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that she sucked at office work she could at
least go back there.
     
    “Okay, if you’ll sit here for a minute
I’ll write up a list of things that I’d like you to do today. Then
I’ll take you through to where you’ll be working.” As he spoke he
was taking a pen out of its holder on the desk that Isobel could
have sworn was solid gold. Oh yeah, she’d definitely hit the
jackpot.
     
    Tyler seemed to be writing for an age
before he finally put the pen back down and handed her the paper
he’d been writing on. Isobel gulped when she saw how long the list
was, and then she gulped again when she saw some of the things
written on it, wondering if she’d bitten off more than she could
chew. Oh well, she’d never know if she didn’t at least
try.
     
    Her new boss, albeit possibly
temporary, got to his feet and Isobel followed suit, smoothing her
skirt down as she stood and noticing that Tyler’s eyes followed the
movement of her hands. “Follow me please, Isobel. Let’s get you
settled in.” Oh, she’d love to be settled in; in the crook of his
arms as he... She quickly put a leash on where her mind was taking
her. Now wasn’t the time or the place, even if she did wish
differently.
     
    She was led through one of the doors,
which turned out to be the entrance to what could only be called a
secretaries office. There was a buzz of chatter as the five or so
ladies who were present talked among themselves while they readied
themselves for the work day ahead. The talk soon ceased however, as
the boss walked in with a very quiet and subdued Isobel in
tow.
     
    “Good morning, ladies.”
There was a murmur of answering greetings. “This is Isobel. She’s
going to be my personal assistant, for today at least.” Isobel
noticed the mixed reactions his news received. One lady beamed a
smile in her direction, but most of them seemed to be pretty
annoyed, and she couldn’t help but wonder if maybe they’d each been
hoping that they would be the next personal assistant. Oh well, you snooze, you lose, bitches, she thought.
     
    Tyler seemed oblivious to the mixed
undercurrents running through the room, and carried on talking.
“Mary, I’d like you to show Isobel where she can find everything
she’ll need, please.” He spoke to the woman who had smiled at
Isobel, much to her relief.
     
    “Sure thing, boss.” Mary walked
towards Isobel with a friendly smile.
     
    “I’ll see you later, Isobel. Good
luck.” With that, Tyler walked back through the door that led into
his private office, leaving Isobel at the mercy of the
women.
     
    She looked around the room, smiling in
a way that she hoped would show the women that she wasn’t there to
make enemies, but to work. Mary caught the way everyone was glaring
and seemed to take pity on her, placing her hand on Isobel’s arm
and giving it a friendly pat. “Just ignore this bunch of cronies,
hon.” Her voice was quiet, but not a whisper. “They’re just bloody
jealous because you get to work up close and personal with the big
man.” She winked and then frowned at the other ladies. “Don’t you
lot have any work to do?”
     
    Isobel watched everyone scurry off to
their relevant work areas and then she followed Mary to a cubicle
that was set apart from the others. “This is where you’ll be
working. That’s when you’re not off running errands for Mr. James,
of course.” There was a desk with a top of the line computer set up
on it, a telephone that looked as though there were a hundred
different buttons and a myriad of paper trays and filing cabinets,
all of which looked full to the brim.
     
    Isobel gulped as she took it all in,
she’d never be able to figure any of this stuff out. She was doomed
before she began, it seemed. Mary laughed at her expression and
then hurried to reassure her. “Don’t panic sweetness. It’s not as
hard as it looks, and if you need any help you just give me a
holler. Okay?”
     
    Giving a slow nod of agreement,