Jack

It's been a week since I had the big talk with my dad. Well, we finally came up with a plan that would get the Unseen Treasures off our back and get us back at the top. The plan only needed a push which my dad had already done and that was getting me into our rival's company as a project manager. Today our plans would take its first step, and I wasn't ready for it.

I sat up from my bed and rubbed my temples. I wasn't one to be nervous, I was the untameable. But today I was having this alien feeling. Was I scared? Why should I be? I would only have to work as an undercover, get the information I need and get the hell out of the company. That was the plan.

My ringing tone startled me making me  jerk up a bit. I repositioned myself seeing the caller ID was a strange number. I picked it up and put it on speaker phone cause I wouldn't like the caller to hear my heavy breathing. I had to be cool, just as always.

"Hello, Good morning" my words came out a little louder than I intended. I shook myself again. Get your shit together mehn.

"Good morning, Mr. Jack. You are have been offered a job at Unseen Treasures. Do well to make it to the company premises before nine o'clock today" the fine voice from the other end of the phone echoed leaving a smile plastered on my face.

"Thank you so much. I will be there in no time" I replied and the phone call dropped. She didn't wait for me to ask her name.

I got the job and I was happy. I skipped to my bathroom not forgetting to put on my music box. Fire boy's Party scatter blasted on and I  couldn't help but move to the rhythm. Singing along with the star, even better than him till I  finished my shower. Now with my towel over my waist I picked out  a box that was at the side of my bed.

My father had sent this the day before. I didn't bother to check it out. Where's the fun if  the surprise is ruined. He said it contained my outfit for my first day as an undercover in Unseen treasures. I opened up the box and the most horrible thing flashed before my eyes. How did my father expect me to wear this?

A plain brown non-designer shirt that looked like a cat puked on it. My smile vanished when my eyes met with the trousers I was meant to pair with it. It was still brown, the worse shade of brown to be exact.

"I'm so not wearing this" I picked out the trash from the box, hoping to see a surprise outfit beneath it, instead I found a small note. Who still leaves notes these days, yea my dad does.

I opened it and sat on my bed feeling defected that I had to look like puke just to save my father's company. The note said...

Son, I know you don't like it. But you have to look the part.

My father's words filtered through one of my ears and out of the other. There is no way I would put on this pile of trash right beside me. I'm going to save my father's company and I am going to slay while doing it.

With that I returned the contents of the box and flung it into the trash close to my bathroom. I walked into my closet to get me some Jack on.

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10:00am, I looked at my wrist watch  and panicked. I was used to taking my time when preparing for work. But to be given a time frame to get ready was something that I was totally new at and because of that I was going to be late on my first day.

"Gosh, move it!" I shouted through my window as I overtook the salon car that was crawling on the high way. Unseen treasures was  even farther than my father's company making me more late than I had predicted I would  be.

Soon I was within the premises, sweat dripping from my forehead. With me losing my cool, I drove madly and parked hazardously. I ran through the hallway and pressed the elevator button. It was filled up cause nothing was moving. Realizing that I had no option than to take the stairs, I hissed.

I hissed even the more and repositioned my tie that was choking the hell out of me. At this point I think I overdressed for my new day cause I was sweating like a Christmas goat. I jumped, hopped and almost fell as I took the stairs up to the 25th floor.

As soon as I arrived, I saw my self seated on the stairs trying to get my breath back. My cool was totally lost now and every trace of
a smile was absent from my face. How would I face my employer like this?

I fanned my self with my hands. Feeling started to returned to my legs but I was still too weak to get up. I looked at my watch for the hundredth time today and it told me 10:30am loudly and proudly. Damn you watch.

Two young ladies walked passed me, I was too weak to even notice the stupid smile on their faces. Their loud giggles gave them away when then were a few steps below me. I wonder what they are laughing at.

Getting my strength back, I walked up to the desk right at the end of the hallway. A bright smile met mine as I  looked into a pair of brown eyes. Her smile didn't met her eye though, so I figured it was just plastered on her face to appear nice. I waved off the thought that the sweet smile was just for me and reminded myself that I came here for business.

"Mr, Jack. You are late" she said still with the smile. It was getting creepy so I stopped smiling back. I retouched my suit.

"Yea, I like to be fashionably late you know." I got my cool back.

