Cum_Inside
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She sputtered momentarily, honestly doubting that very much. It startled a laugh out of her. “Oh, I think we’re a long way off from that yet,” she said honestly, rising to her feet. “I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt though.” Her belongings were all picked up from earlier so she grabbed her clipboard from the desk and reached for her bag.
“I’ll be leaving now, sir. I wouldn’t want to keep you any longer and I have a proposal to work on,” as she treaded to the door quietly. “If there’s anything you need you know how to reach me,” she commented before ducking out of his office and casually strolling back to her own.
She pondered on the two substantially different facets of his personality she had seen in the last two days. This one made more sense to her; firm, sharp-minded, but still able to provide room for compromise leaned more to his successful business enterprise. The Carter she had met yesterday was more wickedly unpredictable and ruthless, but it also played a seamless role - a man didn’t get to the top without knowing how to cut others’ down. She could see how both aspects melded to create the man he was and as much as she really felt uncomfortable and still a tad angry, she couldn’t begrudge him for much of anything (except his raw handprint on her ass!).
Anna worked tirelessly on the proposal through her lunch, having many ideas and suggestions she wanted to pass on before they slipped from her mind. Although she was a good worker, she tended to lose her trains of thought pretty easily, just as if they were grains of sand in the gaps between her fingers. By the time she came up for air, it was late in the afternoon and her coworkers were getting ready to leave. There were only some finishing touches she had left to apply and figured that she might as well complete those in the morning.
She wondered if he was still in his office or whether he was in a meeting. Maybe he’d even left by now. She considered calling up to Joanna and checking, but then she remembered that she now had a line to his cell. Hesitantly, her fingers hovered over the number (she still hadn’t put in a contact name yet), before she selected to edit the contact information. She chose her favourite nickname for him - “sanctimonious prick” - before she sent him a quick message asking for his email. She mentioned that she could send the proposal to him if he was too busy to go over it in person tomorrow and to please get back to her, keeping it short and professional.
That night as she relaxed in the bubbles of the tub, she thought back to today’s events. The sick feeling had mostly disappeared, muted beneath his odd personality change this morning, but it still niggled at her deep inside. He had been perfectly civil, pleasant even, and it brought to her mind the of the calm before the storm. She decided that all she could do was work quietly on this project, complete it, and put her head down as she stepped back into the shadows of the marketing department once more in relative safety. Hopefully his fascination with her would disappear as he became busier with other issues and their contact dwindled into nothing. After all, what business did she have to think the CEO would seek continued presence in her life after her usefulness to him had run dry? She prayed this would be the case.
Sleep came quickly as she tucked herself in and she felt re-energized the next morning as she dressed and got ready for work, basking in the peace of her routine. She hadn’t bothered to check her phone all morning and therefore didn’t know if Carter had responded; he hadn’t last night by the time she had crawled under the covers to have a sleepy good night chat with Simon over the tinny reception of the hospital break room. Anna had a bad habit of that - her parents complained that she didn’t keep her phone close enough and therefore wasn’t available more often than not.
Her whimsical ways meant that she actually lost it quite frequently. Her family and friends were used to it by now, but it probably wasn’t a good idea when you were trying to get off on a better foot with your hard-ass of a boss. There was a response waiting, but she didn’t bother to check it until she was already seated at her desk preparing to complete the draft.
“I’ll be leaving now, sir. I wouldn’t want to keep you any longer and I have a proposal to work on,” as she treaded to the door quietly. “If there’s anything you need you know how to reach me,” she commented before ducking out of his office and casually strolling back to her own.
She pondered on the two substantially different facets of his personality she had seen in the last two days. This one made more sense to her; firm, sharp-minded, but still able to provide room for compromise leaned more to his successful business enterprise. The Carter she had met yesterday was more wickedly unpredictable and ruthless, but it also played a seamless role - a man didn’t get to the top without knowing how to cut others’ down. She could see how both aspects melded to create the man he was and as much as she really felt uncomfortable and still a tad angry, she couldn’t begrudge him for much of anything (except his raw handprint on her ass!).
Anna worked tirelessly on the proposal through her lunch, having many ideas and suggestions she wanted to pass on before they slipped from her mind. Although she was a good worker, she tended to lose her trains of thought pretty easily, just as if they were grains of sand in the gaps between her fingers. By the time she came up for air, it was late in the afternoon and her coworkers were getting ready to leave. There were only some finishing touches she had left to apply and figured that she might as well complete those in the morning.
She wondered if he was still in his office or whether he was in a meeting. Maybe he’d even left by now. She considered calling up to Joanna and checking, but then she remembered that she now had a line to his cell. Hesitantly, her fingers hovered over the number (she still hadn’t put in a contact name yet), before she selected to edit the contact information. She chose her favourite nickname for him - “sanctimonious prick” - before she sent him a quick message asking for his email. She mentioned that she could send the proposal to him if he was too busy to go over it in person tomorrow and to please get back to her, keeping it short and professional.
That night as she relaxed in the bubbles of the tub, she thought back to today’s events. The sick feeling had mostly disappeared, muted beneath his odd personality change this morning, but it still niggled at her deep inside. He had been perfectly civil, pleasant even, and it brought to her mind the of the calm before the storm. She decided that all she could do was work quietly on this project, complete it, and put her head down as she stepped back into the shadows of the marketing department once more in relative safety. Hopefully his fascination with her would disappear as he became busier with other issues and their contact dwindled into nothing. After all, what business did she have to think the CEO would seek continued presence in her life after her usefulness to him had run dry? She prayed this would be the case.
Sleep came quickly as she tucked herself in and she felt re-energized the next morning as she dressed and got ready for work, basking in the peace of her routine. She hadn’t bothered to check her phone all morning and therefore didn’t know if Carter had responded; he hadn’t last night by the time she had crawled under the covers to have a sleepy good night chat with Simon over the tinny reception of the hospital break room. Anna had a bad habit of that - her parents complained that she didn’t keep her phone close enough and therefore wasn’t available more often than not.
Her whimsical ways meant that she actually lost it quite frequently. Her family and friends were used to it by now, but it probably wasn’t a good idea when you were trying to get off on a better foot with your hard-ass of a boss. There was a response waiting, but she didn’t bother to check it until she was already seated at her desk preparing to complete the draft.
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