Page 15 of Executives' Omega
If nothing else, I could bridge the gap until they found somebody more qualified. Darlene could be with her mate, and I’d do my best until they hired somebody new.
I reached for my coffee cup but ended up knocking it over instead. I let out a groan and rummaged around, looking for something to sop up the mess. I wanted to cry. I couldn’t even make it through the first morning without something happening.
How bad were the other applicants that they decided I was the person to hire?
“Are you ready?” Darlene asked, then there was a pause. “Umm… what are you doing?”
I sighed and ran a hand through my hair as I turned to face her. “Do… are there paper towels around? I kinda knocked over my coffee.”
She studied me, strode over, then opened a cabinet above the small sink. “Up here.”
“Thank you,” I breathed. I tore off several sheets, returned to the table, and cleaned the spill.
“Nervous?” she asked.
I paused, then shook my head. “Just a klutz.”
She dashed over, and grabbed my arm, yanking it away from the table.
I blinked at her, wondering what I’d done wrong.
“Your sleeve was about to land in a puddle,” she explained. “I assumed you didn’t want that.”
“Oh…” I deflated. “Thanks.”
“Of course.”
I found the trash bin, tossed the soaked paper, then grabbed another few sheets to finish the task. But when I turned around I saw Darlene wiping the table dry.
She was going to tell them how clumsy I was. I couldn’t even clean up a spill I caused, without almost making another mess.
She walked over, dropped the paper towels in the trash, and turned to me. “Ready? Or do you want to make another cup of coffee first?”
“I probably shouldn’t have anything to drink…”
One of her eyebrows rose. “I’m taking some bottled water anyway. Is that better?”
I thought for a few seconds, then nodded. “Yeah. I think I’ll be ok since it’ll have a lid.”
She smiled, opened the fridge, then handed me three water bottles.
I was momentarily confused until I saw she took another three, then it hit me: the four members of the executive team, her, and myself. Six people, six bottles of water.
“Let’s go,” she said.
I nodded and followed her to the meeting room at the far end of the floor.
Light once again flooded the area from the large windows, and I could see four men sitting at the conference table.
“Is it weird to have all these glass offices and rooms?” I asked.
She chuckled. “Sometimes, but it’s smart glass.”
“Huh?”
“I don’t know how exactly it works, but all the rooms up here have control panels for the glass. Most of the time it’s clear like this, but flip a switch and they turn frosted and you can’t see through them at all, just the light gets through.”
“Really?”
