Catch Me

06

06

HAND SWEATING, HEART POUNDING. IT WAS MY FIRST DAY OF WORK.

I wore my other white sleeveless shirt (I never learned my lesson) tucked into my khaki brown pants with my dark grey plaid wool blazer and my nude heels. Hopefully I could survive wearing heels for the entire day. Almost all women in this building had their hair up into a clean neat bun but I decided to let my blonde hair down.

Nora was so helpful with everything. She gave me a little tour around and she introduced me to some other people who worked on this floor. She showed me my office...

Yes. I have my own office.

It was not big though, but it was enough for me to walk around and actually have a rest on the couch before my table. As if I were to get any rests after this.

My office was just next to Mr. Jefferson's office and I had special caller ID on my line-phone to connect directly to him since he would be contacting me all the time. Nora already had prepared all of the appointment meetings and clients' phone numbers set on my office phone and line-phone.

Oh my God, I already felt the pressure coming in. There were a lot of things to do and I was not sure if I could keep up.

It was not even afternoon yet, my phone was ringing off the hook. A minute after I hang up, there was another coming in. I was not even finished writing everything down that I might have missed one or two meeting appointments written. Yup, I am so going to get fired on the first day.

My line-phone was ringing but I waited until I finished writing everything down. Then I picked it up, "Jane Miller, Jefferson Industry, how may I help you?"

"What took you so long?" A stern voice appeared and my heart beat so fast. "Come to my office," Then he hung up.

"Shit," I mumbled. When did he come in? I guessed I was too occupied to see my own boss coming in.

I quickly stood up and went to his office with my book and my phone. I was not sure if I should knock or not but the last time I saw Nora did not. And besides, he was expecting me anyway. So I opened the door and found him standing before his table, fixing his sleeves.

"Jane," He called as I closed the door behind me. "Make a reservation at Per Se for two, around 2.30PM. And make an appointment with Brandon Entertainment at 4.30PM at the Jefferson's Meeting Room 4. And make sure you're also available for the meeting."

He was talking so fast that I almost could not keep up but nevertheless, I did write down everything. When I was writing, he was somehow struggling with his right sleeve. He was clearly a right-handed because he seemed very clumsy on the left.

"Here," I took few steps towards him slowly and took his sleeves. I folded his sleeves until his elbow and I tried so hard not to touch his skin but I did. And I could feel that he flinched a little whenever I touched him.

Then, I looked up at him and found out that he had been  staring at me as I fixed his sleeve. He looked like he was not expected that at all but he did not say.

He cleared his throat which made me took few steps backwards from him. I asked, "Is there anything else you want me to do, Mr. Jefferson?"

"I have a Gathering Night at six and I want you to come with me," He said with a straight face.

I nodded, as I wrote it down on his schedule.

He then walked towards his chair and faced me with a smile, "So, how's your first day so far?"

I looked at him. He seemed like a completely different person. When he smiled like that, he could shake the world with his charm, but once that smile faded, he was professionally intimidating. 

"Packed," That was all I could say. That was the only word that could explain everything.

He chuckled lightly. He then said, "After this, I want you to meet your new driver at the lobby. His name is Sam Reed."

"I have a driver?" My brows were immediately raised and my mouth gapped.

"He'll be here in few minutes," He said. "He's available at any time, to anywhere you want. There will be times when you'll be needed to go to some events on my behalf."

I nodded, still shaking for the fact that I had my own driver.

"That will be it," He said.

I nodded and made my way out from his office. As soon as I had arranged his meetings and reservations done, I had my line-phone on hold and grabbed my phone as I made my way down to the lobby.

As soon as I walked towards the lobby, someone in a black suit stood up from a sofa with his eyes were on me. He must be my new driver. He looked like he was in his early forty with broad shoulders and scary eyes.

I walked towards him and grasped with him, "You must be Mr. Reed."

"Please, call me Sam," He nodded and smiled a little. "And you are Ms. Miller."

"Jane," I corrected. "I'd like to be called Jane."

He bowed a little.

"So, how does this work?" I chuckled. "This is all new to me, I'm sorry."

"Well, first, I have to get your phone number and send me the location of your house," He said.

I looked at him, "You mean, you're going to pick me up from my house every morning and send me home when I finish working?"

"Precise," He briefly said.

"I thought you'd only be driving me during office hour?" I asked.

"I have received Mr. Jefferson's order crystal and clear, Ms. Miller," He said.

"Jane," I instantly corrected again and he bowed a little again, realizing his mistake. "Okay. I'll give you the location later. I have a Gathering Night tonight at six with Mr. Jefferson. Does that mean you're driving me?"

"Yes, Ms. Miller," He said.

I breathed and stared at him for keep calling me by my last name. "Okay, I guess I'll see you later then."