“Fine, but I want you at your desk most of the day away from me...” ugh. “What about your shoes can you at least change those? Get some like Gina from downstairs wears.” Gina from downstairs wears flats because she broke her legs while skiing last month. This man can quite simply kiss my ass, though I do have a pair of flats in my car for when I planned to go shopping before going out with Nia tonight for her birthday. Damn he really gonna make me walk around in flats all the damn time? I suppress the urge to roll my eyes at his suggestion and make sure to keep the smile on my face intact.
“Sure Mr. Stohurst, I’ve got a pair of flats in the car with a nice loose burlap sack of a dress to go with it. I wouldn’t want to offend you and any of the other men here with my full figure and thick thighs.” He turned glaring at me as if he was ready to pop off and I shrink back some. He looked mean as hell sometimes especially when his eyes flickered unnaturally like that. Oop did I say to much? With a look of defeat, he lets out a sigh then rubs his temples.
“It’s too early in the morning to be dealing with you. I need coffee and something to eat before I can tackle all that’s wrong right now.” He seemed fed up and at his wits end. That right there was my queue to haul ass because something bad is bound to happen if I stayed in the beast’s presence any longer.
He’s the type to make everything I did a big deal. Channing Stohurst is just a bully and a beast and the moment my contract is up at this firm I’m going to go elsewhere. I’m tired of being put through the ringer for the smallest things. It’s exhausting working him with him. If he wasn’t paying me big money to work for him there is no way I’d remain here doing shit that’s not even in my contract. With his nasty attitude, disgusted glances and constant criticism about my clothes, my ego is at an all-time low.
If it wasn't for the constant attention from my male coworkers and the hateful looks I got from women, I'd think I'd lost my touch. Not many men went for big girls like me, but the men here had no issue with flirting with me. There has been many a times I thought I that I’d be fired by the way he’d burst in the break room a couple times while I was flirting. But hell, everyone in this damn building is either hitting on or fucking someone. I don’t understand how it was never an issue when others did it but if it was me all hell would break loose.
“Go get my coffee and collect my morning workload. Change your shoes and do your best to minimize contact with me today.” I go to get up from my seat, but his voice stops me. “One more thing. If I catch you fraternizing with the males in my building during work hours, your job will be terminated. Do I make myself clear Ms. Giles?”
Wow! Just when I thought he couldn’t get any lower. He'd never threatened my job before, write up and informal warning yes, but this? This is ridiculous. If he’s going to go through this much just to get rid of me then I think I really need to be seeing myself out.
“Yes sir Mr. Stohurst your point has been made clear as day.” Quickly, I make my way out and to my car so I can grab my dress and flats, groaning when I see that it’s not my comfortable clothes but my tight-fitting club outfit for tonight. The black bodycon dress is within the dress code but the bottom tended to ride up my ass too much if I bent down due to the scrunchy material. Shit I just know he’s going to say something. I can’t help but mutter curse words at him the whole time I change knowing I’m probably going to be asked to leave early. As I leave the stall from changing, I make my rounds not missing the workplace “baddies” gossiping, laughing and pointing at me.
Yeah, this is exhausting, being one of the two black girls in this building is a pain in the ass. Myself and my friend Nia, secretary to the CFO who had it as bad as I did. The Stohurst men are just terrible people who use the fact that they were born with a silver spoon in their mouths as grounds to mistreat people they deem insignificant. It’s a wonder they grew the business this much having such nasty attitudes. After picking up his workload, I grab his coffee and bagel, trying to balance everything as best I could, then head back to his office. When I notice the door closed, I roll my eye’s in frustration. All this shit in my hand and he couldn’t think to leave the door open as common curtsey? Sighing, I knock and wait for the okay to enter.
“Come in.” Doing the best I can to open the door without spilling anything, I place his workload at the corner of his desk before going around the desk to put his food on his side. You don’t have to lean away you ass, I don’t have the cooties. Just as I’m about to leave my hips bump into his desk accidentally knocking a flash drive to the floor. Dammit. I bend down to pick it up before he notices and I only groan when I see it fell under his desk. Damn it. No choice but to go down on all fours to reach on under the desk, I grab it going to stand but I grab his chair instead of his desk for support. “Can you mo-” I feel him pull the chair from my grip and turn and I don't know how but somehow I lose my balance and end up sprawled in his lap… with my skirt bunched at waist and thong clad ass sitting in lap.
So, shocked we both sit there unable to comprehend what happened. When I hear a knock on his office door that’s when I’m shaken and realize that I’m sitting on my bosses lap The CEO and founder for God’s fucking sake woman get the hell up!... hold up is that? I know I’m not crazy is that a hard on? Noooo! It’s my imagination. Embarrassed, I jump up and swoop down to grab the flash drive that fell again when I hear him start choking.
I look back and see my ass DIRECTLY in his beet red face. OH MY GOD! Standing straight I shimmy the dress skirt over my ass which is no small feat. I'm so damn embarrassed as my ass jiggles in this man’s face. I don't even bother to look at Mr. Stohurst because I don’t want to see the disgust in his eyes at my less than ideal body. I just simply throw his USB drive on his desk and haul ass out of his office practically in tears.
When I get to my desk, I wipe the tears that had fallen. When I sit, I place my hands on my head trying not to cry. That has to have been one of the most embarrassing things to have ever happened to me. Am I going to be fired? Will he spread it around the office? What’s going to happen to me? I was in full panic mode when I hear the phone at my desk ring pulling me from my dilemma. When I pick up the CFO, Landen Stohurst’s voice comes through sounding bored yet silky smooth.
“Angel I plan to have lunch with my brother today, would you be a dear and place an order at D’s Diner for takeout?”
“Sure Mr. Stohurst, will do.” I hang up frowning. Why is he asking me to do it when he has Nia there? When I feel a tap on my shoulder, I look up stunned to see Nia standing there holding my lunch.
“Angel? Girl, you ok? I've been standing here calling your name for the longest. Come on.” Confused I look up at the wall clock to see she's right, it's 12. No wonder Landen called me to order lunch, Nia was already on her way down here.
“Sorry Nia, I completely lost track of time. Let me order the boss men their food then I’ll be right there.” She nods walking off without me. I order their food and, in the process, wonder where the time hell the time went? I did absolutely nothing today beside get yelled at, have food spilled on me, and be embarrassed to no end. Today has been one of those days that leave you wondering if you were living a nightmare. After all is done, I call Landen to let him know that the order for food was placed. One of the better parts of the job is that they never made us go out of way to leave the office and run errands for them when we were busy or on lunch.