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“Whenever he calls you,” she said and turned to look at me, “drop whatever you’re doing and answer him. He never calls for help unless he really needs it,” she concluded and walked out of the office.
I opened the desktop, and his daily schedule popped up. I’ll be able to prepare for his meetings and inform him of the upcoming trips and work deadlines he has. I’ve got this in the bag.
How hard can this be?
CHAPTER 4
Dillon
“Come in,” I said as I heard a knock on the door.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Xander,” Azzaria said as she entered. “There’s a call coming through to you, you have a meeting with Jess Corporations in about half an hour, and your lunch is almost here,” she stated.
“Is that all?”
“Yes, it is.”
If my grandparents were in this room right now, they’d lecture me about projecting my problems, and I’d tell them, “It’s just how I’m wired,” and my granddad would call me a hardass, and we’d laugh. Sometimes, every moment that happens in my life reminds me of them, but on a day like this, remembering them only makes my day worse.
Azzaria went back to her office and decided to send off the reports and prepare the minutes and notices for the next meeting to come. There’s a monitoring task software installed on all employee computers, so I could see what each of them was up to.
I picked up the transferred call, knowing that I’d be even more irritated than I was before. Moments like this reminds me of how much I regret getting married. The lawyers on the phone were telling me bullshit. Our divorce should’ve been simpler than this. I’ve given into her every demand and yet, she won’t leave me alone. What does it take for a man to get rid of a woman?
“Can I file for a restraining order?”
“We’ve spoken to Mr. Reyes about that and we’re working out the specifics.”
“Alright then, we’ll speak again soon.”
My call with Jess & Co was pushed back for a few hours because they had rescheduled as well as I had to go over my speech for the museum opening tomorrow.
After months of filing for the business and operating license, it finally came through, and I can now legally operate a museum, and I was even gifted a few hundred artifacts from all around the world.
“Sir?” I heard a faint feminine voice call out.
“Yes?”
“Here are the minutes and notices for all your upcoming meetings. The Lancer’s report is there as well, and I tweaked your speech for tomorrow a bit,” she said and handed me all the documents.
“Tweaked my speech because?”
“It sounds like it was written by a high-schooler failing English. The run-ons, as well as it not putting you in the best light. Did you even proofread it or did you have your writer do it?”
“My writer and please,” I said, showing her the seat, “enlighten me on the changes.”
She took her seat on the far-end sofa and took the papers from me. “You know I don’t bite, right?” I asked jokingly.
“I wouldn’t be too sure of that.” She laughed, “but why did you say that?”
“You took the farthest seat in the room,” I noted.
“Professionalism, but let’s get to the speech. I can come a bit closer if you’d like,” she mentioned.
“Please do,” I said.
“So, the line where it starts off by saying ‘I’m here to speak on…’ take that out because what are you, five?”
“What would you suggest?”
