My Trophy Boy

A1S1: An Office Start

Act 1: Scene 1

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As it should be everything was pristine, organised and ready for my Master.

However, I must rethink my checklist for the morning.

Organised emails, done.
Have the building professionally cleaned at the highest standard- yep, the cleaners came Friday and this morning.
Categorised events in the calendar, check.
A 'today's list'.. mhm.
Track deliveries- sorted they're on the way.
And lastly, supervise my assistant. She's on track with administration as always so I have no concerns for that department.

All is well for this Monday morning despite the weather changing and becoming bleaker. The last of the remaining sunshine has now resided in west Europe abandoning the murky English shores, bringing darkness upon us once again. The vast unpredictable change had caused slight delay in my movements. I enjoy the sun and tend to thrive more when it's around, but there's no excuses to lack form especially when I'm granted the grace to serve my Master.

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"Care for any North Arabian tea or some cake, Sir?" I gestured towards the treats on the trolley which I had received recently. The cakes were local whereas this brew of herbal tea had travelled nearly four thousand miles to get here.

"Tea will suffice for the meantime." He flicked through today's agenda on his tablet with a look of boredom on his face.

I poured the tea into the grey and silver china cups for the both of us before delicately serving him. I was anticipating his reaction towards this new blend that happened to be a gift sent from one of our investors.

"Thank you, Felix." Master looked up into my eyes and gave me a brief nod, showing his appreciation for the dark musky brew.

This was good.
This goes to show the acknowledgment of good business and our successful outcome.

"My pleasure, as per usual Sir." I took a seat before him on the black leather couch.

"Run me through today's schedule." He placed the tablet down on the dark Cypriot-stone coffee table.

"We will spend the morning strategising the company's expansion and discussing cover rearrangements for Sherly's maternity leave." I grabbed my laptop.

"Oh that reminds me." He sighed with slight enthusiasm to his tone.
"We must update our ethos here at L'Dion. It's important we target marginalised demographics to strengthen our diversity with 'out of the box' thinking minds. We need people with experience and the willingness to learn in different environments, from different environments. Our alliance in the east will be sure to keep a watchful eye on our updates and shall be pleased by this development." He exhaled deeply.

I nodded, understanding the assignment.

"It's sacking season so you'll be seeing new faces shortly." I assured him.

He has been complaining about the bland 'Englishness' of this company which doesn't reflect what he appreciates from his own culture.

He may be a white lion, but a lion nonetheless...

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"Good afternoon everyone. The Chief has entrusted me to deliver the announcements for today's assembly." I stated coherently as I set up my presentation.

Those in attendance were all alerted in what I had to say. Many of the junior staff members were surprised to be amongst their fellow superiors in this setting.

"Daren Emerson and his team stand up. Along with Martina Lakovsorska and her team." I commanded, now sitting at the table amongst the attendees.

I had called forward members from the external and internal communications teams.

"I won't waste any more time than I need to, this is serious business." I cracked my neck before getting on with it.
"Mr Emerson, you and your team have created major delays in the entire depart from the beginning of this term. I've received more than five reports criticising your leadership. I set up a private investigation to observe your conduct and I have primary source evidence that shows me that you are no longer fit to run the external coms team. In fact, all you that are in Daren's team will write me a personal statement to tell me your faults and your skills in attempt to save your own position here at this company. Oh, except from Charlie Willson and Connie McGregor who will leave this office immediately and not return. Reason being, for violating code K:47. I'll save you both the embarrassment from exploiting what you did, so goodbye!" I felt the heat rise in my fingertips as I waved them goodbye.

The couple that were being inappropriate in the office had sheepish red faces, but quickly gathered their things before exciting. Daren had a look of disbelief, unsure to stay or leave.

"Y-you have no right to fire me!" He bursted, catching everyone's attention.

"If you don't make an exit within the next ten seconds, security will drag you out like a twisted rag." I shook my head.

I knew this hunk was as stupid as he looked. He liked to act all macho, when the big boss wasn't around.

"Twink bastard, you better hope to never run into me again." He muttered before stomping out like an aggravated child.

I heard him loud and clear though. Was I offended? No. However, correction, he best pray he never has to run into me again otherwise he will be my prey.

I got up and passed the external coms department a form to fill in so they can input their details and fill out their personal statements. Once I was done I pointed towards Martina and her whole team.

"You can all leave as well, except from Martina. Martina you can fill out one of these forms too if you choose to stay. However, you will be demoted." I offered her the form.

She took it with a stern look on her face.

"Thank you." She nodded, before getting on with it.

Once the waste emptied the conference room I could get on with talking about the 'what went wrongs' and 'even better ifs' of the term. This company must operate at the highest standard without any stupid mistakes and liabilities.

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It was lunchtime and my boss and I were indulging ourselves at a seafood restaurant.

"So, I need proposals for an apprenticeship scheme done for tomorrow."

"Understood. I already have the internal strategist devising up an advert as we dine." I smiled, gleeful that I am good at thinking ahead.

"You're a slick pussy, Felix, you know that?" He raised his glass of champagne towards me.

I briefly nodded with a soft shrug. "So you've told me before."

"You've been trained handsomely." He complimented, making me feel slight goosebumps and tingles in areas I shall not describe or think too much about.

Nothing brings me more joy than serving and pleasing my Master.