Through The Pain

7 | Lunch Meeting

Cat

Once I returned to my desk, I slammed my forehead on the desk. Damn it! Why am I making mistakes at a time when I am not supposed to make a mistake?

I should remind myself that I am now working with a new boss and not my old boss. I worked with the old Mr. Vann for eight years and I am so used to it. I should start learning how to adjust now.

Because it seems that the old Mr. Vann's way of working and dealing with his employees is far different from the ways of the young Mr. Vann.

This morning, I received a couple of calls wanting to talk to Mr. Vann but instead of directly forwarding the call to Mr. Vann's office, I made sure to ask him first if he wanted to talk to them.

I have to be cautious with my every move and decision. Because he clearly said earlier that if I made a mistake once, my old boss cannot vouch for me and I'll get fired.

I just hoped that my mistake earlier does not count.

I glanced at my wristwatch and saw that it was already thirty minutes before eleven. Mr. Vann has a lunch meeting at eleven.

I noticed that ever since he came, he never gets out of his office. I now wonder, what if he goes out of his office to visit the other department, would he want me to tag along with him? Because my old boss doesn't want me tagging along with him all the time.

Though whenever he has a meeting, he always wants me to be present.

Right, I should remind my new boss about his lunch meeting. I stood up from my chair and walked towards his office.

I knocked on the door to hear him say, "Come in." His voice has always been crisp and for some reason, I found myself looking forward to hearing his voice. But let me make it clear, just his voice.

I entered the office and saw his stern face lowered on the papers. I wonder, does he always look like this even to his wife and daughters? Wouldn't they be scared? I shook the thought from my mind.

"Mr. Vann, I came to remind you of your lunch meeting with Mr. Gonzales," I said, maintaining my normal voice and not sounding like trying hard to please him.

"Okay." The man replied not giving me a look which I guess I preferred.

"Mr. Vann, would you like me to call the driver?" I noticed that he stopped signing the papers but he didn't raise his head.

"Are you going to drive for me?" He asked, making me cry internally. I just wanted to confirm if he would rather drive or if he needs a driver but why does he have to answer me sarcastically?

"I'm sorry, Mr. Vann, I just wanted to confirm since I am not yet familiar with how you want things to be done." I am not sure where I got the courage to speak back at him but I just felt that I had to say it. We just met this morning, is he expecting me to be familiar with the way he works this soon?

Not that I did not research about him, I did. I asked a lot of things about him from his parents but it seems that even his parents were not aware of how he works though they told me what food he likes and what brand of clothes he prefers. And things that do not help in getting his good side.

I gulped when he raised his head to look at me again, intimidatingly. I much prefer it if he just says what he has to say without raising his head to look at me.

"Should I list down how I want things to be done for you to memorize, Ms. Fernandez?" He said and I felt like the whole of Antarctica fell on me.

I lowered my head and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Vann." There goes my ego, I cried internally.