You Look Like I Need A Drink [Starla]
Posted: 27 Aug 2017, 02:19
“Your new paralegal is here.”
The soft spoken words broke through her concentration, and she forced her tired gaze from the glare of her screen with a quiet sigh. “At least this one is on time. She is on time, isn’t she?” It was increasingly difficult for her to keep up with the new schedules, and as she fought to keep her voice even, she watched her assistant from beneath half-closed eyes. Ayanna had grown immensely over the course of their time together, and already had her tablet in hand, stylist tapping at the screen. “A few minutes early, actually. She was scheduled for nine. It’s fifteen minutes till.” The delectable woman voiced the words with an amused roll of her eyes, white glossed lips curving into a smile. Tossing her pen onto the desk, she leaned back in her chair as her gaze swept to the clock, verifying the time with a laugh.
“I thought she’d be the one,” she stated, her voice as closed to pleased as it would ever be. Drumming her painted nails against the pristine surface of her desk, she hummed in thought for a moment before finally nodding her head. “Send her in. There is a lot to do, and the files that were sent over are a mess. If she’s here early, then she’ll work early.” Without missing a beat, Ayanna inclined her head and turned, the sound of her heels echoing off the nearly bare walls as she made her way towards the waiting room.
“She will see you now. No, you’re not in any trouble.”
Catching the end of her sentence, Ivara chuckled quietly as she reached across her desk to gather the files. The moment Ayanna traveled back into the room, Genesis close on her heels, she was once again struck by the ethereal beauty of the pair. She hadn’t set out to employee gorgeous women, though, she wouldn’t complain about how it turned out. Once her assistant stepped to the side, the smile was wiped from her painted lips, and the bored glare had returned as she hummed in thought.
“Eager, are we?”
She didn’t bother giving the brunette a chance to respond, and instead slid the stack of files across the desk, her fingers tapping on the top one. “I’ve kept them organized for you, but that is about all I can say. Whoever put these together before us… well,” trailing off, she grit her teeth in frustration. “My wife could have done a better job, and she has the intelligence of a brain dead squirrel.” Ignoring the choked laugh from Ayanna, she kept her cold stare locked on Genesis, brow raised. “I need this sorted and figured out by noon Friday. I have faith you will accomplish this. If not, I’ll see you at McDonald’s.”
Relaxing back in her seat, she waited for the woman to finally speak, and when she did, she smiled. “No problem, Miss Johansson. I will get right on this. My office is next door, oui?” Without saying a word, she waved a hand towards Ayanna, and the woman headed out of the office, Genesis and files hurrying behind her just as the bell chimed, causing her assistant to hesitate.
“She is not taking visitors.”
The soft spoken words broke through her concentration, and she forced her tired gaze from the glare of her screen with a quiet sigh. “At least this one is on time. She is on time, isn’t she?” It was increasingly difficult for her to keep up with the new schedules, and as she fought to keep her voice even, she watched her assistant from beneath half-closed eyes. Ayanna had grown immensely over the course of their time together, and already had her tablet in hand, stylist tapping at the screen. “A few minutes early, actually. She was scheduled for nine. It’s fifteen minutes till.” The delectable woman voiced the words with an amused roll of her eyes, white glossed lips curving into a smile. Tossing her pen onto the desk, she leaned back in her chair as her gaze swept to the clock, verifying the time with a laugh.
“I thought she’d be the one,” she stated, her voice as closed to pleased as it would ever be. Drumming her painted nails against the pristine surface of her desk, she hummed in thought for a moment before finally nodding her head. “Send her in. There is a lot to do, and the files that were sent over are a mess. If she’s here early, then she’ll work early.” Without missing a beat, Ayanna inclined her head and turned, the sound of her heels echoing off the nearly bare walls as she made her way towards the waiting room.
“She will see you now. No, you’re not in any trouble.”
Catching the end of her sentence, Ivara chuckled quietly as she reached across her desk to gather the files. The moment Ayanna traveled back into the room, Genesis close on her heels, she was once again struck by the ethereal beauty of the pair. She hadn’t set out to employee gorgeous women, though, she wouldn’t complain about how it turned out. Once her assistant stepped to the side, the smile was wiped from her painted lips, and the bored glare had returned as she hummed in thought.
“Eager, are we?”
She didn’t bother giving the brunette a chance to respond, and instead slid the stack of files across the desk, her fingers tapping on the top one. “I’ve kept them organized for you, but that is about all I can say. Whoever put these together before us… well,” trailing off, she grit her teeth in frustration. “My wife could have done a better job, and she has the intelligence of a brain dead squirrel.” Ignoring the choked laugh from Ayanna, she kept her cold stare locked on Genesis, brow raised. “I need this sorted and figured out by noon Friday. I have faith you will accomplish this. If not, I’ll see you at McDonald’s.”
Relaxing back in her seat, she waited for the woman to finally speak, and when she did, she smiled. “No problem, Miss Johansson. I will get right on this. My office is next door, oui?” Without saying a word, she waved a hand towards Ayanna, and the woman headed out of the office, Genesis and files hurrying behind her just as the bell chimed, causing her assistant to hesitate.
“She is not taking visitors.”