In love with her playboy boss By Anon. Chapter 1: “Sarah!”, her boss barked from his office. “This memo will not type itself”, he continued to mutter incoherently under his breath. “Coming, Boss”, Sarah retorted cheekily, as she sashayed into his enjoining office, and took a seat in the leather chair across from him, his wide expanse of a deep dark wood desk, trimmed with leather, separating them. She looked at him squarely as she waited for him to begin his diction. She surveyed his strikingly handsome features - his angular jaw – with its 5pm shadow, despite it only being mid afternoon, and well-formed bone structure. Despite his grueling work hours, he always hit the tar daily at 4am for his 10km run – despite the season, so his muscular torso was very evident beneath his collared shirt. Sarah has been working for Matt for over three years now. He always treated her as his efficient PA and did not even realise that she has been nursing a crush on him ever since she first set eyes on him. After a spate of P.As, and having almost given up on being able to find him a suitable one, the agency sent to Sarah to Matt’s offices. The instructions were clear to her: steer clear of the temperamental man as much as possible, be equipped to deal with his many break ups with socialites, and be prepared to work long and grueling hours. What they actually meant by “be equipped to deal with his many break ups with socialites” was that Sarah would be the one to procure the 2 white roses with a “Sorry it didn’t work out. Yours, Matt” note to be dispensed to each conquest Matt grew tired of. She was also the one who had to comfort these women he tired off. Sarah was a no nonsense PA. She kept her hair severely slicked back and wore clothes which gave nothing, of what’s beneath, away. She had to drop out of law school in order to financially take care of her mum when her dad suddenly passed away leaving a mountain of debt for the small family. Sarah focused on her responsibilities and despite her crush on her boss, she maintained an air of professionalism. When Matt was done dictating the memo to her, she immediately got off her chair to leave his office. “Sit”, he curtly ordered. “There are a few more things I want you to take care of for me. Send the mandatory 24 white roses to Kathy. Offer her my apologies that things didn’t work out between us. God knows she was too high maintenance so brace yourself for the recriminations from her…countless phone calls can be expected, I’m sure! Please call Faber in Cape Town and confirm my attendance at the gala. And one more thing. Please get yourself something decent to wear and some bright red lipstick to add some colour to your face. Now that Kathy is out of the picture, I will need someone to accompany me to Cape Town to attend the gala evening. You will have to do”. Sarah’s head snaps up and she splutters out an argument, “No Matt! I really can’t. I cannot leave my Mum for an entire weekend. Please can we break up with Kathy after the gala?” Matt’s eyes bores into Sarah’s and he quietly and deliberately says, “Sarah. You will send Kathy the roses. Today. Please make arrangements with someone to take care of your mum. Put it on my account. And you may have tomorrow afternoon to your disposal to shop for a dress. A little black number preferably.” “But…but..I-I-I”, Sarah splutters. “No Sarah. No arguments. That will be all. I need to make some international calls now. Close the door on your way out”. With that, Matt swivels in his chair so that his back is to Sarah and as he punches numbers into the phone, she has no option but to exit his office. To be continued
Posted on: Sun, 15 Sep 2013 19:15:34 +0000
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