Authors: Alexa Blair
Chapter 5
Miles
“Well, I was going to let you leave a little early, since it’s your first day. Scratch that plan, though. We’ll talk about some of the projects I was going to have you start tomorrow. Then, in the morning you can come in already on task. You just make sure to tell Callahan that you are pleased with everything so far and that I am amazing,” Chase said.
“You got it,” I replied.
I couldn’t tell if he was serious or joking about the last part, but he did have big plans for my first few weeks. There was a lot of cleanup work from his previous assistant. It seemed this guy knew less than basic map skills. His filing was horrible and all the projects he had been working on were backed up.
“Yeah, he was pretty, but sadly, that was all. You have your work cut out for you, but I feel confident. Now, that is enough for today. Go upstairs and instill some confidence in Callahan toward us both,” Chase said.
I straightened up my desk and left myself a to-do list for the next day. I also made a list of things I wanted to remember to bring back to work to decorate my desk space.
As the elevator opened, I found Marjorie was already inside.
“Hi, Miles. I was just about to bring you a few files, from my boss to yours,” she said.
We both gave a small laugh. She stayed in the elevator holding the files. It closed with her still inside with me.
“Thanks. I’m going to speak to Mr. Callahan at the moment, but if you leave those on my desk I can give them to Chase first thing,” I replied.
“Sure. That woks. Do you want to have drinks with some of us after work Friday?” she asked – blurted really.
“Uh, sure. It would be good to get know some of the staff,” I said.
“Cool,” she said, nodding.
I got off the elevator at the eleventh floor and she rode it back down, I assumed to the sixth floor. I greeted the staff assistant who sat at the front desk of the floor. Every floor had one. She gave me directions to Callahan’s office and buzzed his assistant to inform him of my arrival. As I reached his assistant’s desk, he stepped out of his office to greet me himself.
“Tina, this is Miles. He is Chase’s new assistant. Miles, this is my assistant, Tina. She is my girl Friday,” Mr. Callahan said.
“Rosalind Russell’s rasp always did do something for me,” I joked.
“So, did you have a good first day?” Mr. Callahan asked.
“Sure. Everyone seems nice. I think I will really enjoy working for Chase. He seems friendly and well informed,” I replied.
“Good. What was your degree, if you don’t mind me asking? I was surprised after looking over your file to see your recommendations came from a variety of departments and with a lot of different encouraging notes about your personality and service as waiter,” Mr. Callahan said.
“Oh, well I have my main bachelor’s in journalism, but while I was in high school I also took classes at the local college in my hometown. I have an associates in communication arts. I’m one of those guys who was the nerdy kid in high school. Then I had a major growth spurt right before senior year,” I said.
“So, you probably didn’t start to come into yourself until college?” Mr. Callahan asked, leaning forward just slightly.
“Yeah, I still made the grade, but people started to see me as more than just a smart kid. I’m still that guy who waits to be approached at the bar though. I’ll have to improve on that pretty quick, though,” I said.
“Why is that?” Mr. Callahan asked.
“Well, another assistant invited me to join some of the rest of the staff for drinks later this week. I want them to think of me as friendly, outgoing,” I replied.
“Well, you seemed fine speaking to me after the meeting,” he said.
“That’s true, but the way you came to introduce yourself had a lot to do with that. A lot of bosses are standoffish. You were willing to come say hello, a man of the people. Plus you even wanted to meet with me. It’s good you take the time to get to know the staff,” I said.
“Well, I think I intimidate most of the staff, but I am glad you think well of me. First impressions matter to both sides of a meeting,” Mr. Callahan said.
I nodded in agreement. As the conversation began to lag, I excused myself. I could feel his assistant’s eyes on me as I made my way down the hall toward the elevator around the corner.
Chapter 6
Tyler
My conversation with Miles had been pleasant, but still left me wondering whether he preferred men or women. My instincts said that there were a few things about himself he didn’t realize he hadn’t figured out yet in that area. I wanted to teach him.
I felt fond of him overall the more we talked. Just as I had been Claudia’s protégé, business-wise, I felt I could do the same for him. Aside from my personal interest in him, he might prove to be an asset to consider in further discussions with Claudia. Once I was sure he was gone, I decided to speak briefly with Tina.
