There is someone in my office.
I raised my eyes from the paperwork.
That's when I saw her.
Standing behind the fish tank, almost hidden, there was a woman.
"Who the hell are you?"
She was looking at me kind of petrified and at a loss.
"I... um..." she muttered.
"I'm calling security." I picked up the phone with a swift motion.
"No, please don't."
I took a good look at her.
She was blond with dark roots,she had a petite figure but not too skinny. She was wearing blank pants and a white dress shirt was peeking through her sweater.
"Well?" I moved in front of my desk and leaned on it, crossing my arms.
She took a deep breath and moved closer.
"My name is Kate Seyfield and I'm here for the PA position."
"What PA position?" I asked, confused.
"For your office."
"I'm not looking for a PA, you're mistaken. Please see yourself out." She obviously is in the wrong place. I made my way to my chair, thinking it was over.
"I'm sorry, but if you are not looking for a secretary, how come the front desk of your office is empty, hence my being here announced?" I detected a hint of irony in her voice so I turned to look at her, visibly surprised.
"I beg your pardon? What are you saying exactly?"
"I know about your secretary," she says full of innuendo.
I scratched my chin deep in thought, guessing what it is that she knows and in how much trouble I might be in.
"You know what, exactly?"
"That you laid her off," she is looking at me like I am crazy.
"So... I'm guessing you are looking for a replacement. Well, look no further, I'm here" she flashed me a cute grin and moved a bit forward.
"Thank you for your offer, however unwanted, but this time, I will be looking for a male PA. It's a shame you got into all this trouble, though," I crooked my head to the side, taking one last glimpse of her. She was quite nice to look at, in a more simplistic way than I am used to, but still.
She had something.
"You can't do that." She is still here?
"Can't do what?"
"Reject me, based on my gender. It's a discrimination," she crossed her arms in her chest and she looked dead serious.
I studied her just in case she was joking, but she didn't seem like it.
"Excuse me? Are you seriously accusing me of discrimination?"
"That's what you're doing, right? So,yes. Yes, I am."
I stood up and stepped closer to her, putting my hands in my pockets. I was getting worked up but I didn't want her to know.
"Take a good look at me," I lowered my face to her, staring her dead in the eyes, "Do I seem like the type to discriminate against people?"
She swallowed hard, feeling intimidated I imagine, by me being so close.
"Just because the color of someone's skin is different, doesn't automatically mean they aren't racists." Her words struck me like a lightning bolt.
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