billionaire Boss

At 8:00 a.m, you sip on your first cup of your coffee while checking the day's schedule. It took a while, but you finally managed to teach Oliver how to use the digital schedule program. You organized your boss' schedule daily. And that night he decides which meeting to reschedule, postponed, or even cancel. That is, if he remembers to do it. Chapter 1 "I guess being the CEO of million-dollar company makes your memory waver" Veronica murmur. While checking today's schedule of your boss you notice it has been wiped. "All appointments? That's weird. The last time he did that was on an emergency call. Even when he fell off his motorcycle he still came to work all scraped and with bruises" It isn't your job to question your boss's schedule, but to organize it. You finish your coffee and ring Oliver's office door. He replies woth two beeps. Signaling permission to enter. Entering Oliver's office, you find him sitting in his gleaming leather chair. The scent of leather polish lingers in the air. He is lazily fiddling with a Rubik's cube as if he were the world's most carefree billionaire. "Veronica, shall we go over the schedule? I messed with it last night, but I don't trust technology" Mr. Oliver said. "Sure thing Mr. Oliver did you intentionally cancel all the appointments or did you press the wrong button again?" Veronica asked. "I know my technical acumen isn't my top-notch skill but give me some credit, I chose to cancel them" "Even the Calibre meeting? It could prove fruitful if we'd be partnered with a hedge fund" "We've sorted that out already. Thanks for worrying Veronica" You nod. It is odd to pass on this opportunity because if it worked out, both companies could thrive. It could be one more financial service in Stanley's offerings. "I don't know where I would be without your meticulous organization skills" "I'm glad Mr. Oliver that my perfectionism helps me with something other than organizing my Disney movies in alphabetical order" Veronica's giggle. "Veronica, I already told you to call me Oliver. Our families have known each other for years, and you never called me Uncle Stanley. It was Uncle Oliver." "Okay. Oliver but in front of the other people, I prefer to keep the formality demanded by professionalism." "Of course, my dear. Anything else?" Mr. Oliver asked "I was wondering if a new PR position is going to open up, so I can apply" Veronica said in a low voice hoping that Mr. Oliver well clearly heard it. He stares at you, a long, loaded stare. He smirks a little and waves his index finger in your direction. "You are too smart for your own good. You are not just fishing for information, you already have the rod,bait and fish in hand. Me being the fish. You know there's an open position" Mr. Oliver smiling and smirking while saying. "Yes, I just wondering if you would be honest with me so that I can plan the next step of this conversation" Veronica's smirking "Hmmm I'm always honest with you honey." "Then tell me, will I ever work as a PR here or do I need to look elsewhere?" "Veronica, I know you've always wanted an opportunity. But you have so much potential. It's going to be waste on an entry-level position" Mr. Oliver said in a serious way "I appreciate the compliment, but would you really have hired me as an executive secretary if we weren't related? I just want to get a fair start like everyone else, from the bottom up" "If there's anyone who deserves that, it's you. Can we talk about this later? I'll be lost if you change departments now. I have to go through some tricky times" "Million-dollar corporations go through at least five tricky situation every day, Oliver. You tolde that, remember?!" Veronica confused. "Which I can handle because of your planning. Insight, and composure that even the most seasoned sailor doesn't have when the ship starts sinking." Oliver said and walkout. You are familiar with this play. He keeps showering you with compliments and how important you are to the company while avoiding the subject. "Luck for him, I have integrity otherwise, I could demand a raise for every comma in his excuses. At least consider it. Oliver and please disregard our family's relationship" Veronica signed. Before he can respond, you leave the room, close the door and return to your desk. You inspect your mug and your mood sours when you notice it is empty. You need a coffee boost. You wait for two people to grab their coffee, mentally scolding them for using plastic cups and not bringing their own mug. You strongly suggested this to everyone by email a month ago they keep chatting in the corner while you wait for that wonderful black liquid to pour into your Elsa mug. Suddenly, your colleagues straighten and greet someone, leaving the break room in a rush. When you turn around, you spot Jack walking in. He's the Chief Financial Officer and Oliver's son. "Did I forget to shower again? I hate it when my smell scares people away" You pretend to be sniffing him and grimace in mock disgust though your grin is quick to replace it. "Maybe it's all the protein "juice" you're guzzling? I hear they leave a strong odor, Mister Olympics" He gives you a wry smile. As playful as he is, talking about his body is Jack's weakness. He decides to deflect the subject "Two coffee before lunch? I thought you only had coffee at three very specific times in the day" Jack's said in a silly way "I do. But circumstances have changed" she response "Let me guess my father?" He smirk