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Under Her Thumb

... effective hands-on training Sara shows me my new desk. It has already a new computer installed. I start to move my stuff. When I am done, it is noon and Sara has left for lunch. I go to the men’s room to freshen up and brush my teeth, then I take the elevator down to the company restaurant on the ground floor. My co-workers inquire about my new assignment. The official details fail to satisfy their curiousity, but it is all they get out of me. When I’m back on the sixth floor, Sara has already returned from lunch so I report to her as instructed. She pulls a thick file from the filing cabinet behind her and hands it over to me. ‘We’ll go over these in Ms. Saunders’ office. She’ll be out for the afternoon, but she has authorized me the use of her office. We’ll be undisturbed there.’ We sit at the conference table in Ms. Saunders’ office. For the next two hours, Sara outlines the project for me. We go through every detail, especially the financial side of it. She fills me in on my responsibilities and hands me a sheet with a timeline. ‘That’s it for the project. As for your other duties, Ms. Saunders has asked me to outline those for you as well and start your training.’ ‘Excuse me?’ I can’t believe she just said that, but she ignores the incredulous look on my face. ‘Now don’t start making yourself any illusions. Whatever transpires between us is exclusively for the purpose of your training. I do not do this by choice. I am merely following instructions from my superior.’ I ...

... have known of Ms. Saunders’ man-eater reputation for some time now, but I never imagined the scope of it. No wonder nobody talks openly about it. What surprises me most, though, is that shy Sara, the prototype of the wallflower, is not only in on the whole scheme, but obviously also an active part in it. Who would have thought? ‘What I want you to understand is that I’m only doing my job. I don’t particularly like you so nothing of this is personal. Is that clear?’ ‘Y-yes, sure, Sara.’ ‘Just to keep things clear between us, you will abstain from addressing me by my first name. I may not technically be your superior, but Ms. Saunders’ orders come mostly through me and we need to establish a relationship of respect. So from now on, I will be Ms. Pennington to you.’ ‘Yes, Ms. Pennington.’ ‘Good. Let’s start then. Ms. Saunders expects her first coffee of the day at eight sharp, when she arrives. Have it ready so you can bring it in to her as soon as she steps into her office, along with two donuts and the newspapers of the day. The donuts you will buy on your way to work, I will pay you back from petty cash at the end of the month if you have the invoices. She’ll have only Doolittle’s, one chocolate with sprinkled with rasped coconut rasping and one with strawberry jam filling and powder sugar. The coffee you prepare in the cafeteria, she likes it strong with two lumps of sugar and condensed milk at the side. The newspapers you get in the mail room, they are marked with her name. ...