The Business Trip

CHAPTER 5 - The Office

CHAPTER 5

I lay there in my underwear after he'd shut the door, gazing into thin air. I didn't want him to leave and judging by the look on his face, he didn't want to leave either. Rolling over onto my side, I flicked the lamp light off and closed my eyes...

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I woke on Wednesday morning feeling surprisingly refreshed. My eyes were wider and I felt sexier. Last night made me feel new and I had finally let loose. I showered, and dressed into something more special. New underwear, cream coloured heels, cream blouse and a flared skirt. I knotted my hair into a loose bun with odd ringlets of hair framing my face. I reached Chrysler HQ at 8:50 and seated myself around the glass meeting table. I heard the door knob turn. Marshall! I shuffled my hair and sat sexily in my seat. He walked through the door.

Oh. It was Mr Aiman. I instantly sat upright and greeted him professionally. I glanced up enthusiastically every time someone walked through, thinking it was Marshall. Looking down disappointedly as soon as I saw their faces. Everyone had entered by 9:00 except Marshall. Where was he? I decided to take my mind off it and carried on listening to the morning meeting without thinking of him too much.

"Miss Greystone, I was thinking you should do the afternoon brief today, you could present your findings from yesterday's research", Mr Tripp asked politely.

I was more than happy. I didn't mind, it would show the company that I could act on instinct and be spontaneous. I had all morning to prepare for the afternoon brief, practicing speaking in my personal office within the meeting room. It was almost my time to show what I could do for the company. I stood up, reaching into my bag for the folders containing my work. I began presenting, the professional men around the table watching as I showed findings of mine and Marshall's research.

Marshall, where was he? 'Concentrate Athena, concentrate', I told myself. I continued, staring at the robots dressed in suits for reactions to the various locations marked on pictures. Holding up bits of paper containing information on ideas for the ad. I had reeled in my hard-to-please colleagues and they were intrigued by the ideas I had been presenting to them. Suddenly, the door knob turned.

Marshall!

My eyes lit up and I smiled wide. Keeping my cool, I continued presenting. I briefly glanced at him seating himself, he was gawping at me! What if someone saw us? I diverted my eyes away and finished the brief. Everyone got up, adjusted their suits and left at 12:30 for lunch. Apart from me and Marshall.

"Hey", he greeted. "You okay? What were you doing up there?", he questioned, pointing this thumb at the head of the table, where I was presenting.

"I'm good. I did the afternoon brief, to show everyone what locations we found and stuff. How are you and where were you all morning?", I was curious to know.

"I'm good. Tripp called me and told me not to come in until the afternoon. I spent the morning in the studio, writing some shit", he replied, his hand resting on my arm.

He began waffling, "So about yesterday, I know it went fast and well I had to get back, but it was nice and well, my girls were at home alone and I would have stayed but I jus-" I interrupted. Spontaneously pressing my mouth against his again. This felt good. He kissed back and his hands snaked around my waist. He stopped kissing and continued to speak. Clearly this was important.

"I was thinking, do you want to go for lunch now? I could take you out somewhere, we have an hour", He asked, like a gentleman. He wanted to take it easy.

"Not now, I'd rather stay on the grounds. Sorry Mr Mathers, may be some other time", I whispered seductively, boring my eyes directly into his dilating pupils.