I’m so distracted by his presence that I know I’ve missed half of what’s important.
Mr. Keller is going to be more than displeased with my first assignment, but I couldn’t care less at the moment. This turn of events is just too much.
The man at the front of the room is too much.
TheCharles Cavendish ismysexy stranger.
My new boss.
What the hell are the odds?
The room erupts, pulling me from my internal wonderings.
My eyes glance around the room, taking in the excitement and trying to catch wind of what I missed.
Liz puts me out of my misery, leaning in. “He scored Diosa Clothier.”
My breath hitches.
This can’t be real. Sergio De Rosa is a legendary designer. The recent growth of his brand has been sparking rumors all over the web. Their digital campaigns have been failing for their athletic wear. This could be a huge turning point for them. Landing this account is next-level, and I’m going to be working on it.
This is a game changer.
A goofy smile spreads across my face as I digest how massive this news is. But it quickly falls when my eyes land on Charles. He’s staring right at me, eyes narrowed.
He does know exactly who I am, and he’s not happy to see me.
8
Raven
Mr. Keller looksover my notes, grunting in disapproval. We’re back at my desk, and I’m trying to get Mr. Keller to go away so I can focus on the HR web training, but he’s bound and determined to make me as uncomfortable as he can manage.
“I can’t read this chicken scratch,” he bemoans, throwing the paper onto the desk in a huff.
I chew on my bottom lip, trying my hardest to remain positive. “I’ll type them out for you,” I offer, hoping to appease him.
I’ve already decided that I don’t like Mr. Keller, but I’m going to force him to like me if it’s the last thing I do. Even if it’s useless. I’m not working for him much longer.
I inhale, basking in the knowledge that soon I’ll be working directly with De Rosa. The ideas are already percolating, and I’m so excited to brainstorm with the team. Whoever that consists of.
The heady feeling is washed away, thinking back on that unpleasant stare down by Charles Cavendish.
My nerves are shot.
It was awful. I’d lowered my eyes quickly when I realized he wasn’t going to look away first and kept on writing with a smile plastered across my face.
What could he possibly have been thinking? I tortured myself with that question for the remainder of the meeting.
He clearly put together who I am and was likely as caught off guard by my presence as I was his.
Luckily for him, I’m a professional, and a little kiss in a dark closet, fueled by booze and tiredness, will not impact my work ethic. I’ll kick ass in this job, and that one little slipup at Silver will be long forgotten.
It has to.
It’s day one, and I can’t mess up this opportunity.
“Helloooo. Earth to Miss Bennett,” Keller hisses.