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Personal Space

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Scott

It is a Monday morning. I get ready for work as usual and drive to work with four cars trailing me: two before me and two after. It’s a normal mundane Monday until I walk into my office and see an entirely new face putting my desk in order.
“Um, lady? What do you think you are doing?”
She spins around slowly like she had been caught in a crime and a pair of forest green eyes meet my blue ones. She is dressed like a professional in a straight skirt and a paper thin shirt. Her dark hair is in a high ponytail and her flats are sensible looking at best.
“Mr. Manley!” she exclaims, lifting a hand to her forehead. “You scared me. Phew! I just thought I should arrange your desk, you know. It looks crowded with all those papers and stuff.”
“I don't know you. Who allowed you in here and where is Fina, my secretary?” Josephina is my secretary but she is missing from her spot in her corner.
The stranger nibbles on her lower lip and sucks it in, pouting a little. She looks distressed and confused.
“Sir, Miss Fina quit yesterday. I am your new secretary.”

Davina

I am confused. The man I'm supposed to be working for doesn't even know who I am. I had applied for this job a year ago but was placed in the waiting list. Just yesterday, I was called by the personnel manager to resume today. Overjoyed, I rushed to SkyLine to confirm my employment. I was given a tag, a spare key to Mr. Manley's office and a bulgy file for making appointments.
“Fina quit? When did this happen?”
He asks, getting angry.
“Miss Gionna would know better.” She is his personnel manager. He frowns at me and makes a call to Gionna. It is heated from the deep frowns and loud words but I stay out of it, picking the trash. He finally puts down the phone and glances at me curiously.
“What is your name anyways?”
“Davina. Davina Clarke.”
“Okay, Miss Clarke...” he begins but I cut in.
“Call me Davina. Everybody does,” I instruct and he frowns again.
“Well, I'm not everybody, Miss Clarke,” he counters, looking down at me. “I'm your boss and this is a workplace. Now..”
“But my sister is Miss Clarke and it could get weird along the way.”
“Miss Clarke, you have a nasty habit of cutting in while I am still speaking. I loathe it and I wish you'd stop.”
He stands above me, saying words and immaculately dressed. His tie is a bit crooked and I notice immediately because, well, knots are my thing.
“Your tie is all wrong, Mr. Manley,” I utter and before he could say another word, I move forward and grab a hold on his tie. He rests against his table while I get to work on the tie. In seconds, I'm done and I smoothen my craft, forgetting whom he is for a second. He groans in his throat and I jump out of his personal space. He looks sad but I’m not sure because he immediately walks out of the office. Now, what have I done?