picks up several of my pieces of paper and begins to read them. He carefully looks over my notes and looks at me.
“You are a little too smart to be a secretary,” the T. Rex says. My heart begins to jump out of my chest. Of fuck. I think my cover is blown.
“I don’t understand,” I say in a mousy voice.
“I don’t see one typo in any of your notes. You even spelled the city of Zhongshon correctly,” Mr. Rex says as he stares right through me.
I don’t know what to say. My experience as a journalism student at the University of Texas as well as my proofreading job at the Austin Statesman may blow my cover.
“Mr. Rex. I know how important these meetings are to the company. And I strive to provide you with the best notes possible,” I say.
The imposing billionaire looks me up and down. And for a moment, I could swear that he is checking me out. I can feel his eyes scanning every part of my body. I look up at Mr. Rex’s massive chest and his huge arms.
“I have another teleconference at Midnight. I’m going to hold that meeting at my estate. I’d like you to come with me and take notes,” he says.
I nearly pass out. He wants me to come to his estate?! My undercover story looks like it’s going to be a blockbuster! I nervously say, “yes.” Then I ask, “Um, I don’t have your address, Mr. Rex?”
“You can come with me in my helicopter. I’ll have my personal driver take you home afterward,” the T. Rex says as my body begins to shake. Helicopter rides. A late night meeting with the most powerful man in Texas. This is all too surreal for me to handle.
“Thank you, Mr. Rex,” I say with a smile.
“Alright, I’m going to get some more updates from Asia and then we will be leaving within the hour,” he says.
I almost want to jump up and down. This is more exciting and exhilarating than I could ever imagine.
So I sit there in Mr. Rex’s office while he talks on the phone with other departments. He doesn’t seem to mind that I am inside his office. Then it hits me, we are all alone. I get up from the chair and begin to sort of wander around this massive office. I slowly walk over to the giant floor to ceiling windows and observe the entire city of Dallas below me. This is a true “Master of the Universe” kind of view. As I watch the city, I catch a reflection of Mr. Rex checking me out. A little smile comes across my face. Of course, he is a guy. The kind of alpha male, masculine kind of guy filled with adrenaline and energy. I want to look back and sort of smile or flirt with him. Then I have to remind myself, This man is my boss. And he has a temper. I dare not risk losing this job and losing the biggest story of the decade.
I look over to the right and see a door. I wonder where that goes. I walk over the door and slowly open it. Oh, it’s Mr. Rex’s personal bathroom suite complete with a shower and jacuzzi. Of course, an office like this has to have all the bells and whistles. I look around and see a full bar. I walk over to the bar and notice a mini-fridge. I open the fridge and find a couple of bottles of beers as well as some orange juice.
“Vanessa!” Mr. Rex barks. I jump to attention, leaving the damn mini-fridge door dangling open.
“Yes, Mr. Rex!”
“Let’s go,” he says as he puts on his jacket. The T. Rex stops for a moment and notices the fridge door is open. My face turns white. “Did you want something to drink?”
“Um, yeah sure,” I say as I nervously grab a bottle of orange juice.
Mr. Rex walks out of the office. I quickly follow him. As he leaves, Mr. Rex’s assistants wish him a good night. We go inside the elevator. Mr. Rex places his fingerprint on a scanner, and the elevator begins to rise. I nervously stand next to the massive beast of a man whose chest rises with every breath like a bull. The elevator doors open. I hear the massive whipping sound of a helicopter
“You are a little too smart to be a secretary,” the T. Rex says. My heart begins to jump out of my chest. Of fuck. I think my cover is blown.
“I don’t understand,” I say in a mousy voice.
“I don’t see one typo in any of your notes. You even spelled the city of Zhongshon correctly,” Mr. Rex says as he stares right through me.
I don’t know what to say. My experience as a journalism student at the University of Texas as well as my proofreading job at the Austin Statesman may blow my cover.
“Mr. Rex. I know how important these meetings are to the company. And I strive to provide you with the best notes possible,” I say.
The imposing billionaire looks me up and down. And for a moment, I could swear that he is checking me out. I can feel his eyes scanning every part of my body. I look up at Mr. Rex’s massive chest and his huge arms.
“I have another teleconference at Midnight. I’m going to hold that meeting at my estate. I’d like you to come with me and take notes,” he says.
I nearly pass out. He wants me to come to his estate?! My undercover story looks like it’s going to be a blockbuster! I nervously say, “yes.” Then I ask, “Um, I don’t have your address, Mr. Rex?”
“You can come with me in my helicopter. I’ll have my personal driver take you home afterward,” the T. Rex says as my body begins to shake. Helicopter rides. A late night meeting with the most powerful man in Texas. This is all too surreal for me to handle.
“Thank you, Mr. Rex,” I say with a smile.
“Alright, I’m going to get some more updates from Asia and then we will be leaving within the hour,” he says.
I almost want to jump up and down. This is more exciting and exhilarating than I could ever imagine.
So I sit there in Mr. Rex’s office while he talks on the phone with other departments. He doesn’t seem to mind that I am inside his office. Then it hits me, we are all alone. I get up from the chair and begin to sort of wander around this massive office. I slowly walk over to the giant floor to ceiling windows and observe the entire city of Dallas below me. This is a true “Master of the Universe” kind of view. As I watch the city, I catch a reflection of Mr. Rex checking me out. A little smile comes across my face. Of course, he is a guy. The kind of alpha male, masculine kind of guy filled with adrenaline and energy. I want to look back and sort of smile or flirt with him. Then I have to remind myself, This man is my boss. And he has a temper. I dare not risk losing this job and losing the biggest story of the decade.
I look over to the right and see a door. I wonder where that goes. I walk over the door and slowly open it. Oh, it’s Mr. Rex’s personal bathroom suite complete with a shower and jacuzzi. Of course, an office like this has to have all the bells and whistles. I look around and see a full bar. I walk over to the bar and notice a mini-fridge. I open the fridge and find a couple of bottles of beers as well as some orange juice.
“Vanessa!” Mr. Rex barks. I jump to attention, leaving the damn mini-fridge door dangling open.
“Yes, Mr. Rex!”
“Let’s go,” he says as he puts on his jacket. The T. Rex stops for a moment and notices the fridge door is open. My face turns white. “Did you want something to drink?”
“Um, yeah sure,” I say as I nervously grab a bottle of orange juice.
Mr. Rex walks out of the office. I quickly follow him. As he leaves, Mr. Rex’s assistants wish him a good night. We go inside the elevator. Mr. Rex places his fingerprint on a scanner, and the elevator begins to rise. I nervously stand next to the massive beast of a man whose chest rises with every breath like a bull. The elevator doors open. I hear the massive whipping sound of a helicopter
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