Mr. Arrogant

Chapter Four

Mr. Proud

Joshua got off at the accounting floor, level five. And Layla got off at the technology department, level ten.

As soon as we lost sight of Joshua as the elevator door closed, Layla took her time to rip into me.

"Zara, my girl. Make sure to be confident and not like your usual shy self or you're never going to get the respect needed from your dickhead boss. Stand on your two feet and look down at him. The big boss should know you are not one to be played with."

"Um..Layla, I can't actually do that."

"Yes you can. You have to show that you are good at coddling the childish clients and boss, but you have to show that steel backbone of yours. Don't bend over for anyone, do you understand me?"

"Sure, don't be too nice and try standing on my feet while looking down at my boss. Got it." Laughing, I say, "Woman, I have my bearings. But you have a good first day. Establish your presence."

"Duh! The boys all need to know that this Mama isn't here to play." Giving her a look, "Fine, maybe a few may be my potential playthings."

Giggling, we give each other hugs and like that, Layla is off to her first day.

Taking a deep breath, I press the shiny brass button, floor 115. The elevator inches up, slowly. Floor by floor, my anxiety starts to grow.

Gripping my badge, I came up with a game plan.

First, look around and size up all the workers and see how much better I am compared to them.

Second, give Mr. Wachler a good impression by being attentive to his likes and dislikes. Then the next day, pay close attention to the likes, getting onto his good side.

Third, talk around. Being my shy self, it's going to take time to make friends. But I have a feeling that I may need allies when dealing with this new boss. Maybe ask people if I could sit with them during lunch. This way, I can make friends and get deets on the company.

Five minutes later, the elevator door dings and opens up to my floor. Stepping out, a woman greets me with a smile.

"Hello, I'm Amber. How can I help you?" A girl with pixie-like features greets me. Golish eyes stare back at me with curiosity and caution. Her mocha complexion throws off the whole perception of her face. But Amber plays both assets well. A tight silver dress clings to her figure, the color of the dress emphasizing her eyes and making her skin pop. This girl shouldn't be stuck behind an uncomfortable looking, steel desk but posing at a shoot. Her picture should be all over the billboards littering the city.

"Hi! I'm the new assistant for Mr. Ronnie Wachler, my name is Zara Hamilton." Proud that my voice didn't shake, I looked at Amber with a smile. At first, in shock, she looked at me. Then clicking into business mode she asks for my badge. Showing it to her, she enters all my information into the big Mac laptop in front of her. After that, she calls me closer.

"Okay, here's the thing. You are officially the 16th assistant for Mr. Ronnie and bets are being made on how long you stay. Many people are going to give you a hard time but I have a good feeling about you. Just keep your head screwed on right and just concentrate on your work. If you ever need help, I'm here. My number is placed on your desk, so if you need advice, just pick up the phone. I'm up for a chat. Trust me, you will need to chat with someone at times because your boss is that bad" Giving my badge back, she points down the hallway to her right. "Mr. Wachler's office is the last door in the hallway. Don't worry you'll find it. He has his name plastered on it." With a laugh she continues, "Your office is to the right of his, it's pretty big so get comfy and make it homey. You'll be spending a lot of late nights there."