“He has got to be ten years younger than you, and he is company ink,” she said.
“Yes, but discretion has always been the name of the game. Also, age is only relevant in legal instances, otherwise you limit yourself in life’s buffet,” I replied.
“Well, he was cute. He spoke well in your office. His enthusiasm and positivity is endearing, and newly found self-confidence would be an interesting match for you. You could be catching a butterfly just as it emerges from the cocoon,” Tina said.
She gave me a knowing smile and returned to working on something on her computer. I returned to a few tasks I wanted to complete before leaving the office for the day as well.
Over the next few days I made a few inquiries about where I could bump into the staff for drinks some time and put forth some effort into being the kind and approachable boss that Miles seemed to think I was. Claudia was supportive of being friendlier with the staff, so it was an easy transition to make. After merely suggesting there was some distance between the staff and upper management, she issued memos encouraging us to visit with departments, sit in on meetings, and join the staff for lunch or dinner when they went out from time to time.
Friday night, the chief marketing officer and I joined Miles and company for drinks.
“It’s so cool of you guys to come out with us,” said a drunken girl from advertising.
She had the liquid courage to attempt sleeping her way to a promotion, because the CMO was old, fat, and married. He was clearly uncomfortable.
“I thought this would be more like a quiet sports bar type thing. I’m going to go,” he said, quickly getting up and leaving.
His playmate looked my way. I simply shook my head. She returned to drinking and left a little later. As she left, Miles and the other new assistant, Marjorie, walked in.
“Hey, everybody. This is miles. He’s Chase’s new assistant, floor six,” Marjorie said.
He received hellos and handshakes as they made their way through the group. I continued to sip on the Old Fashioned I had ordered. I listened as they talked about their days and told Miles things to look out for, or forward to, about the company. I could tell some things were somewhat censored for my presence.
“I can tell you guys are happy I’m here, but that it’s awkward. In good faith, I’ll put tonight on my charge account with the company. Just relax. Claudia and a few more officers, myself included, think that upper management could stand to get to know our staff and really hear them out on what the company is like for them,” I said, reassuringly.
The conversation relaxed much more after that. A few minutes later Miles came to sit near me.
“That was pretty awesome,” he said.
“I don’t know about that. It could have backfired. I could have been accused of liquoring them up to make them tell bad things about each other,” I replied, jokingly.
“Well, I have never had anyone in upper management come out with the staff and buy drinks,” he replied.
“Well, it’s hard to get to know people when they feel guarded. I’m having an Old Fashioned to ease into the situation myself. You may as well have something. I’m paying,” I said.
He stopped to think for a moment. I knew the moment I saw the face he made for this internal debate that I wanted to see more faces he could make. His thinking face made him bite his lip just slightly. I wanted to do that, too.
Chapter 7
Miles
“I really try to stick to one or two drinks normally, but you’re great. These guys are just great. I’m excited about my new job,” I said.
I could hear myself and could tell that I was babbling like a drunk college girl. I wasn’t far from it. I was six foot tall, but I weight maybe 175 pounds on a good day. I had drunk two shots and three Old Fashioneds in my night out with my coworkers.
Everyone from work was gone. Most had families or were middle aged and went to bed a little earlier. Others who were still single decided to find a place to go dancing.
“So, why didn’t you join the girl you came with to the next hot spot?” Tyler asked.
“Me? I don’t dance. I can’t dance,” I said, shaking my head.
I pushed away the glass in front of me.
“You didn’t go either. I think a couple of them were interested in you,” I noted.
“Well, I think the better company was here,” he replied.
He finished his drink. He handled his liquor much better than me. He seemed to be as composed as when I saw him in his office, but dressed more casually and a little more relaxed.
He had stared at me off and on in our conversation and as my mind wandered back from assessing him I realized he was staring at me again. Before I could comment on it, he leaned over and kissed me. Before I could think about it, I kissed him back.
“Um, I’m straight,” I said, pulling back.
“I think you just realized you don’t know what you are,” Tyler said, sitting back as though he had never moved.
