(Shale at the top!)
Shale"Hale!" Elizabeth Calvo, CEO of C. Corp., yells from her office.
I jump up from my assistant desk and run in with my tablet in my hands, worried I'm going to lose my job on a whim.
"Yes, Ms. Calvo?" I ask cautiously.
"Clear the rest of my day," she orders anxiously, getting up from her office chair and walking over to her office bar and pouring herself fa class of scotch.
"Of course. Is everything alright?" I inquire carefully.
"No! Most certainly not!" she exclaims. "Son is in town," she sighs dramatically, taking a large sip from her glass cup.
"Why is that so terrible?" I press walking between her two cream white couches to stand beside her and look at her face.
She's a tall woman with shoulder length brown hair and pale blue eyes framed by dark lashes. Very beautiful for a woman in her fifties.
"Well, he only lived with me until he was seven then my second husband and I divorced and he went with his father. I've called him a few times, but his father never let me speak to him and I haven't had the nerve to call him in the last ten years," she says coldly, but I can tell she's trying to fight back tears.
She pulls herself another glass and downs it in one sip, before pivoting to look at me. The look in her eyes and the smirk on her face makes me jump and take a confused step back.
"Hale..."
"It's Shale"
"Yeah, yeah. Hale I need you to help me. My son is coming here tonight to take me out to dinner so that we can catch up. Would you be my wing woman to keep the awkwardness at bay?"
"Oh Ms. Calvo..." I chuckle uncomfortably adjusting my glasses on my face. I'm not sure that's a good idea. Maybe he just wants to talk to you. I can't help you. I don't even know..."
"Nonsense Hale! I need you and you will help me unless you want to lose your job," she smirks, placing a hand on her hip.
"Uh...uh...you're threatening me?" I ask shocked, messing with my glasses again.
"Damn straight I am," she says triumphantly. "He'll be here at six so go home and get cleaned up, we are going to Nourriture Chic," she calls as she saunters back to her dress.
"Nourriture Chic, as in the super fancy restaurant..."
"That's the one. Now cancel my meetings and be back here by five thirty. That gives you exactly..." she takes a second to peek at her watch. "Three hours, twenty seven minutes, and fourteen seconds," she says before dropping back into her office chair. "Chop, chop!"
I rush out of the office to my desk, typing away on my tablet and calling her clients and business partners rescheduling her day to fit in to her bizarre schedule. Twenty minutes later I'm rushing out of the building trying to make it home in time to get ready.
***
I check my reflection in the full-length mirror, straightening out my dress. It was a form fitting cream dress that went down to my mid thighs. The dress was decorated with matching colored embroidered sequences in beautiful but random designs. My light brown hair was curled in beautiful waves and my glasses were replaced by contacts. My chocolate eyes looked darker now that they were framed by dark lashes-helped by mascara-and winged eyeliner. My lips were painted a light pink cream color, matching my dress. I had on a pair of nude heels to match the dress and my whole look.
I looked sexy as hell!
It was odd to see myself in the mirror like this. I shook my head to clear my thoughts and looked down at my phone and realized I had ten minutes to get to the office before I was killed by Ms. Calvo.
I rushed out of my apartment and into my car and battled traffic on the way to the office without hitting any other cars out of anger, though I was close.
I shuffled into Ms. Calvo's office breathing heavily, causing her to swivel around in her chair to face my while chewing on the end of a pen.
"It's five thirty one, Hale," she says, moving the pen away from her face and standing up from her chair. "You are one minute late and...wait, you are Hale right?"
"Um, yes Ms. Calvo," I say puzzled.
"What happened to-to the glasses and the-the flats, and the-the ponytail?" she exclaims in confusion, approaching me.
"Um, well I have contacts in, I wore heels, and curled my hair," I say, confused as she approaches me.
"Hale you look hot! Dangerous even!" she exclaims with a smile, causing me to smile in return.
"Thank you Ms. Calvo," I say, looking at the matching clutch in my hands as my cheeks burned.
"A compliment is nothing to be embarrassed about. If you receive a compliment, you take it with a thankful smile. It is something you have earned, so own it," she says to me, moving back over to her bar.
"Ms. Calvo, I think you should slow down on the deinks. I know that you're nervous but..."
"Nervous!" she snaps, causing me to close my mouth in surprise. "I've had dinner with Harrison Ford, interviewed Donald Trump, and climbed the social latter until I was at the top. I am the most powerful woman in America, of course I'm not nerv..." she trails off, looking over my shoulder.
"Ms. Calvo?" I ask, before following her gaze.
"Cole," she breathes to the young suit clad beauty standing in the office doorway.
He had beautiful wavy black hair and beautiful, vibrant blue eyes framed by dark lashes and accented by perfect dark brows. He was tall and pale with a lean, muscular body dressed expensively.
"Mother," he nods in respect, taking a step into the room.
His eyes slide over to me and he falters a step as he takes in my appearance making me shift uncomfortable as his eyes trail up and down my body with no shame.
"Cole, this is my assistant Hale..."
"Shale," I correct quietly.
"...I have requested for her to accompany us to dinner to...um...help make things...um...less awkward..."
Ms. Calvo was stuttering! She never stutters! She is always upfront and on top of everything.
"If that's not okay then I can..." I start.
"No, no, it's perfectly fine," he says with a smirk, looking over me again.
I glare at him in disgust and annoyance at the way he's looking at me. Just because he's rich and powerful, doesn't mean he can act like that. His eyes meet mine and his amusement fades from his eyes as he takes in my appearance.
"Shall we?" Cole motions to the clear open glass doors of Ms. Calvo's office for us to leave.
"Yes," Ms. Calvo speaks up nervously before walking around to her office desk to pick up her purse.
When I turn back around, Cole is standing in front of me with his arm outstretched, staring at me expectantly. I look over his shoulder at Ms. Calvo who is nodding eagerly and mouthing for me to take his arm.
I hesitantly slide my arm around his and the three of us walk out of her office and out of the building.
Why am I here? I should not have agreed to this! I should have just risked being fired! This going to be awful, between Cole Calvo and Elizabeth Calvo, I was bound to get killed in the crossfire.
Lord help me!
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