I scrunch my brow at her and shake my head.
"Even if that were true, which I don't think it is, then he needs to figure that shit out on his own. Unfortunately I might not be here when he does."
"Well, in the mean time I brought home a bottle of champagne. More like smuggled out. I quit tonight so let's both drown our sorrows."
I sit up and place my hand to her back.
"What? Why would you do that?"
"Are you serious? Jackson almost raped you. Do you think I would work for a man like that? No, and I am going to tell everyone I know to stay the hell away from that place."
I flop back down on the bed and stare up at my ceiling.
"Great now we both don't have jobs. How are we going to pay rent?"
Chapter 26 - THE New Job ...
Aria found a job a day after quitting. It took me a month to gain employment, which in this economy is great, if I am going to be honest. I got a call from the large bank, RT Mitchell, last week that I got the position I interviewed for a few days prior as Executive Assistant for their CFO. They even have an in-house development program similar to Mimir and the salary is much better. While I don't understand much about finance I know I can gain some valuable skills that may transfer if I don't want to end up with the company.
Today is my second Monday of my new job. The CFO, Gregory Mitchell III seems like a nice man, if not a bit anti-social. He's in his mid-forties and handsome but extremely shy and never looks me in the eye. Also, he has a weird rule about all women with long hair having their hair up in a bun. I think it's an OCD thing or something. I'm not sure, but he does have some odd tics like that.
I have met a few of the other assistants who seem nice. Oh, who am I kidding, they are boring. No hot looking execs like the Mimir brothers and especially Mr. Payne or cool women like Evaleen. I never thought I would say this, but I even miss Grace, the Mimir receptionist, despite her stalker-ish personality.
Mr. Payne kept me on my toes and challenged me. He allowed me to get to know the people and see different facets of the company. Mr. Mitchell has me scrutinize the bullet points in his PowerPoint presentations. Not the arguments he is making in the slides, but the actual bullet points. We spent twenty minutes yesterday deciding if he should use circles or squares or arrows for the points.
Today should be a lot better. I am to sit in on my first client meeting. Yes, that's how boring this job is that a client meeting where I sit and take notes is the highlight of my week.
Mr. Mitchell's door opens and he turns to me.
"Are you prepared for the meeting, Ms. Drake?"
I stand and grab the backup drive and my laptop.
"Of course, Mr. Mitchell."
"Very good. Shall we?"
He waves his arm and takes off. I watch as his untailored brown suit quickly maneuvers down the white-walled hall and past the plain tan cubicles. Mr. Mitchell is a fast walker. It's not the easiest thing to try and keep up with him in heels. He turns the corner and disappears into a door in the wall. As I enter I notice a large room with some framed motivational posters dotting the wall, a large golden colored wood conference table surrounded by black chairs and a white screen at the end of the room.
"Where is everyone, Mr. Mitchell?"
He runs about the room hooking up his laptop to the projector and adjusting everything to his exact specifications. Seriously, I think the man is on medication, at least, I hope.
"We are a few minutes early. I want to run things by you. Jennifer, the receptionist, is in charge of assisting with refreshments, but if she fails in her duties it is up to you, Ms. Drake, to take over. Do you think you can handle that?"
Oh God, the man is serious. I want to roll my eyes so bad right now.
"Yes, Mr. Mitchell, I can handle getting anyone coffee or tea or whatever they want. I am acquainted as to where the kitchen is located."
He blows a breath out in relief.
"Good. We don't want to make a bad impression."
I walk over and take my seat next to him placing the computer down. We have our backs to the door and I hear some voices flowing inside. I turn to see Mr. Hutchins and Mrs. Colleen strolling in chatting then nod in our direction and take a seat. They are the company lawyers. This must be a big client if the lawyers are present. Mr. Mitchell has yet to inform me what client we are meeting with. Every time I ask he rubs his hands together and becomes giddy then taps the side of his nose with his finger.
A few more people file in that I don't recognize. Suddenly I hear a buzz. There is a black phone in the middle of the table and Mr. Hutchins picks up, says a few things and then hangs up.