I opened my mouth to speak, but wasn’t really sure what to say. Instead, I stood and felt for my wallet. I placed money on the bar. I didn’t know if it would cover my drinks or not, but I knew my point would be made. I turned to leave and Tyler grabbed my arm.
“Look, sorry about that. I misread you. Let’s not mention this at work, okay?” he said.
I nodded. I grabbed a cab to take me home. I could come get my car tomorrow.
At home, I couldn’t stop thinking about what could have happened if I had gone out with Marjorie instead. The whole thing with Tyler could have been avoided. I also thought about my response to the kiss. I wasn’t angry. I was shocked. I was shocked it happened and shocked that I returned the kiss.
Thinking on it, it was a good kiss. It was a good kiss not just because it was a good kiss, but it made something spark inside me. I hadn’t felt anything quite like this with the few girls I had dated, not even the two I had slept with a few times in college.
Once I was awake and sober the following morning, the kiss was still on my mind, but I also realized in the moment I had sense enough to make myself clear that I wasn’t interested. I assumed that meant even drunk, I liked women. I felt bad about not taking the opportunity to spend time with Marjorie, so I invited her to diner and drinks, just the two of us, the following Friday night.
When she said yes, I felt relieved.
Chapter 8
Tyler
“So he didn’t bite?” Claudia asked.
She and Tina were in my office first thing Monday morning expecting either juicy details of a lustful weekend or my turning a new leaf in the name of love. They both seemed genuinely surprised at the possibility of neither.
“I have seen straight men become gay just at the idea of you. You kissed this guy and he just left?” Tina said, flabbergasted.
“Yep, some challenges are only there to remind us of our limits,” I said.
I saved face for myself and Miles. I was sure he would act awkward or quit now. I knew I felt him kiss me back, and I knew the way he left meant he knew there was some new or repressed feeling he would have to deal with.
“Well, it is certainly nothing I can’t move on from. There is a lot going on in the company right now, some interesting things on the horizon, and some people I think we should discuss as key players,” I said, redirecting their attention.
I had Claudia on board and, as always, Tina was my partner in crime. We were diligently working on a personal project of mine that could have a large effect on Sir Name. Each of us were also using this get-to-know-the-staff thing to look for key players in the changes I was proposing.
“I would like to consider Miles. I think once he and I can discuss things and he can relax again, he will be an asset to this new project. He is a recent graduate with an energy that is appreciated by those around him. He’s pliable, but also firm in his ideals,” I said.
“I think he carried himself well when he came to your office. Chase has been spreading the word that he has only had Miles a week, but that he has the best assistant in the building,” Tina said with a shrug.
“Well, my impression of him is only based on knowledge at a distance from last week’s meeting and what you’ve both said. I will have to feel him out at the meeting this afternoon. There is not a lot on the docket to be discussed, so I will make it a point to introduce myself after. If we are going to consider him to be a part of such a large project, he will have to have my personal stamp of approval,” Claudia said.
We discussed a few other people we each needed to take a little extra one-on-one time with. Then we resumed business as usual.
Instead of having my usual lunch brought in, Claudia and I had lunch brought in for each floor. We had it staggered to arrive for two floors each hour. I ate lunch when five and six were delivered.
“Have you gotten something to eat yet?” I asked Miles.
He was at his desk, outside Chase’s office. He shook his head.
“Well, let’s get something together. I want to talk to you,” I said.
I was trying to approach him tactfully. He may not have been my next playmate, but he was still a valuable asset businesswise.
He thought for a moment. I still liked his thinking face. Then he nodded and got up from his desk. We walked to the food and picked a few things we liked in silence.
“I apologize for what occurred the other evening, but I want you to continue to feel as comfortable as you did before at work. This is water under the bridge if you choose to let it be,” I said.
“Yeah, that sounds good,” he said.
He seemed to relax a little. He ate bite of food as we were walking toward the elevator. He broke the ice with a small joke about the previous outing.
“Yeah, never would have happened if you’d seen me dance,” he teased.
We laughed a bit at both our expense. Then Marjorie arrived with her dessert to share with Miles. As I left, I overheard Marjorie whispering loudly.
“I’m looking forward to alone time with you Friday,” she said, giggling.
He could do worse for an office romance. He could also do better.