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What had started as a shittastic day was turning out to be rather interesting.
CHAPTER THREE
Saylor
I MUMBLED UNDERmy breath as I slammed the jackass’s door shut. His assistant, Ashley, glanced up at me and smiled.
“What did he say to you?”
Looking over at her, I asked, “What?”
She leaned back in her chair. “He’s moody, and the last person who went in there nearly came out sobbing. Charisa Phelps. She’s a product manager, and Mr. Quinn told her she didn’t know shit about the product she was working on. I thought she was going to fall to the ground and break down in tears.”
I frowned. The one golden rule for women in this business was to not let a man make you feel like less than he was. No matter how high up the ladder he was.
“You wouldn’t happen to have a Tide stick, would you?” I asked Ashley. “I have one back in my purse, but Mr. Quinn informed me I’m have to meet the CEOs and the board right now.”
With a huge grin, she nodded. She reached into her desk and pulled out a miracle stick from the Gods.
“Here ya go.”
I took it and quickly dabbed it on my blouse. “Thank you, Ashley. I owe you.” As I handed it back to her, I couldn’t help but notice her smile grow.
“Thank you for remembering my name.”
Drawing my head back in surprise, I asked, “Who doesn’t know your name? Mr. Quinn?”
“Oh no, he does. Some of the…well…some of the other marketing managers don’t know it or don’t try to remember it. They all think I’m sleeping with Mr. Quinn, which I’m not.”
Ugh. I knew how she felt. I had worked for a marketing firm during college as a receptionist and the man I’d worked for had called me the wrong name for two years. My last day, he’d finally gotten it right. Of course that was also when he’d backed me up against his door and tried to slip his hand up my skirt. Kneeing him in the balls probably wasn’t the best choice, but what’s a girl to do?
“I know how you feel.”
She lifted her brows. “You do?”
“Yes. I’ve been in your position before with a very touchy-feel boss who tried to hit on me my last day. It’s hard for women in the business world, even in this day and age. Don’t let it get you down.” Leaning in closer, I smiled. “When they treat you that way, it means they’re feeling threatened. Take it as a compliment.”
She smiled, and I saw her eyes light up. “Thank you, Ms. Night. I appreciate that. And for the record, Mr. Quinn has only ever been respectful and kind. Moody now and then, but never anything bad.”
“Call me Saylor, and I’m glad to hear that.”
“Okay! Thank you, Saylor. And please, if you ever need anything, let me know.”
The door to Mason’s office opened, and he walked out and over to Ashley’s desk. “Ashley, I’m afraid I’ll be in meetings all day. Would you mind picking up some lunch? Your choice today, and if you didn’t bring anything to eat, get food for yourself as well. My treat.”
My heart fluttered in my chest at Mason’s kind gesture. Okay, so maybe he wasn’t such an asshat.
He turned to me. “You ready?”
I cleared my thoughts and nodded. “Yes. Do I need anything for the meeting?” I asked, feeling completely taken aback by the kind gesture to his assistant.
“No.”
Mason’s response was clipped. Maybe he was getting into meeting mode or something.
We stepped into the elevator and he pushed the button for the top floor.
“I’m going to assume you did your homework on the company?” he asked.
