The best compared to the rest

Arkman project.

"There you are! , red velvet cake?"

I glance up from my paperwork to pay heed to Bernice.
Yesterday went by so fast after lunch time , Having to deal with 2 more files being added to my workload and a meeting with the team of campaign managers , advertising group and market analysts I was paired with, I barely wasted time to move out , when I finally did , it was past 5pm and most of the employees had left the office , I ended up going out for dinner with Bernice .

" I'm good , Just drank my smoothie"I grin.

" It's your loss , Lily Hackman's cakes are to die for."

"I bet." I roll my eyes as she stuffs too big a slice in her dainty mouth.

I jumped slightly when the office phone rang.

" Hello? , Selena Dwain here."

" Miss Dwain , meet me in my office immediately."Charles Jones' voice.

" Yes Sir." I shoot up from my seat , Bernice glances at me .

" I'll be back " I tell her , walking out of my office.

I press the elevator button , striding in when it opened.
Reaching the 6th floor ,  I head to the secretary's desk and barely speak ,

" Miss Dwain?" The elderly woman smiles at me.

"That's me"I smile back.

"Go on in , Mr Jones is expecting you "

I mutter a quick thank you , knocking lightly on the Boss' door , I entered only when I heard him answer.

" Have a seat "

I do as told.

" Selena , how's work?" He stares at me through his reading glasses.

I blink , "So far so good Sir , I'm working on the Arkman project and a  few more with the team you had me added to. "

He nods , " That's good to hear , but I'd prefer if you work on the Arkman project with Kennedy , the release date of their new product has been shifted forward and we need to show them we're capable of increasing the sales nonetheless." His deep voice commanding authority , a friendly smile on his face.

"Absolutely Sir." I oblige.

" Good , good , since we've sorted that out , you can get back to work now."

" Thank you very much Si-"

" Do well to send Kennedy this envelope on your way to your office , you can properly get acquainted with him while you're at it." He slides a brown envelope to my side of his large office desk.

" Of course. " I take it , walking out of his office and mumbling a goodbye to his secretary on my way.

Moving out of the elevator, I sweep a handful of my brown curly hair off my shoulder and knock on Kennedy Jones' office door lightly.

No response

I try again.

Nothing

I open the door after a minute's wait, stepping into his presence.
He is here , sitting behind a coffee brown desk. A black coat hung over his swivel chair , his elbows firmly rooted , chin on crossed hands .

He's scanning through an open file ,  eyes glimpse my heels and move lazily to my face .

" Have you never heard of the concept of knocking? "

I flinch , lifting my head up to meet his emotionless stare.

"I apologise Sir , I knocked twice alre-"