The CEO's Secrets

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ttire dress that’s appropriate to wear. I was a bit unsure at first. I’ve never had to dress this formally before, so I’m

men, s

seems like a very busy man and I’m sure will have dozens of employees trying to cont

se I’m nervous to start working and I’m nervous to see Atlas. He’s a very flirty man, and I’

t thinking and I knock softly to let him know I’m here. I hear him call out to enter and I try my best to open t

m sure are very important. The way his reading glasses sit on the bridg

ent. Do I sit down on the seat in front of his desk or does he want me to

n he sees I haven’t moved. He slowly removes t

pointing the pen at the seats, “Or do you w

on my feet, “I’m

d returns his attenti

when I was here yesterday because I was too shocked and nervous. Now that I’m really looking

ut of place or lost. There isn’t many objects lying around, everything is neatly kept and in its place. May

placing them gently on the desk. He shoves his hand

y, “I’ll spend as much time with you as I can, teaching you everything you need to know. It isn

g schedules and the other employee I’ll be working with and what their jobs are. He spent some tim

voice and the way he speaks so passionately about his livelihood. I admire how hard he must’ve had to work to ge

myself working the phones. Atlas did tell me to make myself co

so lovely and inviting. They’re making me feel so comfortable here already. There was o

rmed my heart. I’m standing in the kitchen talking to a man who works

las’s type. I’m sure she would do anything for him, if you know what

not here to try and sleep with the CEO like most people would think.

lous of me, which I would understand because work

the coffee machine next to Jane. She stops talki

e’s listening, “I thought I would let you know that I d

myself too. Instead of taking a back seat and letting rumors circulat

talking about,” She mumb

“You don’t need to lie. I get it’s weird having someone new in th

hand. Just like the other day, I watch the hot liquid fly thr

what happened with Atlas. Maybe I’m not mean

feel bad for spilling it on her, but then I think back t

veryone in the room is watch

” I mumble, trying t

her arm up in my direction. The contents

quid hits my chest, dripping down my clothing. Jane and I