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The poor bespectacled kid was fresh out of college and in her first role as a Personal Assistant in one of the biggest companies this side of the country. Three weeks on the job and she had already been reduced to a nervous wreck."Yes, Miss Coy?" Jennifer responded, immediately jumping out of her seat and hurrying through the door. She shook herself out of her distraction and showed him to the waiting area for his interview.Megan watched it close behind her and admitted to herself that things could always be worse. Brash and outgoing, she was only in her late twenties but had somehow found a way to slide through the gaps into middle management. I mean yes, Miss Coy, but I'll get you another one right now.""No, you won't Jennifer. Megan raised an eyebrow and pushed another resum her way. "Now this looks interesting..."David didn't have much experience behind him for the position. For that reason alone, Megan happily added David's paperwork to her pile. When he first came into the office, even Megan found herself wondering dreamily what sport he played in high school. All in all, he was in Stephanie's office longer than Megan expected but when they came out, Stephanie's giggling, flirty manner told her everything she needed to know. Her boss had a major crush on him and quite frankly, her overt efforts at playful banter were embarrassing.The fact that she was a failed actress may have had something to do with her ability to manipulate people but she still created drama wherever she went. In fact, her looks had carried her half the distance. I'm so sorry, I...""Do you expect me to drink a full fat latt? I can't have incompetent nitwits like you in my department. You've crossed the line this time."Jennifer's mouth dropped. You know, just to see if that makes a difference."She hung up the phone without another word. The faster she found the bitch another victim, the sooner she could at least get back to her own work."Nope," said Stephanie nonchalantly, leaning back in her executive seat and throwing the resum in the waste basket. "Megan stood on the other side of the desk, folder in hand. I can't have people like this doing my typing if they probably don't even speak good English."Megan peered down at the African-American man's picture and profile information. In fact, his resum had been left on her desk with a note attached to consider him for the role, signed by Alison Fayre, the regional director herself. As it turned out, he was just as good looking as in his photo. Around David, Stephanie was a different person and not just because she was obviously spending a lot more time in the mornings doing her hair and makeup.
She was a natural blonde but had for years dyed her shoulder-length hair a deep burgundy red, matching her fiery temper. "But....""Get your things and have security escort you out. I now have to spend part of the day trying to find a replacement." Stephanie pointed to the door, tossing the cup of coffee into the waste basket with just the same amount of care that she'd fired Jennifer. She had barely looked at the credentials but had instead peered at the image provided with the paperwork before making up her mind. She pulled another shortlisted candidate from the pile and handed it to her boss. "But he was born and raised in New York."Stephanie crumpled the file into a ball."I have a lot of important data to take care of. Megan assumed he was a relative or friend and she simply shrugged, happy that Alison had had the grace to leave the decision in her hands and not simply force her to shortlist him. Dark hair, cheekbones to die for and a bright smile. She was smiley and peppy, not the sour grump everyone else knew her to be.Her skin was creamy white and just a few tiny freckles dotted the bridge of her petite, upturned nose. The young girl hesitated for a moment, then turned to leave. A second later, Stephanie huffed and looked at Megan with disbelief."... Then again, when David wasn't around, her more familiar traits returned. After all, it wasn't his fault that the bitch was just trying to get into his pants. He worked casually at his own pace and Stephanie never complained to him once about his performance like she had with Jennifer or any of the other ousted assistants. I'm so lucky we found you."David shrugged, looking a little shy.Her stunning eyes were a steel blue and both her cheeks and jaw line were pronounced, accentuated by her constant strict expression. From outside the office, Megan saw Jennifer emerge, shaking like a leaf and suddenly bursting into tears as she ran to the restroom. post and compile resums for the position by the end of the week. Other perfectly good candidates had lost out on the job and although David was a nice guy, Megan felt yet another pang of distrust for the system. His pearly whites couldn't remain hidden and Stephanie bit her lip, thinking just how true that statement was. I'll have them done by midday.""Oh, just whenever they're ready, I'm not in a hurry," she winked and tossed her hair back from her shoulder, running a hand through her burgundy locks. Since you're new here and we haven't really had a chance to get to know each other, I was thinking we should grab dinner tomorrow night after work.She was slim too but her hips were wide and her legs were a little thicker than they could have been, owing to years of dance classes. That day, she was wearing a designer business suit, her skirt neatly clinching her trim waist and her white blouse hugging her pert B-cup breasts. Forgetting her own troubles, she got up and hurried after her, hoping the kid wasn't going to have to go into therapy. By the time she got back to her desk, Megan had managed to comfort Jennifer just enough to make sure the girl wouldn't throw herself out the nearest window and could compose herself to where she could pile her things into a cardboard box and leave the building, which she did with streaming eyes and many sympathetic glances."Great..." Megan muttered under her breath as she saw the new pile of folders waiting for her on her desk with a post-it note on top that simply read:'Jennifer's files. "I forgot to mention," said Stephanie on the other end of the line. After two weeks of him on the job, Stephanie decided she couldn't wait any longer and approached David's desk, perching seductively on the edge. You know, to make sure we're on the same wavelength.