HIS STRIPPER, HIS WIFE novel Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

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He didn’t say anything, he just turned and walked toward the far end of the floor, toward the office that had been empty for three months and apparently was not empty anymore, and I sat at my desk and watched him go.

His assistant scurried after him with the folder, the finance head went back to his desk and Amanda walked back to her seat

with her coffee.

I turned back to my screen. “Executive correspondence,” I said under my breath. “That’s me, he asked for me specifically. But why didn’t he say anything?” I thought.

I went back to my expense report and stared at it. Then I typed a full sentence, then deleted it, and then I typed it again. finally decided the numbers could wait, opened a blank document, and sat there.

The morning moved slowly after that, he stayed in his office. The glass walls meant you could see the outline of him at his desk if you were looking, which I was not, not more than a handful of times, which did not count in my books.

By eleven-thirty I had finished the expense report, replied to four emails, helped Amanda find a document she had misfiled. and checked my phone for Emma’s message three separate times even though I had already read it.

I was still turning it over in my mind when Amanda appeared at my desk at twelve on the dot, sliding into the chair across from me like she had been waiting for exactly this moment.

“So…” she said.

“Amanda, I’m working.”

“You’ve been staring at that screen for twenty minutes without touching it.”

“I’m thinking.”

“About?”

“Work,” I said. “Amanda, what do you want?”

She clasped her hands together on my desk. “Mr. Delacroix sent a message.” She paused for just a moment, clearly enjoying this. “He wants you in his office.”

I kept my face very still. This was not the time for my face to do anything interesting.

“Okay,” I said.

I saved the document I had not been writing, picked up my notepad out of muscle memory, and stood up.

“He probably wants to discuss the executive correspondence system,” I said, mostly for myself. “Transition stuff. Very normal.”

“Obviously,” Amanda said, but she was watching me with the kind of attention that meant she was on a mission to connect dots.

I walked across the floor, I kept my steps even and my face as neutral as I can put it. I was a professional woman going to a professional meeting with her professional boss, which was a perfectly normal thing that happened every single day in offices all over the world.

The door was slightly open. 1 knocked anyway.

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His voice was exactly the same as it had been in the meeting, very flat with no warmth. I pushed the door open and stepped inside.

The office smelled like him, same like last night, my nose noticed it immediately and immediately wished it hadn’t.

He was at the desk, reading through a stack of documents. He didn’t look up. I stood in the space between the door and his desk and waited and tried not to look like I was waiting.

“Sir.” I said. “You called for me?”

A few seconds passed, he turned a page and finally looked up.

His face was completely professional, no trace of last night, no trace of the smile from the meeting, nothing. Just that fla attention that I had watched him give every department head on this floor.

“Miss Fernandes,” he said. “How long have you been working here?”

“Close to a year,” I answered.

He looked at me for a moment. “That’s not a correct way to answer, but that’s beside the point.” He set the document down and leaned back slightly in his chair. “I’m restructuring the roles.”

I nodded once. The notepad in my hand was doing nothing, but I held it anyway because it gave my hands something to grip.

“As of tomorrow,” he continued, “you will be moving into a new position.” He paused just long enough for me to sink it in, “Personal assistant.”

“To who?” It was out of my mouth before any part of my brain had approved it.

He looked at me, I looked at him trying my best to put myself together. The pause that followed was the longest six seconds of my professional life.

“See you tomorrow morning,” he said, and looked back down at his documents. “Close the door on your way out.”

“But I…” I tried to say but I couldn’t get the words to come out. I just nodded and walked out of the office.

I pulled the door shut behind me with both hands to make sure I did it quietly, and then I stood in the short hallway outside his office and looked at the wall directly in front of me.

“Personal assistant, huh?” I said to the wall.

I walked back to my desk, I sat down, placed the notepad very carefully to the side and folded my hands on the desk in front of me.

Amanda looked over from across the office, eyebrows raised, I couldn’t see how she was asking the question without asking

“Everything is fine.” I mouthed and she nodded.

But everything was not fine. I turned back to my screen and opened a new document and typed the words “personal assistant in the center of the page and stared at them.

“He couldn’t even answer my question, such a dickhead.” I deleted the words on the screen.

How can someone be that arrogant? did I complain that I didn’t want this position anymore? how can he be so inconsiderate?”

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“Who is that?” Amanda asked from behind me.

“Oh no! Nothing, personal issues.” I quickly said.

“How was it?” she asked. “The meeting?”

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