I'm a Secretary at the firm my father himself once owned, and operated along with Mr. AJ Palmer. One day, while I take notes the executive chairman, and the current CEO start to discuss their newest idea. They want to bring in a new face as the Cheif Executive Officer of the corporation.
I lightly roll my eyes and whisper quietly "what's wrong with the current face of the company?"
Then Mr. A Smith turns to me and says, "_________ , why don't you become the new CEO of ______? Take your father's place aside us, at the head of the table."I looked up from my pen and pad to meet Mr.AJ Palmer-Smith's gaze. He's an older man, quite tall (about 5'11), dark black hair with hints of grey evenly distributed about, a Rolex watch identical to the shimmery black one my father used to wear, and most likely the whitest teeth I've ever seen. You can obviously tell this man uses whitening strips every day. Typically when he says things like this, he gives me a playful smile, but this time, there was something odd about his grin. It wasn't a playful generous grin, it was a grin that could possibly destroy empires, if only I knew what he was thinking.
Mr. Arturo's voice interrupted my thoughts, "the newspapers would love that! Just think a WOMAN as the CEO of America's most efficient oil company ! We'll receive a plethora of stockholders as well as business opportunities! We could ...."
That's all I wanted to hear, and before Mr.Arturo could even finish his speech about how much wealth displaying my face would bring to the company, I excused myself from the meeting and went back to my desk. As I was passing through the corridors and proceeding to my desk, a man bumped into me and made me drop all of my notes. I instantly bent down to pick them up, and so did he.
"I apologize, let me help you with that."
He sat his briefcase down and helped me pick up the rest of the scattered documents. He held out his hand to shake mine after I'd finished vigorously grabbing the rest of my papers out the stack we had quickly made.
"If I had of known that I was going see such a beautiful face today , I would've have worn a suit instead of staying in uniform."
I ignored his flirt, and sat my papers on my desk before turning to face him. I'm a short woman (5'0) and from face value he was the same height as Mr.Palmer, medium build, obviously military, short black wavy hair, almond shaped autumn leaf brown eyes, cinnamon brown skin, and the warmest smile I've seen from someone since my father passed. He was also, still holding out his hand, so I firmly shook his hand back.
"Very firm handshake. It tells me you mean business."
I replied, "indeed it does."
His face lit up even more upon my reply to his observation, and his cheeks became extremely flushed. Just as he was about to speak, Mr. Palmer burst out the office doors.
"_______! How does it feel to be incorporated back into civilian life? "
He glanced at me and then back to Mr.Palmer, "I think I've missed the rain the most. I've seen sunshine for the last 4 years, and it's no longer a beautiful sight."
Mr.Palmer laughed hysterically, "well everyone has definitely missed having you around. Come into the meeting room, we were just discussing some things I think you'd be interested in." He once again turned to look at me before being led into the "Chatter Room". Mr.Palmer proceeded to close the door behind them, and just before he did, he gave me a dissapointed look that was somewhere between angry and sad.
"_______"
"Palmer" and with that, the door was shut.
Considering all that my lovely friend had heard, I knew she was going to express her opinion about how "wrong" I was for not being a "polite" human being.
"Well, ______ I've never seen you try so hard to dislike someone."
"_______, why should I pretend to like someone I just met? He's quite a catch, but I surely am not going to gawk at him just because he's a man in uniform."
"Touché SUPERFEMINIST ! We'll see if you say those things tomorrow during orientation tomorrow."
Before I could even question her statement, she had already left the desk and was down the hallway.
*NOTE* - anything that is said, is done so from literary standpoint, and is in no way used in a derogatory manner. Also, I do understand that there are typos, and I do apologize for them.
*NOTE* - I know this is just a small portion, but I'd like to ask you guys a favor. I wanted you all to choose the names of the characters, and whoever's I like the most will be featured in the book (we will discuss this privately). Therefore, I need a total of 7 names (4 female and 3 male, first and last).
