Sienna Kensington has always had ambitions; in fact, after getting into med school, she's thrilled to break the news to her father. That is, until her father, the chairman & CEO of ProsthoWorks, wishes to hand down his legacy to his beloved daughter...
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02 | do's and don'ts
I was expected to be up bright and early, present in the office by seven-thirty in the morning. While I wasn't too keen on it, there was no way I could fight the temptation to stay in bed due to my father.
Standing by my dad's office, waiting for him to finish a phone call, I looked around the top floor office where most of the executive position employees worked; not a single person was here yet since it was too early. I glanced at my watch hopeful that time would pass by fast - this day was already feeling too long.
The door suddenly swung open and I immediately faced my father who was having a seemingly important conversation with a middle aged black woman. His eyes quickly landed on me and he turned towards the lady, "Ah. Rhonda, I would like you to meet Sienna. Sienna, this is my personal assistant and also your supervisor for the next month. I expect you to treat her with great respect."
I shook hands with her and smiled politely. "Fancy meeting you."
Instead of smiling back, she looked me up and down before meeting my eyes, "Don't know anyone who wouldn't want the job of a CEO which comes so easily in their hands." Kissing her teeth, I blinked my eyes a couple of times before registering what she had said to me.
Although she did not have a British accent, I could see that she had no problem fitting into the environment of the office. Especially with my dad, who was now smirking and walked away into his office, and shutting the door behind him.
I was about to open my mouth before she beat me to it - I was fired with a million instructions before my brain could register what was happening.
"As an employee of ProsthoWorks, I want you to know three things; one, you do not bother your daddy when he's working during office hours. He's here to get work done and not chit-chat with his little girl. Two, if you don't know how to do something then you ask for help unlike every damn newbie employee that walks in here and pretends they have a PhD in know-it-all. Three, unless you have a PhD in know-it-all, do not tell me what to do because I do my job just fine. Am I clear? Do I need to repeat myself any further?" She clarified. Even after speaking such a lengthy essay she didn't seem out of breath which was appalling.
Nonetheless, I sighed. "Yes."
"Good," she nodded, "now I'm going to take you on a tour of the executive floor of the building so let's get started before I have actual work to do." With that, she started walking rapidly towards the elevator where she pressed the button.
"Actually, I've already had a-"
"If I wanted to know about your previous experience, I would've asked."
"Rhonda, where are the-"
"That's ma'am to you, young lady," Rhonda corrected me, "no one around here calls me by my first name unless it's your father. It's Mrs. Goodhill."
