What To Do?

“Hello,” he says making the very depths of me shiver. What the

hell was that I say to myself as I continue walking? Making my

way throughout the day just became much more difficult. I

managed to remember to pick up my boss’s dry cleaning, pay his

utility bills, drop off the check for his children’s tuition, pick up his

flyers from the print shop, and take his dog to the groomers. The

life of a personal assistant is much like the analogy of a chicken

running around with its head cut off. Making my way back to my

desk my reflection shows I’ve been wearing a love sick smile as an

accessory. “What are you gleaming about?” asks the receptionist

from down the hall. Oh nothing just happy I got all my running

done early that’s all is the response I throw at her nonchalantly as

I anxiously log into my computer and check the voice mail

messages. As the trail of seemingly never ending messages ring in

my ear I can’t help my mind constantly drifting back to the “Hello”

from hours before. The surge returns and I squirm in the seat

wanting to embrace the feelings that are radiating throughout my

lower extremities, but knowing full well that if I do I might just

cum from the intensity. “Naranja” calls Mr. Gall. What can I do for

you sir? “I have to get these resources confirmed and the company

financial statements verified and reconciled by Thursday so I can

present my preliminary ad ideas to upper management by Monday

morning” Sure I’ll get started on those right away. Damn its

Tuesday I really hate when he throws a weeks’ worth of work at me

at the last minute and expect me to complete it with a snipers

precision. While complaining to myself inaudibly I notice Mr. Gall

coming out of his office with his briefcase and realize he’s leaving

for the day at 2:30. “Have a good evening sir” I encourage with a

smile. He just nodes and continues out the door. Feeling

aggravated by his early departure after dumping his workload on

me I let out an exasperated sigh and decide to work on all of this

from home. I pack up all the files and pieces of scratch paper he has

written notes on into my bag, grab my jacket off the back of my

chair, and head out the door as well. 

Figuring it is going to be a long night of research I stop at the

coffee house between work and home. When I walk in the door my

mind is coordinating the best attack plan to accomplish the tasks

Mr. Gall has so enthusiastically assigned me. I swear this man

wants me to fail miserably so he can have a reason to request

another assistant that will be a much more jovial ego stoker.

Proceeding to the counter in my fog of what to do and in what

order, I stand before the teenager that obviously would rather be

anywhere but standing behind the cash register and place my order.

As she walks away to prepare my mocha latte, with three extra

shots to kick up the caffeine, I hear a familiar voice speaking softly

behind me. “Twice in one day, I must play the lotto when I leave.”

Slowly I turn around and gaze into the most gorgeous brown eyes

I’ve come across in all my years, instantly I’m paralyzed and have

lost all brain function. He continues, “So still haven’t gotten your

caffeine fill either, huh?” I watch his lips aware that he is speaking

to me but I can’t hear a word he is saying, my ears have closed and

all I can hear is the galloping of my heart and the strain of my lungs

as they try to continue functioning without the help of my brain.

Damn he is as beautiful as a celestial being floating towards me

from the most magnificent sunset ever to be shone on a movie

screen.

Since my hearing has failed I can only feel the warmth of the words

he is speaking to me. Each twinkle of his eyes starts a new on slide

of sensations that are engulfing me like a black hole swallowing up

a solar system, one planet at a time. I’m cold, I’m hot, I’m

confused, I’m elated, I’m lost, I’m his, he had me at “Hello”. ©

To Be Continued……