You are not my type!

Chapter 2

My focus has been singly focused in doing my work, calculating and analysing figures is my specialty. Usually I just oversee all the financial records that my employees produce and I sign off on it validating it but this time around a client has specifically asked for me to compile everything. So what the client wants, the client gets.

Basically Spector & Mead is a company that does out-sourced financials for other companies. Anne and I are the owners of the company; it was a dream of ours since we were friends back in university when we met studying the same degree.

I was pulled out of my thoughts by the sound of rapt knocking on my glass office door. Refocusing my vision away from the computer screen I noticed Clarke my personal assistant walking in.

I nodded acknowledging his presence before saving my current piece of work and closing my laptop giving him my full attention.

Clarke wasted no time in sprawling out on one of my violet couches in front of me in a crisp white shirt that fitted his slightly skinny frame with a few buttons open, a pair of charcoal grey formal skinny-fit pants. His hair styled in the messy dark brown out of bed look, which created a stark contrast to his pristine outfit. I looked over his features amusement clear in his blue eyes, clean shaven angular jaw and pink lips pursed as though he was holding back a laugh.

“Yes Clarke why don’t you just come on in and make yourself comfortable” I said with a small smile.

“Oh please I spend more time in your office than I do behind my own desk” he replied with a cheeky smile as he lounged in one of violet couches that I have in my office.

“Anyway what do you have for me?” I asked pushing my chair away from my desk and standing up, to relieve my stiff muscles from sitting for so long.

“I just wanted to let you know that you have another client that requests your particular expertise to do their financials personally” he reported scrolling through his iPad.

“Seriously? Did you try pawning them off to Anne?” I complained.

“Yeah I did, I specifically told them that I would put them through to Miss Mead the co-owner and they refused” he explained giving me a pointed look as if saying he knows what he’s doing before it softened into an apologetic look.

“Great! Just great. When did you set my meeting up for?” I asked feeling rather tired right now.

“Next week, since I figured you would need some time to finish your current set of work” he said with a knowing smile as he looked up from his iPad.

“You are just too good to me sometimes Clarke” I said with an appreciative smile.

“Oh and before I forget a guy name Mitch Michaels wants to see you a.s.a.p. but Anne gave me strict instructions not to let him in. Though I have a feeling he’s going to come unannounced tomorrow, he seemed rather desperate to see you” he notified me with a confused look.

Clarke is one of my really close friends, and also my personal assistants and besides Anne I always confide in him. So he knows all his bosses little dark secrets.

I don’t like to pull rank with him, so we keep things light, friendly yet professional so we can get our work done.

“Care to share? Or should I go gossip with Anne again?” he asked quirking an eyebrow at me.

I laughed at how nosey he can be sometimes, but having him go to Anne to gossip means a whole day will be wasted between the two of them. They gossip like damn school girls I tell you!

I just gave him a summed up version of everything like I usually do, keeping the juicy details to a minimum. And you must be wondering if he’s gay, the answer is no he is as straight as you can get. Anne would know they hooked up a few times before she met Neil of course.