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Under Her Thumb

... desk, leaning back in an oversized black leather executive chair. I take a seat in one of the visitor’s chairs, sinking back into the soft leather. ‘I just spoke to Wordsworth. He wasn’t very happy of course, but in the end he agreed.’ ‘W-what did he agree?’ My dismissal of course. He can’t have been happy with it, but Ms. Saunders has a lot of clout in this company. ‘That you join my team for the new marketing project. I have you on loan for a period of three months.’ ‘I-I don’t quite understand…’ ‘I’m starting a new project, and I need a finance person to crunch the numbers for me. You’re the man. It’s all been arranged. Mr. Wordsworth just can’t say no to me.’ ‘I-I’m overwhelmed.’ ‘As you should be. You’ll be working for me now. As we speak a desk is being set up for you in the area next to my office. You will report exclusively to me, as my financial and personal assistant. Sara will go through the details with you.’ ‘W-what will that entail?’ ‘Well, for starters you will draft a financial proposal for the project. You know, financially justifying the viability of the project, setting up a cost picture, that sort of thing. You’ll be managing the project’s finances in its initial stages and monitor its expenditures. You’ve done that before. And of course I will assign a few off-curriculum tasks to you as well.’ ‘Off-curriculum? I-I’m not sure I understand.’ ‘Oh, nothing to worry about. From what I saw yesterday, I think you’ll enjoy that part of your job description. You ...

... can start by bringing me a cup of coffee. Black, two sugars.’ My head is spinning. I expected none of this. ‘Come on, get going. I have a busy schedule today.’ I get up hesitantly and leave her office to go to the cafeteria, where I pour her coffee the way she requested it. Sara waves me past without formality, but I knock before entering the office again. I set the cup on the desk before Ms. Saunders. She looks up from the newspaper she’s reading, first at the cup, than at me. Then she sends it sailing across the room with a sudden lash of her left hand. I have to step aside to avoid getting scalded by the flying drops of coffee. The soft carpet keeps cup and saucer from breaking. ‘Where’s the milk?’ ‘I-I’m sorry. You said black.’ ‘I always have condensed milk in a little dish with my coffee. Everybody knows that. And use a tray. What kind of lousy service is this?’ ‘Right away, Ms. Saunders. I’m sorry.’ ‘And bring something to mop up the mess you made.’ Sara looks at me with the same glee as before when I scurry out of the office with the cup and saucer rattling in my nervous hands. She could have told me! I hurry back with fresh coffee and a side of milk on a serving tray. Ms. Saunders is on the phone when I step in. I place the tray on her desk and with a rag soaked in soapy water proceed to clean the stain in the carpet where she threw the first cup of coffee I had brought her. Luckily the carpet is a dark blue. I return the rag to the cafeteria and when I’m back in the ...