Rather than increase the smile on the young lady's face who should be in her late twenties, it turned it upside down. She wasn't in for my games, got it.

"I am sorry, I know it's a bad start but I promise I am not usually late" I tried to cover the awkwardness, the young lady had look me up like a million times in one minute with a disapproving frown on her face. In the real sense, I was trying to cover my shame.

"Yea, you are." She hissed and passed me a file, directed me the last room down the hallway, there I would meet my employer and get a briefing about my job.

I didn't actually need a briefing, I applied for the post of the project manager and I was more than qualified for the post. Though I had to omit my work experience, I still was too good for that job.

I tapped on  the door at the end of the hallway by my left and entered when I didn't get a response. The room was big, but in all it majesty it was as cold as grey. The walls were the painted with the dullest shade of grey and the only shiny thing in the office was the mahogany table and a matching seat behind it. There were no painting or pictures, just a huge room with just a table.

I looked around it and found an armchair by the side of the door. I sat on it, squealing from the pain that filled my legs from running up the stairs.

Soon after I noticed a door was by the wall of the room. OK two doors in one room, got it. I looked more at the door, and it opened slowly.

"I didn't ask you to sit!" A strong feminine voice echoed from inside the room. OK the second door lead to a room, got it. I startled at the voice and quickly stood on my feet.

A woman was going to be ordering me about. This is what I do for love. Love for my family, or love for the source of my wealthy living I couldn't tell.

I lowered my head as I heard steady heel steps coming out of the room. The heels made a squeaking sound as they came in contact with the black tiles.

"You are late Mr." the voice came again and I felt smaller inside my suit. I wriggled in it to fit my smaller size, not too much though, so the woman won't notice that all my cool was gone just by hearing her voice. She doesn't know my name.

"Jack, I  am Mr. Jack, ma'am" I found my words struggling to come out. I am never like this.

"I know your name." she said again, I felt her eyes on me and I don't know how but it  made my blood boil. This was one of those that wanted to bring my father to nothing. And she has the guts to talk to me like that.

Calm down Jack.

My inner voice came to the rescue and soon my pride went below minimum.

"Well, Jack. Hand me your file." she said and I felt her moving. I picked up my head from its lowered position to see the woman's back facing the wall just behind the table. Her figure struck me and I couldn't refrain my eyes from enjoying the sight before me.

She was in a peach dress that ended where the edge of the table began, but that didn't stop her pointed butt cheeks from struggling with the dress to set them free. I shook my head, shaking off the image. I couldn't bare being fired on my first day just because I was checking out the back side of my enemy. My father would never forgive me.

I kept the file on the table and lowered my head again. I heard flips upon flips and she spoke again.

"I don't know why..." I felt anger in her high pitched voice. She shouldn't tear up my file though.

"I do need an assistant" she said, more to herself than to me. I laughed off that word from my ear. An assistant! To a woman! To my enemy! It would never happen, not over my...

"You are over dressed for the job you are being offered, Mr. Jack" her voice lacked joy. No humor just cold. She was mocking me actually but it felt more than it. It got to me.

I looked down at my self. Over dressed!  Then it occurred me to me that I never asked the receptionist or the woman that called me earlier  about the actual job I was offered. So much for my pride.

"I applied for the post of the Project manager, ma'am. I don't think I am over dressed for the position. I have to lead by example."  my speech was cut short by a loud...

"Shut up right this minute. Don't you dare counter my words ever again in your life. If I say you are over dressed, it means you are over dressed. Do you hear me?" she spat at my direction and I  remained unmoved. This is gonna be a bumpy ride.

"I am over dressed ma'am. I will work on that. I am sorry" Now I have to get used to saying the word sorry to this woman. Wow, and I am going to be a personal assistant instead of a project manager. So much for having a mapped out plan.

"Now, your first task as my assistant" she said and flung the file at me. I hurried and picked it up and soon she was at the door leading to what I guess was her personal office.

"Get me coffee." she stood facing me for a while, I was still just by her gazed. I had to see the woman that I would be taking orders from. I had to see the face of this woman with a voice colder than my father's.

"Yes ma'am" I said and slowly raised up my head, meeting her gaze.

I shouldn't have, I shouldn't have seen those eyes again. Those cold eyes, but  burning flames still alive within them. I should have kept my head down.

"Winnie?" I managed to say.

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