The Man I Call Strong

Chapter 3: Mr. Strong

        Dear Mr. Strong,

        I appreciate your words of affirmation. Unfortunately, I have some reservations on working for a man 'of your stature and life style.' I assure you that I don't have the skills or the ability to take on a job like this. Thank you for your consideration and you're flattery.

        Aurora LaRue

        I hover my mouse over the send button. What's the worst that could happen? 'Uh, he finds a secretary and you're left without a job and possibly without a home.' My inner diva makes quite a good point. I have everything to lose. Maybe I could just send it and then if I change my mind I can just... No, no, no. This man is a stuck-up spoiled menace. And I won't be caught dead working with him. I press the send button and pray that this Mr. Strong is a reasonable man. Before I can close my laptop and tuck myself in bed, I see a new message pop up in my indox. United Strong Enterprises. Already? I resume my criss-crossed position on my bed and open the email.

        Dear Miss LaRue,

        First, let me mention that you are quite the young woman, Miss LaRue. No one as ever turned me down on any offer I have ever given. In doing so, you have intruged me even more so to get your approval and your signature on my contract. You're very different, Miss LaRue. I like that. I like different. I hate unnecessary symmetry. Secondly, I appreciate your honesty towards me, it is very rare to come by. As for your reservations, if you would be so kind as to name a few, perhaps we can comb through them together. And let me end by once again letting you know that I do so want you to work at my enterprise; your time, intelegence, and wit would be quite the contribution to my company. Thank you. Oh, and also, flattery gives the connotation that I praise you insencerly. My praise is very genuine and very true, Miss LaRue, please don't ever think otherwise.

        Sebastion Strong

        SStrong@UntiedStrongEnterprise.com

        347-325-1464

        I feel my face turn red and heat starts compressing into my cheeks as I read his response. I don't hesitate to answer him back, until I realized. What is he doing up so late? He couldn't be waiting up for me to answer his request, could he? I shake my head. That's ridiculous. He couldn't want me so bad. As I begin my reply, I refer back to his previous message.

        Dear Mr. Strong,

        Let me begin by asking for an apology. I, by no means, ever wanted to accuse you of insincere praise. I simply wanted to point out that I am not as, how you say, 'different' as other women. I am quite the same actually except the fact that I am much more bashful. 'Deathly shy' would be the better terminology for my condition. As for my reservations, I am hesitant to say that I have an uncanny fear of men, especially ones who are as intimidating as yourself. Secondly, I have little experience in the busniess world and I fear I may be less then satisfactory for your needs. Thirdly, I hope you take no offense in this but, I have never seen the need to work for someone as rich as God Himself. The list can go on and on, Mr. Strong. But the last thing I wish to do is bore you with my spiel and rather rude comments. I hope you come to see that I am definetly NOT what you are looking for. Thank you for your complements and consideration though.

        Aurora LaRue

        My mouse scrolled over the send button. And..... Send. And that's that. I close my laptop and set it on the side of my bed. I close my eyes, hoping to go to sleep. But I keep hearing the laptop calling me, as if it knows that I want to check my email for a response. Ugh.... I can't take this. I fling my body up and bend down to get my laptop and plop it into my lap. I open it up and sign in.

If this guy keeps me up all night for this little conversation, we are going to have problems. I open the top of the laptop and stare at the bright screen. And there it is. I stared at the message in my indox as it pops up after no more than ten minutes. How fast does this guy type? I click on the message and read the very few words that make my heart stop.

        Miss LaRue,

        I would like to make an appointment with you. Tomorrow at eight. Don't be late.

        Sebastian Strong

        SStrong@UntiedStrongEnterprise.com

        347-325-1464

        P.S. Honesty isn't 'rude', Miss LaRue.