My new secretary

Note: From chapter 36 is "Mike pov"

*Next Week*

strolled down the hallway of the company, my black costly shoe clicking quietly on the tiled floor as the tails of my trench coat rustled behind me with each step and taking. I had the earpiece of my glasses between my teeth as I started to remove my sunglasses from my face. In one hand I held the largest cup of coffee that the gas station on my way to work sold, I think it was 20 ounces, but I would have liked it if the cup were at least twice that size. I was dressed the way that I usually dressed for work, a pair of Dockers, a button down dress shirt and a pair of loafers. Today the Dockers were black and the shirt was white. I absently let my sunglasses slip into my breast pocket finally freeing the other glasses from my mouth so that I could drink some of the coffee that my body was begging for. The coffee had already begun to cool from its exposure to the cold winter morning outside.

My office was situated in a corner of the building that sometimes gave me the feeling of being in a closet. Personally, I thought it was funny and actually preferred being lost in the labyrinth of corridors as I was. It was a rather small office that had an equal small waiting room of sorts in front of the door. Actually the waiting room was just a wide section of the hallway where a chair had been placed against one wall and a small desk for a secretary against the other. The whole area had originally had an antiseptic hospital appearance to it, which I had tried to rectify. In actually I ended up created what seemed like a teenagers room with cheap carpet and a couple of ratty posters.

However, my previous secretary had taken it upon herself to help me do a better job. As a result, there was a nice patch of dark blue carpet that covered the waiting area and the walls had been painted in a soothing cream color with two tastefully framed prints from some famous artist that I had never heard of before. Unfortunately for me, the secretary had retired about a week ago leaving me once again on my own.

Although, my new secretary was much more interesting to look at than had been the other one, although I did wish that she would dress a little more suggestively than she did.

At the time that my previous secretary had retired, there had been quite a fight within the secretary pool as different people jockeyed and tried to get the position. I'm not entirely certain why they thought that I would not hear about what they said and why they wanted the position, but they had spoken quite freely. This attitude prompted me to insist on interviewing the people and I choose whom I wanted rather than the customary assignment system that we the company stake holders employed.

Apparently, many people had the opinion that I was easy to work for, I did not ask my secretary to do a whole lot and actually did a fair amount of their work myself. This led to a general opinion that working for me was the ideal place to be as there was hardly ever anything to do. I thought that that assessment was fairly accurate, however, I did not want someone unwilling to help me as my secretary, which gave me the idea of the interviews.

I asked each person why they wanted to work with me; most of them gave me some rehearsed answer about wanting to learn more about computers or some other kind of bullshit. However, the one that I chose, a lady named Raylene, actually gave me an honest answer. She had said that she heard that I did not give a heavy workload to my secretary and since she was going to night school she hoped to have some time to study.

Anybody who was willing to go to night school and be honest was someone I wanted. It caused quite a stir, but I insisted on having her and eventually got my way, after the computer systems within the personnel department mysteriously crashed and could not be brought back online, it seems everyone needs their access to the Internet. Raylene had been my secretary now for two weeks.

I rounded the last corner and found myself in my little waiting room. Raylene was sitting behind her little desk; it was one of those cheap wood things from Wal-Mart. She had her flat screen monitor on one corner of the desk, her phone on the other and an open textbook in the middle. It was almost comical as I looked at her, the first time I had seen this I thought she was asleep.

Her face was close to the book and her long brown hair had fallen all around her head, given the impression that she was actually sleeping on the book. But, I now new better. She was majoring in psychology and had just begun her senior year. I figured that meant she would only be with me for another year, but I tried not to think about that too much. She was wearing a long yellow dress. The dress, if she were standing, would come down to her ankles. The neckline was a little low and gave a hint of the sizeable cleavage that she could display if she so chose, however, she kept it buttoned up and revealed next to nothing save for a small V coming down from her throat. I don't want to display my real character to her, I decided to calm myself down with her since I have others girls satisfying my sexual desires.

"Looks fun." I said as I placed my coffee cup on an edge of her desk. She jumped slightly and then looked up, using her hands to brush the hair back from her face and over her shoulders. Her hair was pretty long and surprisingly thick. She wore a delicate pair of wire frame glasses that perched on her equally delicate nose. Even though she had only been with me for a couple of weeks, we had developed a friendship of sorts. Which means that she did claim sexual harassment for the crude or suggestive comments that I sometimes threw at her.