ring ring ring
i turned over in my bed, half asleep, tossing my egytian cotton sheets, fumbling blindly for my cell phone. but everything seemed dark. i brought my hand to my sleep mask, yaking it off and over my head.
im a light sleeper and there was no way around that.
. Once I heard the shrill of the ringtone I was wide awake.
i was about to let it go and ignore it but then it rang again. this time, i
flipped my cell phone open, and was about to give the oerson on the other end a peice of my mind when i recognized the number. it was Dexter Van Dyke. what the hell? i looked at the niumber again and i talked into the phone.
"mr. (name). is everything okay? why are you calling me? did something happenm? you do know its three in the morning dont you?" i asked him, rubbing my sleepy eyes and opening them.
"Emily im glad you ansered. nonsense! its never too early to work. can you meet me at the company in, lets say, five thirty?"
"oh no i dont have anything else to do. of course. i will meet you in an hour and a half."
i haphazardly threw the phone back on the nightstand and grunted in the pillow.
To be honest I don't even know why I answered the pone in the first place. It was four in the morning, after all! Who calls a person at such an ungodly hour anyway?! My new boss that's who! Apparently it's never 'too early' when it comes to his business. Maybe someone should tell him that just because he has no social life, that doesn't mean others don't. Whatever happened to common courtesy? He could have at least waited a couple more hours until he called his employees on their day off.
I used to have phone conferences with him in the past. Back then he worked at Headquarters. He is the new unofficial CEO, at least until they have a board conference on Monday. Then everyone will get to know who Dexter Van Dyke is.
To be honest I am a little curious myself. I don't know much about him. One thing is for sure, he is nothing like his father. I never thought the BIG BOSS would call me on my land line. It is company policy for HR to have every employees phone number and email. So I'm guessing that's where he got it from. At the time my head was a little fuzzy and I didn't know what exactly I had agreed to until our conversation ended.
There was also the little fact that I was hung over. I'm surprised I didn't slur my words when I was talking to my boss. Either he noticed my condition but didn't want to mention it or I played it off really well.
The night before I had two cosmos with my girls while I listened to each of them complain about their useless boyfriends, and the fact that they have on more than one occasion faked an orgasm.
Of course I chimed in that I have never faked orgasm. To which they replied that a 'dildo' does not equate to a relationship. So it's not the same thing. Whatever. They are just jealous that I get the best of both worlds: never having to worry if he can 'get it up' and the fact that a manufactured toy does not come with drama.
All I need are two batteries and I'm ready to go. But that's not the point. The reason why I only had two cosmos last night was because I like to drink enough to get tipsy but not enough to get smashed.
I don't like waking up the next morning with no memory whatsoever.
Somehow I came up with the number two. Every Friday night I have a cocktail or two with my girls. It's a time when I can unwind from a weeks worth of stress and learn about the current office gossip. Which is never anything more than an embarrassing quickie in the bathroom or a harassment paper filed to HR. You know, the usual.
