After Effects

Chapter 28 • After Effects

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Friday
July 29, 2011
12:38pm
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I stared at the screen of the device I was holding in my hand. Payment? What was that supposed to mean, I wondered in confusion. I had been reviewing the schedule the previous assistant had drawn up and I realized that for all the last Fridays in a month, she always had the word payment. I know we normally pay off bills at the end of the month but I was sure that I didn't have that kind of responsibility in the company, so what exactly did this mean?

I was tempted to ask Mr. Remora, but every time the idea occurred to me, I battered it out with my imaginary hammer. I didn't want to bother him and I should've already gotten a hang of this job. It's been a month for cheese cake!

It had been no more than five minutes when I finally decided to swallow my pride and go ask Mr. Remora what this ‘payment’ meant.

"What do you want?" he asked as soon as I shut the door behind me.

"Sorry to disturb you Mr. Remora, but I was just wondering if I could ask you something."

"Well keep wondering because I'm not going to answer you anyway. As you can see, I am on a break and would prefer it a lot more if you would leave since you have already had yours," the complicated man replied. I rolled my eyes and advanced into his office anyway. If this was important then he was going to answer whether he like it or not.

He was sitting on one of the chairs by the fireplace, reading a tabloid and seeming very much interested.

"I came to find out what exactly payment means? Your previous assistant had it written down for every last Friday for each month," I explained, and Mr. Remora's head came up.

He looked at me before putting his paper down.

"Why didn't you ask me this sooner Ms. Harrington?" he asked, getting up from his chair and going over to his desk. I rose an eyebrow but didn't say a word, he however didnt think that he could do the same as he commented once again, "and this is why I can't stand new assistants."

Mr. Remora sat at his desk and pulled out a stack of papers from one of the drawers. "If you know me, which you should by now, you would know that the idea to name this task ‘payment’ was not my idea as it has nothing to do with the task itself. That however does not change the fact that you are expected to send a sum of $5,000 to the orphanage situated at this address on the last Friday of each month," he spoke, glancing at me and then back to the stack.

"The receipts for each deposit must be added to this stack and after each addition, the stack returned to my desk drawer. Have you got that Ms. Harrington?"

I nodded immediately.

"Now here," he handed the stack to me along with a paper with the address of the orphanage. I took them and proceeded to leave the office.

"Oh and Ms. Harrington," Mr. Remora stopped me, "thank you so much for interrupting my break. Now I'll have to go through the remainder of the day in a bad mood since I do not know who sabotaged the Delantos' Inc. or the reason why," he smiled with cold eyes and then returned to his work.

I froze in place and swallowed, before hurrying from the room. When this man decided to do things that he rarely did, like smile and be sarcastic, you really have to be cautious, which was why I wasn't about to stay for another second there with him.

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Mr. Remora was really proving to be more and more generous nowadays. I remembered the moment when he had told me that he wasn't one to give charity to those who appeared to not need it, and now I really understood it. He didn't give to people who didn't need it, but he surely gave to those who did. I was only just realising that he was a really good person. What he did for Gavin, the old man, and this orphanage was proof of this, and I was sure that these weren't the only great things he did in his lifetime.