The Assistant
Part I - The Interview
I got off the phone and began typing my notes into the database. Details about the client, some notes about their questions, my initial impressions and ideas on how to begin. I was almost finished when my desk phone buzzed. The display said it was the front office receptionist. I hit the speaker phone and continued to type.
"Hi Sharla, what's up?" I said while typing, predicting in my mind why she called.
"Your appointment regarding your open position is here." I could hear a bit of amusement in her voice.
I chuckled, "What aren't you telling me, Sharla?"
"Shall I send him up?" she continued, ignoring my question.
I shook my head, "Sure, and I will get you later." The "Yes, Miss Night." that followed was filled with mischievousness. I was going to get my payback if this guy was a real loser. I hated wasting my time, and so many people that had applied the personality and intellect of a thumbtack.
I finished up my notes and closed the file, bringing up my interview process notes. I was ready to waste some more time. There was a knock at the door.
"Come in," I called, standing. The young man opened the door and took a couple of steps in, then turned to face me.
"Miss Night?"
I thought to say something smartassed, but then decided to give him a chance. I was trying to be hopeful. "Please have a seat," was my reply. I motioned to the chair on the other side of the desk and sat back down. He smiled a nervous, polite smile and moved to sit gently on the chair. The tie was light grey-blue, very understated. Ok, so maybe he did have a chance. Appearance matters. Dark hair, cut short and very beautiful hazel eyes. Silently I checked off all his qualities that were pleasing. Clean cut, trimmed and neat nails. However it took a lot more than a good look.
I began the interview with a description of the open position, the requirements, pay and hours. He had some previous experience he explained, and it seemed most of the duties I would have for him, he had done before as a part of other positions. His voice was deep, but the tone was soft and pleasant. He spoke clearly, answered the questions asked and did not interrupt or blather on. A trait that I found untenable.
"So tell me a bit about why you feel you should be offered the job." I sat back to listen.
"First of all, Miss Night, I'm willing to do whatever is necessary. " He said it so easily., I felt an inner chuckle in response. Outwardly I was poker faced. He had no idea what "whatever" and "anything" meant to a Dominant.
"Continue," I instructed.
"I'm very loyal and committed Miss Night. I would not disappoint you," he continued. Shows confidence, noted. He went on to talk about his work experience, positions he'd had. He seemed very well rounded. "Miss Night, I would be very honored to work for you."
"So, my reputation proceeds me?" I smiled.
"Yes, MIss Night," he said, and a look of intensity flashed briefly across his face. But it was gone quickly. Curious....
"I hope its a good reputation," I inquired.
"Impeccable, Miss," he answered.
I asked him for the list of references that he was to bring with him. I watched him open the portfolio he brought with him and took out a piece of paper. He smiled, stood and leaned over to the place in front of me on the desk before sitting down again. No rings on his fingers, I noted. Good to know.
I took up the paper and holding it, leaned back in my chair. I had a good feeling, but I didn't want to get up too much hope too soon. I took my time, letting him wait while I read everything over three times...very slowly. The one name caught my attention each time, and I had to say I was a little more than surprised. I watched him out of the corner of my eye, but there was no fidgeting, not a word, and when I looked up, there was a half smile on his face. Did he know I was testing him? Very possible given the name that captured my attention.
I stood abruptly and held out my hand, setting the sheet of references on the desk. He stood quickly, a bit surprised, but took my hand and shook it. "Thank you for coming in." I broke the handshake and walked around the desk and toward the door. He followed and when I paused at the door, opening it, I turned to face him. "I'll be in touch," I said, and watched him smile warmly.
"Thank you Miss Night, I look forward to it." he smiled back. As he stepped through the door I reached out to grab his ass firmly and felt him stiffen, and a gentle shudder ran through him.
"I'll make sure to give your regards to Miss Monica," I chuckled as I let go. "Off you go now," I said, smacking his ass firmly. I watched him walk a bit shaken to the elevator, and I closed the door behind him. I walked to my desk and spread out his resume, writing samples and reference. The materials were clear, concise and very well done. It ws worth a call to his references. Monica would be first.
End of Part I
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