Million Dollar Assistant

Chapter 4

"Why is it that they chose to go with Nebula and Partners and not us?" Morgan had lifted herself off her seat, both palms slammed on the boardroom table.

Damon had just walked in with her and the rest of the meeting members coffee. 

"You're late!" Her voice was harsher than usual. 

It had been almost a month since Damon had been working for her, and he had not yet been promoted beyond the duties of a lowly intern. He was frustrated and sleep deprived, as he had quickly learnt, to get Morgan Alccott's 9am coffee to her before 9am, he had to get a early start to his day. On top of that, she did not let him leave until much later into the night. He had thought he could request overtime to deter her from requesting these things until he had read his employee contract, especially regarding his three month probation. 

"I apologize, but both the coffee shop and the public transport was busier than usual, I am lucky I got here without spilling anything in my rush."

Morgan glared at Damon from across the room, not appreciating the flimsy excuse or backchat. 

"Put the coffee down and make sure Ms Tabeth and yourself are prepared for our end of the month management report." Morgan was biting hard down on her jaw.

"End of the month management report?" Damon, caught off by Morgan's intensely angry gaze, made the mistake of repeating. 

Morgans already narrowed eyes, narrowed even more, the gap between her eyebrows pinching. A look that said, not now Pinchot, a look a Damon had become accustomed to in the past four weeks of his employment. He placed the coffee down, accepting defeat this one time, but a promise of revenge as he gritted his teeth, once again being hamulated and treated like a mere intern in front of esteemed members of Ms Alcott's board. 

"A management report? She never mentioned anything about a management report!" Damon was fuming to Rachel, pacing back and forth in front of Rachel's desk, in Ms Alcott's lobby. He ran both his fists through his hair, disshelving his usual neat appearance. 

"Um... Mr Pinchott..." Rachel tried to interject, staring doe eyed at the flustered Damon, hugging her clipboard, as she watch him pacing back and forth before her, "It's Damon, Rachel, how many times..." 

Rachel took a pile of papers stapled together and shoved it into Damon's arms, "Please look on page 6, paragraph 3." She squeezed her eyes shut, not really wanting to hold him accountable. 

Damon stared at her momentarily, paged to the part she mentioned, his eyes skimming over the papers Morgan had given him his first day, "... and shall provide a report at the monthly management meeting regarding progress of the team and potential prospects as well as all opportunities and their opposition... " he mumbled to himself, licking his lips, and swallowing hard as his mouth was suddenly dry. 

"Did you not read over your duties?" Rachel almost whimpered. 

"My duties? ... I have been reduced to nothing more than a intern the past month." Damon was incredulous. 

"Damon..." Rachel, using his first name out of character and giving him a attempt at a stern look, but was more like a pouting child. 

"Okay fine, I only ready the first 3 pages. To be fair, Ms Alcott's coffee schedule being at the top of the list and marked urgent, made me assume the rest of the duties were also as over dramatized." Damon, fixed his hair sighing. 

"Mr Pinchott. No wonder we lost this contract to Nebula and Partners!" Rachel's voice was disappointed, "Yes you're Ms Alcott's Personal Assistant, yes, sometimes your duties are reduced to that of an intern, so are mine, but as her closest subordinates and the people at her forefront we hold the most important of responsibilities." Rachel was frowning intensely now, Damon realized he had hit a nerve, in someone who tended to be sweet and accepting. 

"Why on earth do you think that Ms Alcott's sister held this role before you, and why Ms Alcott has taken almost a year to fill the position!" Rachel was scolding him now, fists at her side, in one the clipboard she had been hugging. 

Damon swallowed hard and sighed, "I'm sorry Rachel."

"Its Ms Tabeth," Rachel glared at him, "Now if you'll excuse me, I am going to try and scrape together some resemblance of a report you were meant to present, before Ms Alcott murders us both." with that Rachel brushed past him, making her way to the elevator, pressing the button. 

"One last thing Mr Pinchott," Rachel's eyes held contempt, "Ms Alcott ran your CV by me as well. Although I am her Receptionist, me and her sister, Mrs Biggs, had a tendency to juggle multiple duties," she paused as the elevator dinged, "Although this company holds many astute individuals and brilliant minds, Ms Alcott is adamant about the  skillset those at the forefront of this company hold," the elevator doors opened and Rachel held her arm out too keep them from closing, "I asked Ms Alcott to give you chance, because you seemed qualified and she seemed tired, and I thought perhaps you would provide a perspective we have yet to see," Rachel stepped into the elevator and selected her floor and as the doors closed, finished her point with, " I am rather disappointed that Ms Alcott seems right about you." 

Damon was left with those infuriating words, he stared at the now closed elevator doors, clenching his fists. It now made even more sense to him how the sweet and approachable Rachel Tabeth had worked for Morgan Alcott, these many years. Although the girl was timid and seemingly a push over, her respect for Morgan, caused her to push her limits and have a loyalty most berrated by the infamous Alcott would not.

Damon sighed. He picked up the stapled together list of responsibilities, Rachel had reminded him of and made the point to for the first time, read through them thoroughly, not wanting a mishap like this to present itself in the future. 

Never again, would he want to hear the words, It seems Ms Alcott was right about you, even recalling it now, made his blood boil.