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“I think for now, we should remain formal and we’ll go from there.”
“Alright, Mr. Thatcher. Nice suit.” She winks.
“Thanks. Now, it’s time to get down to business.”
“Right. Um, which department will you be moving to from here?”
I still have to cover the marketing department, the accounting department, and the strategy team, before making stops at the numerous mini-departments.
“We’ll be moving to the marketing department. Now, you’ve worked with most of the teams I’ll be meeting today beforehand, so I’ll need your experience. Also, I’ll need your expertise in human relations.”
She smiles. “Anything for you, Mr. Thatcher.”
Is she flirting with me? I’m not pleased with the way she is acting and I purse my lips, refusing to return her smile. I don’t condone in work environment relationships, so I’m hoping this is just her being nervous for meeting me and not something I have to worry about.
I rise to my feet. “Let’s go.”
We walk out of her office and head for the elevator where some people are already waiting when we arrive. We all enter as the elevator doors slide open.
Inside, Sara stands before me. We are not exactly at full capacity and there is room inside, but Sara moves back and her ass presses against my crotch. Not wanting her to have the wrong idea or cause an incident, grimacing, I move back an inch. This dance of her stepping back against me and me pulling away lasts until I’m against the elevator walls. I’m not enjoying this and I’m almost sure she is doing this on purpose, since there is no one in front of her that could cause her to be pushed back against me. Just as she’s about to press into me again, we reach the sixth floor. Heaving a sigh of relief, I get off.
What is Sara playing at?
“I’m sorry about the elevator, Mr. Thatcher. It was a bit tight in there and I needed space. That’s why I kept shifting.” She beams a smile at me. “Was the ride uncomfortable for you?”
Yes, because I don’t appreciate having my personal space invaded like that.“That’s okay. I understand.”
We arrive at the marketing department.
The main area is busier than the human relations department. A man on a call nearly collides with me, and he waves a hand in apology. I look around. How am I supposed to find Chris like this?
Chris Burnham is the manager of the marketing department, responsible for our firm’s marketing and promotion to the public. Of the managers for the departments I dealt with, he’s the one I’m most familiar with. In the initial stages of the takeover, I had to rely on his knowledge.
Sara touches my shoulder. I turn, shrugging it off in the process. I’m starting to get really annoyed at her lack of awareness and respect for my personal space, whether she is doing it on purpose or not.
“Are you looking for Chris’s office?”
I nod. “Do you know where it is?”
She beams a smile. “Sure, Mr. Thatcher. Follow me.”
She leads me through a corridor to a reception area. There’s no one behind the desk, so I walk to the door and knock. It’s open, so I pull it back to let him know I am here.
Chris is on a call, pacing. Tall, and lean, Chris is a man with striking features: slicked-back auburn hair, and grayish eyes. He grins when he sees me, and waves to a seat.
“Yeah. Just get it done. I have to go now. I’ll call you later.”
He ends the call. He’s almost on his feet, but I wave him back.
“Mr. Thatcher. You’re here at last. It’s so good to see you again, sir.” He shakes my hand, before turning to Sara. “You’re giving him the tour, right?”
“Not really,” I say, even though the question isn’t for me. “I just needed her expertise on some matters. There’s still that meeting with the department heads, but I thought I’d meet you first.”
He nods. “The meeting is at eleven. You still have an hour or so to get acquainted with your floor. I suggest you go take a breather.”
He has a point. I’ve not seen my new office.
“Good idea. Both of you should prepare for the meeting. I’ll go get settled.”
