3 The Third Chapter
Alfina had packed her last things and explained to me how I should handle the program, what things I should pay attention to and more. She had explained everything to me and then wanted to leave. I had carried down her box with all her things in it, I was somehow the one who had "kick" her out of that office and she wasn't the youngest anymore, so I found it appropriate to carry down the box for her. Plus, she left me her telephone number, and I gave her mine.
Now I was standing in the elevator again and drove to the top floor, my eyes fell on my silver wristwatch. We didn't have till ten after 11:00. The elevator stopped and I walked down the aisle, noticing that the boss's office door was open and then peered inconspicuously as he passed, but he hadn't been there. I entered my office now.
That sounded kind of weird. My office.
Unusual. I looked around me. It was big, not as big as the boss's, but I felt the size was appropriate. A table stood in the middle, a couch on the wall, bookshelves and Alfina had left me her orchid here. On the table stood a computer screen, next to it a keyboard, a mouse, a shelf for papers, a small calendar and a silver container with pens, pencils and highlighters.
I now sat down behind the table and went through my notes again, where I had noted down my tasks. So those were my assignments from now on. In other words, I was the walking bush and had to put everything in front of this old sack of boss. Somehow I got a little annoyed about it, but I was just fine with any kind of job.
From the corner of my eye I could see a man in a suit walking into the office, I could only see the back of his head. "Ms. Anderson, in my office." I heard the deep voice and flinched slightly.
I'd talk to the paper again in a minute. With Mr. Newspaper.
I got up, plucked my skirt and ran into the boss's office. He stood with his face to the windows and seemed to read his way through something. "Sit down on the couch," he said decisively. "I need two more minutes." "Okay," I murmured and sat down on the black quilted leather sofa and crossed my legs and put my hands in my lap. My eyes are on my new boss.
He doesn't look that old from behind. Maybe he's younger than I thought.
My gaze now glides through the room and gets stuck with a painting. I recognized the initials of the artist "RB" below. I noticed how my boss just turned around and probably thought. He came with a lowered gaze to the second couch and sat down so practically exactly opposite me, now he looked at me. He looked at me slowly from top to bottom, so that was somehow unpleasant for me. His piercing gaze lay on me. Mr. Newspaper looked young. I'd estimate him around 30, not older. He had accurately cut brown hair, a slight beard approach and stinging blue eyes. He had dropped himself into the sofa cushion and was still looking at me silently. Somehow this situation became a bit uncomfortable for me, so I cleared my throat.
"Do you want a glass of water?" He asked, but still monotonous. "No, thank you." I politely refused and he nodded. "You've discussed everything with Alfina. She explained everything to you?" I nodded. "Do you have any questions?" "Not so far,"; I replied calmly, because she had explained everything to me in detail and I had written all kinds of things down and if I still had any questions, I should simply get in touch with the old lady, she said. "Good.", it came from him. "Then I send you an e-mail with all the things you have to do for me." He got up and went back to his desk, behind which he sat down.
Now I got up and walked towards the door, I felt his gaze in my back and immediately felt very uncomfortable in my skin again. I didn't like it when men saw women as a sex object and something about my new boss told me that he did just that and he was that kind of man.
I had now sat down at my desk and immediately received an e-mail from Mr. Newspaper.
[1. Bring me a coffee, black!]
Doesn't he get it alone?
[2. Obtain the progress of each department and report back to me.
3. Cancel my appointment with Mr. Kowalski, just say I'm indisposed.
4. Make an appointment with him for the following week. See for yourself when I have something free.
5. Read the appendix. There is all the important information about our current project.
6. Go to your lunch hour at 12:30.
Black]
I frowned as I read his mail.
Black. That name looks so familiar to me, but why?
Then I got up and left my office and went to the kitchen, which was also here on the floor. I started making him his coffee and then filled the freshly brewed and still steaming coffee into a white cup and went back to his office with the hot drink in my hand. Mr. Black, or how I secretly baptized him in my mind, Mr. Newspaper, seemed to concentrate because he read through something and frowned. "Where can I put the coffee?" I asked him. He raises his eyes and immediately his blue and cold eyes meet min. "Just put it here," he said and made a head movement in that direction. I put his coffee there and turned around.
Not even a thank you. How nice!
Then I started working through the list he had sent me.
