Executive Assistant to Theo Monroe
While I wait, I check my phone again. Maybe it’s not connecting to the WiFi. I check my settings when my email dings.
From: [email protected]
Subject: Challenge
Is this too much of a challenge for you, Miss Evans?
Theo Monroe
CEO, Monroe Investment Corp
Challenge?Challenge?I’ve been employed here for, like, eleven hours. I barely know anything besides those damn reports he had me go over. Which, I might add, he didn’t even come back and quiz me on. I scan over the first task on his list. Proof the Teller & Teller fiscal reports. Define proof. And the second task? How am I supposed to make a lunch meeting with Greg Bauer at his favorite restaurant when I don’t know whoGregisorhis favorite restaurant! It’s like he wants me to fail and quit. And you know what? That’s fine with me. Screw this. I’m a chef, not an executive assistant. A job will come around sooner or later. My mom will totally understand. . .
From: [email protected]
Subject: Challenge this
Mr. Monroe,
I think it would be best if you scheduled the meeting yourself. And while you’re at it, choke on whatever fancy lunch you order.
Thanks,
Fay Evans
(Ex) Executive Assistant to Theo Monroe
I go to click send and hover my finger over the button. What am I doing? This is like the restaurant all over again. Sabotaging and bulldozing are all the same. I refuse to let another person force me out of a job. I may not know what the heck I’m doing, but I can learn. I already have the coffee down. If he wants a challenge, I’ll give him one.
Delete. Delete. Delete.
From: [email protected]
Subject: Challenge accepted.
Mr. Monroe,
Thank you for the opportunity. I look forward to meeting all your needs and completing all these tasks promptly.
Fay Evans
Executive Assistant to Theo Monroe
I click send, smiling at my reply, then re-read my response. Meeting all your needs? I squeeze my eyes shut, smacking my forehead. The door opens, and I twist with a start, finding Theo standing in his doorway.
“Mr. Monroe, is there something I can help you with?” I offer him a saccharine smile. Damn. The way his biceps pop when he crosses his arms over his chest isnotattractive at all. Neither is his grumpy frown. Ugh. Why is he so good-looking? It would make this a lot easier if he wasn’t. His eyes, like the bluest ocean, stare down at me, looking less than pleased.
“I need the fiscal reports printed and proofed, Miss Evans. Task number one. Do you need me to hold your hand, or can you figure out how to print, staple, and read?”
Okay, I take back the attractive comment. The only thing he is is an asshole. Standing, I grab the key card that gives me access to all the machines and slide my eyes to Theo. “Of course not. Meet you in your office in twenty?”