My Boss and I

[HughTheQuietOne]

ooc: looking for a women in her late 30s to play my boss. Typical female boss type, strong dresser, powerful, sultry. I'll let you describe yourself.

Hugh. 28, 5'8'', slim build, blond cropped hair. Casual slacks, white shirts, no tie.

I'd been working at this company for a couple of months. I'd not met my actual boss at the interview, she'd been away on business. I'd heard things about her from the other guys there but didn't know whether my taste was the same as theirs. "Hot" they said. "But scary". I've never found women scary so brushed this thought off.

My desk was in the corner of the room. Hers was opposite mine, and vacant for my first 2 weeks. There were several others in the room but no-one else was at the office that day she returned.

I heard an unfamiliar footstep walking down the corridor. The door sprung open.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Sarah Kennington

Sarah paced down the corridor of the building on the way to her office.
She was not happy.
It had taken longer than expected to sort out negotiations with the French businessmen, and they had proved remarkably sexist.
English Education, European ancestry and a long-term knowledge of the business.
What else did they want for God’s sake?
What was the point in asking for an expert to come in and make recommendations for cost cutting and streamlining or modernisation if they were unwilling to take the advice they were paying so well for?

Sarah swung the door open and looked across the empty office.
Her red hair was pinned high on her head.
Her burgundy skirt clung to her slim hips and was cut to just above knee level.
The jacket was smart and tailored, fitting just right to minimise the swell of the bosom secured beneath it.
Her eyes rested on her new employee.
Casual to the point of sloppiness!

That was another reason she had wanted to get home earlier.
It was bad enough that they had appointed this … boy … in her absence, but he had had a fortnight to get into a poor routine and by the look of him she was going to have her work cut out for her!

She sighed and marched wordlessly past him slamming her door behind her.
She threw her briefcase down, then immediately picked up the phone.

Outside the phone on his desk rang.
He picked it up.

”Yes..?”

Sarah grimaced at his casual and timid response.

”I do hope you have been instructed how to answer the telephone correctly,”

She snapped, thinking a junior could do better, then focused on the job in hand.

”I want you in my office in ten minutes time… and try to smarten up a bit first!”

She banged the phone down.

“Please God, let him at least have a jacket or a tie hidden about somewhere,”
She muttered, knowing that it was unlikely.
She turned her attention to her brief case and pulled out the papers she had brought back with her. Sarah usually enjoyed the challenge of the job, but this had really exasperated her!

Her job was not a popular one, especially when redundancies were on the cards, but she hated weakness.
She was ruthless and bit the bullet. She made the recommendations and finally common sense won through and she got the businesses to take the unsentimental approach. Sarah was ever practical and very persuasive!
But this time it had been different!
There must be another way, they had insisted.
And it was this that had led to additional and in Sarah’s mind pointless paperwork.

Eventually she had come up with an alternative solution, which enabled them to retain all the key jobs and redeploy the other workers.
It wasn’t as profitable, but it was workable.
They were elated, but Sarah was disgusted!
More work for less benefit. She just couldn’t see the point of that!
And to top it all, she now had to spend the next week putting the idea into yet another formal presentation!

She had hoped that this new recruit could be trusted to go over and present the new package officially.
That would show them that she now felt it below her notice, but from the look of him as she glanced at him through the glass of her office, he wouldn’t last five minutes here, let alone over in Paris!

It was going to be a long day and an even longer week!
She sighed.
Where the hell was her bloody coffee!?!?

 

[HughTheQuietOne]

ooc: sorry it's been a few days - i'm composing my reply now and will get it up soon.

Delicious - nice character! this could be good.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Hello ...

OOC:

I just jumped in, glad you don't mind.
I assumed this thread had been ditched.
Glad to see you returned.
Nice to meet you Hugh!

Look forward to your posting!

{{{huggs}}}
DM x

 

[HughTheQuietOne]

That was quite some entrance. He hadn't been expecting that. In fact, it had taken several seconds before he had realised that *she* was his boss, hence his apparent sloppy answering of the telephone.

He shook himself, at once scared and excited. This looked like a woman who knew what she wanted and where she was going, not a mamby-pamby type that would just flutter her eyelids to get a deal. No, this was someone who commanded respect and also appeared to deserve it.

He'd been forwarned that she didn't like sloppy dressers and had come prepared - he opened the top drawer of his desk to reveal a dark tie. Putting it on he checked his reflection in the mirror. Amazing what a difference it made! He picked up his glasses from next to the telephone where they had been put only a matter of seconds before she had entered the room. The transformation was complete. He took a deep breath and was about to open the door to her office when the memory of her legs filled his mind. "Don't look at her legs," he muttered under his breath and knocked twice before pushing open the door boldly.

"Miss Taylor, you asked..." he started. She was sat to one side of her desk, bending over to pick up some sheets she had dropped. She had unbuttoned her jacket, revealing a cleavage like a pair of ripe fruits pressed together, as if reaching out for the sunshine. He managed to avert his eyes just in time as she looked up towards the open door.

She looked straight at him as she straightned herself up and buttoned up her jacket once more. "Well, come in then and close the door." She looked him over and in a second felt herself softening. This was no sloppy boy, this was a clean, pressed Clark Kent of a man. "Don't look at the legs" Hugh repeated to himself in his head. She smiled at him, beconing first to the chair and then to the coffee tray. "Sorry I was a bit brash just then, bad meeting." came her apology. Hugh half smiled half shrugged back at her. Accepted. She smiled at him, more warmly now and held out her hand. "Call me Sarah."

High's mind was racing. "Hi... Sarah," he said softly as he held her hand in his.