, and nervous because I don't know how Dalton would act now that I'm back. I don't know if he will be angry or if he will fire me. I was supposed to be on trial and that's where I should behave best. But I did something wrong today, I just hope I don't suffer the consequences.When I got to the elevator the doors opened and Vicky got out.“America! She approached me , apparently she was ready to have lunch."Vicky, is Mr. Morgan still in his office?"She hesitated a bit.'No, actually he just went downstairs five minutes ago to the company cafeteria for some lunch. Do you want to go with me?I hesitated a bit, maybe I could talk to Dalton and apologize in the cafeteria."Okay, let's go." The two of us walked down a hallway I hadn't come down before. It was long and at the end you could see an open room. It had glass windows allowing to see the outskirts, to a small garden with ve
I quickly went to Vicky's office, I felt anxious, if I felt nervous here, now I don't want to imagine myself in another company and still with that Sabrina witch present. " Vicky, it's good to meet you." I tucked my hair behind my ear. "What brings you here?" He was reviewing documents. "It's Dalton," I bit my lip. "What happened to him ? " Don't tell me he got mad because of what you did with Billie.” He placed his eyes under his glasses. “No, on the contrary, he wants me to accompany him to Sabrina's father's company, he sent me to give me some documents that should be ready”I crossed my arms. "So you're going to go into the lion's den," he scratched his chin, "interesting..." " What's interesting?" I frowned. “That Dalton wants to take you there, he knows that when Sabrina sees a girl near him she gets hysterical, be careful with that crazy woman, America. Don't let him try to humiliate you just because you're on probation. “Don't worry, that won't happen, I know how to de
When we arrived it was raining buckets, the weather had suddenly turned very cold. There was lightning and even some lightning that made me shiver. Dalton and I quickly got out of the car and headed for the hotel living room. As I assumed, it would be one of those five star luxury hotels. Even for one night my boss spent so much."I'll ask if there's a room available," he tells me, taking off his jacket and handing it to me. "So you can dry off a bit." His gaze shifted to my breasts. Great, it was already the second time the brazier looked at me . Just as it was the second time I got wet in the rain."Okay," I took it. Dalton approached the reception, where there was a young and very pretty girl. As soon as she saw Dalton her eyes lit up and her flirtatious mode quickly kicked in. I rolled my eyes to myself as I dried the ends of my hair. It was late at night and I needed dry clothes to put on, I didn't want to get sick.Dalton and the girl exchange words, my boss doesn't seem fazed b
"What are you going to do with your parents?" “When Tommy and I entered the apartment we headed towards my room. My room was a mess, there were things lying here and there. But it was Tommy, I didn't care."I want to pay you a visit," I replied, taking my suitcase out of the closet. It was small, black. I would only go on Saturday and Sunday because Monday I had to come to class and obviously to work.“It's been a long time since you visited your parents, that is, the years we've been neighbors I haven't seen you go out like that. You must be very bad.I looked at him weird."What do you mean bad?" I put the open suitcase on the bed and went to get clothes from my closet. Tommy was just sitting on the edge of my bed talking. I didn't even know why I told him to come with me."It was just a comment." He shrugged.“Where is your house? he wanted to know, now he lay down on the bed putting his arms like pillows. I rolled my eyes to myself but didn't say anything. He also didn't understan