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“Ping-pong?” He raised a brow. “That’s a hard no.”
“Then why do you have a table at the office?”
“Because studies show that creative people need outlets. I had the team vote on what they wanted brought in, and this was the winner. But it’s only used when there is something to celebrate, at lunchtime, or after working for several hours when the whole team takes a break. I don’t micromanage my employees. I trust them. If they do their job, I’m happy. So, they have a space to have a little fun, and they appreciate it. This was similar to our setup in the city.”
I glanced over to see a large whiteboard with names listed and numbered. I couldn’t wait to jump in and get on that list.
He started walking again, and I followed him as we made our way up the stairs to the top floor.
“These are the administrative offices. This is your space here.” He motioned to the desk outside his office. It was a large, white modern desk, L-shaped, with lots of drawers and storage cabinets on the wall behind it. It wasn’t enclosed, so I’d be out in the open. I set my briefcase down and unzipped the top and pulled out the photo of my family and set it on the desk, before reaching back inside and finding the gold “G” that looked like a paperweight and setting it in the corner before pulling out my pad of inspirational sayings and setting it on the side of the desk. I liked to start the day with a positive mantra to kick things off.
He smirked. “You came prepared. Is that your family?”
“Yep. That’s all of us.”
“There’s a lot of you.”
“You can never have too many Reynolds,” I said, biting down on my bottom lip.
“I don’t know about that. One seems like plenty, so far.”
Ouch. He really wasn’t a fan of mine. I’d have to work on that.
“So, will I be working for everyone on this floor?”
“Absolutely not. You aremyadmin. If anyone starts tasking you, let me know. Grab a notebook—there are a few in the drawer—and meet me in my office. We’ll go over everything you’ll be doing for me.”
I glanced in the drawer and saw the bland spiral notebooks and shut it immediately. I reached into my bag and pulled out my cheetah notebook, along with my pink pen. I slipped off my coat, dropped my keys in my top desk drawer, and hurried into his office.
He’d taken off his coat, and his fitted black dress shirt strained against his broad shoulders. He wore black pants, black expensive-looking loafers, and a black belt.
“Wow. Someone’s channeling their inner Johnny Cash today.”
“Is that a cheetah notebook?” He completely ignored me as his eyes scanned my face and then moved down to my waist. He slowly perused my pink silk blouse, and I nervously pressed the nonexistent wrinkles out of my cream dress pants.
“It is. Do you have something against the cheetah?”
“Are you always a smart-ass?” he asked, folding his hands together and resting them on his desk. He was an intimidating man in a way, but for whatever reason, he didn’t scare me. I imagined most people squirmed under his death glare.
“Well, it depends on who you ask. Most of my family members would probably say yes. My friends would probably agree, too,” I said, in a bit of a ramble.
He groaned and held up his hands. “You do understand that I’m your boss, correct?”
Obviously, I knew he was my boss, as he’d interviewed me, and he was the president of the company. Bossman really wanted to drive this one home.
“I do.”
“Then let’s leave the smart-ass comments at the door.” He raised a brow, and I nodded.
Think of what Mom always says… You do not need to share every thought that runs through your mind.
“Got it, Mr. Lancaster,” I said, plastering a wide smile on my face.
He leaned back in his chair and cleared his throat. “Good. Tell me why you’re driving that ridiculous contraption in the cold.”
“My car is in the shop.” I’d already told him that, but I was trying not to be a smart-ass, so I wouldn’t remind him that he already knew the answer to that question.
“When will it be ready?”
