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“Glad you could finally join me,” I hear a voice say from behind me.
Turning around, I see Jared exiting his office, the tinted glass of the windows and doors having obscured my view of him while he was inside. I’ve seen him in suits a countless number of times, but never while he’s at work. The dark grey, three-piece suit is well tailored to fit him, giving him a professional air I’m sure is required for a person of his status.
“I’m actually five minutes early,” I say, looking at the time on the desktop that reads five minutes to nine.
“I typically like to see an earlier start, but this will do,” he says, looking me up and down.
Setting down my bag, I begin to take out the basic things I’ll need for the day. My phone, water bottle, and some standard office supplies, including sticky notes and pencils, begin to fill the surface of my desk.
“Actually, I have a list of tasks I need you to do first,” Jared says, handing me a note sheet. “It has some information on the organizational software I like to use, how to access my calendar, and some things I need you to finish as soon as possible.”
Giving the list a quick glance, my eyes bulge as I take in all he wants me to do. This isn’t “some things,” but a long list of tasks that look like they’ll take me hours.
“Setting up those meetings is a priority,” he says, his voice having lost all amusement to take on an authoritative tone.
Despite how daunting the tasks feel and how nervous I am about my first day on the job, I try not to let it show on my face. Though things may take some getting used to, I’m confident that I can excel at the job, despite having to take on the added hassle of answering to Jared.
“Okay. Well, how do—” I start, looking up from the list.
But my words are cut off by the closing of Jared’s office door. He didn’t even let me ask any questions before deciding to leave me here to figure everything out on my own.
“Asshole,” I grumble as I turn to face my monitor.
I quickly put away what I can in some of the desk drawers, telling myself I’ll organize things better when I have the time.
Turning on the monitor, I begin to set up the computer so I have access to the things it seems I need, including Jared’s calendar.
As I pull it up, I’m surprised by how full it is. Though I know that Jared is a CEO, meaning he’s probably extremely busy when it comes to running this company, I can’t conceptualize him doing anything other than bothering me and loitering at my parents’ house.
Knowing I only have so much time to get things done, I start with firing off emails to try and set up the necessary meetings.
What I’m not prepared for is how quick the replies are, and I’m left jumping between several email threads to try and work out logistics when it comes to times for meetings that work with Jared’s schedule.
It’s a bit overwhelming, but I had to do this a lot for my last job, so I quickly get the hang of toggling between conversations.
Once three of the meetings are scheduled, I look at what other tasks are on the list. Jared needs me to pick up materials from different offices in his company, such as HR and marketing. Luckily, he was nice enough to include the floor numbers.
I first rush to the Marketing Department, collecting samples of potential new advertisements that Jared has to review. I then head to the Finance Department, where I have to gather a box full of quarterly reports for the last several years for Jared to also look over.
By the time I make it back to the top floor, I’m weighed down by a variety of different reports, samples, and policies that Jared has to assess.
While I knew Jared was a CEO, I can literally only imagine him sitting at a desk typing away at the computer. Obviously, he has had to do more than that, and seeing all the different things I had to collect for him shows me just how much work he really does have to do.
“Good, you’re finally back. I need you to go and pick up my lunch. I like the Classic Italian from Figaro’s,” Jared says, easily taking the heavy box that is holding all I had to carry.
He doesn’t say anything else as he turns to go back into his office. Great, I’ve barely caught my breath from before. Now I have to go twenty blocks to get the man’s stupid sandwich.
At least it keeps me away from him.
By the time I make it to the sandwich shop and back, I’m again trying to catch my breath, having really sped here towards the end.
Jared must be able to hear me when I get back up here, because just like before, he comes out of his office right on time.
“Good, my sandwich. Do you think you can make me a coffee? With cream and one sugar,” he says, taking the brown paper bag from my hands and turning right back around to his office.
I keep an expression of irritation off my face until he’s heading back into his office. What is with this menial work? No wonder his assistant quit. I wouldn’t be surprised if nothing was wrong with her family, and she just needed to get away from him.
Heading to the break room, I rush to try and get Jared’s coffee made. The machine is very high tech, with a bunch of attachments I’m not familiar with. However, after a couple minutes of looking it over I figure out how to make a basic cup of coffee.
