Business Affairs

Promotion

Sherwin Hart has never really seen his boss. He's only heard a few details from the gossiping girls in the breakroom. All he knows is that he's extremely handsome and that the man always comes in early and leaves late.

The man placed a file onto a stack and sighed, happy that he was done. His delight was crushed by another stack dropped in front of him. He looked up at his colleague. The man gave a mean smirk, before walking away.

Sherwin groaned. Another day in the life of a file-sorter.

How could this get any worse?

"Hey red-head, the boss wants to see ya."

That's how.

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Sherwin ran his hands through his ginger hair in a futile attempt to tame the wild curls. He didn't know what to expect and he really wanted to make a good impression.

The ginger let out a quiet gasp when the elevator doors opened into a big room. He, honestly, expected rows upon rows of cubicles. Instead he got rows of desks with computers and their respective owners. A few people glanced at him.

He felt underdressed. Everyone were wearing fancy and professional outfits while he looked like he just got lost while on his way back from a party.

Sherwin took timid steps towards the door at the back of the room. He got more looks, some longer than others. He became a walking desert the closer he got to that bloody door. It sat there, mocking him.

No. He wasn't going to let a dumb door scare him. He pressed on until he found himself turning the knob. He paused to wonder; what awaits him? A million worries filled his head. Will I be fired? What if he's hot?

Sherwin shoved the last thought away and opened the door. He looked around at the small room. It had a small desk with a computer, a telephone, and a box he assumes is the speaker. There was no secretary in sight.

He walked around the desk and pushed the button on the box. "Sir, there is a Mr. Hart here to see you." he says, fighting back a few giggles.

"Come in." he said, his voice smooth and so calm.

Sherwin felt a shiver run up his spine at the sound and quickly went through the door.

He sucked in a breath when he saw his boss. The man had beautiful tan skin, big blue eyes, and dark brown hair slicked back like he was in the fifties. He rose a perfect eyebrow at the man standing stock-still in the doorway.

"I said you can come in."

Sherwin's cheeks heated up and he stepped inside. He tripped over his own feet and almost face-planted. Damn clumsiness! he thought, giving his boss a sheepish smile.

The man looked down at a file on his desk. "Mr. Hart, you're probably wondering why you were called here, right?"

"Yes, s-"

"Jonathan or Mr. Harvel. Not sir." the man explained.

"Yes, Mr. Harvel." Sherwin corrected, not daring to call the man by his name.

"Recently I've had to fire my secretary for... reasons I prefer not to state." Jonathan said, looking up at his employer. "I want you to be my new secretary."

Sherwin froze. "Y-You want me? Why?"

"I've heard lots of good things about you. I have another choice if you don't want-"

"I'll do it!" Sherwin cried, slamming his hands on the desk.

"Good. You'll finish your last day as a file-sorter, get your paycheck, and start working tomorrow." he said, standing up. He held out his hand.

Sherwin grabbed it -Ignore the butterflies.- and shook it furiously. "Thank you!" he dropped the man's hand and gave him a large smile.

"One more thing. You need to dress more professionally. It makes the company look good."

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AN: Here is the first part of my new story.