A lunch break

The doorknob twisted and I sighed in relief when I saw that it was not Damien Jaeger who had walked into my office.

"Ken, what brings you here?" I asked in surprise.

Ken, who was dressed in a blue blazer, white shirt and blue pants the same colour as his eyes smiled nervously at me. He ruffled his hair, "Good morning, Mélie."

"Good morning Ken." I greeted and waited for him to speak. My mind was already drifting from him.

"I was thinking if you wanna go out for lunch later." He said, "I know you've been busy and stuff, so you don't really have time for…"

The office phone rang and I quickly stretched out my hand to get it, glad it had disrupted the conversation, "Mélie Shapman here, Good morning." I said into the phone.

"Yes, Mister Berkley…"

"Please hold while I confirm Mister Jaeger's schedule." I put the call on hold and raised my gaze to Ken who had been waiting patiently for me, "Ken, can we talk later? I'm kinda busy."

"Uhm, sure." Ken said and excused himself out of my office.

The truth is that after what happened at lunch the other day, Ken has started behaving weird around me- and I knew those sorts of behaviours all too well. I shook my head at the thought. None of them knew I was a married woman. Not Mister Stance, not Mister Norman and not Ken either. I didn't blame them. I had nothing to show for this illustration of a marriage that I was living.
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"What is my schedule from Friday through Saturday?" Damien Jaeger asked. He had summoned me to his office.

"You have a lunch date with Selena Hawkins tomorrow by 12, zoom meeting with the managing director of H.R.A by 2 and another zoom meeting with Franklin Garfield scheduled for 4pm. on Friday."

"Then on Saturday…"

"Cancel all meetings and appointments for tomorrow and Saturday." Damien Jaeger cut in.

"Why?"

"Just do as you are told Mélie." He said.

"But Franklin Garfield has been looking forward to an appointment with you since March and your schedule hasn't allowed it. I was barely able to squeeze this zoom…"

"Like I said Mélie," He said with annoyed impatience, "Do as you're told."

"Alright." I replied, "I'll just inform them of the change in schedule."

He nodded and went back to his laptop while I took my leave. What was the moodswing all about? I thought.
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Knock. Knock. Knock

"Come in." I said. It was already time for lunch and I wondered if Ken had returned to ask me to lunch again.

"Mélie."

"Mrs Jones!" I beamed as I took sight of her. I haven't seen her in ages. She looked good in her grey shirt and blazer. Her short hair was resting just above her shoulders and like the last time I saw her, she was wearing her square glasses which I now suspected were for medical purposes. There was a wide grin on her face which revealed all her teeth.

"How is the boss's favourite assistant doing?" She asked.

I chuckled, "I'm definitely NOT his favourite."

"May sound hard to believe, but you are." She said, "You've made it past a week and you don't look miserable at all."

"Let's reach that one month dear. Then maybe we can shift it up to a year." She added jokingly.

"Maybe."

She walked to my desk and settled herself into one of the two seats facing me, "Any admirers yet?"

I laughed. She had asked that question like a curious teenager even though she was old enough to be my mother. However, her free spirit drew me to her and made me like her, "Is it a rule for the new employee to have a secret admirer?" I asked.

"Weeeeeell, I guess so." She replied, "I mean you are young and pretty."

"And single." She added with a wink, "I wouldn't be surprised."

"What if I'm not?" I said jokingly and this statement earned me a laugh from her. I continued, "I might be a married woman with a crazy husband and a baby for all you know."

"Well, if you are, you don't look it." Mrs Jones said and rose to her feet, "Care to join me for lunch?"

"I usually have lunch in my office. My daughter makes the best pies. And I usually don't like sharing my pies." She explained.

I laughed, "Sure. I'd love to have some of your daughter's pie then."

A satisfied smile curled her lips. I shut my laptop and rose to my feet, adjusting the V-line neck of my silk blouse before we left my office.

Mrs Jones was right! Her daughter made the best pies. I found myself shamelessly asking for another slice which I can take back to my office. Mrs Jones laughed and ended up giving me an entire half of the apple pie.

"Yes Rachael." Mrs Jones said. Her phone had rang just as I was about to leave her office, "Oh. The new Secretary...send her in."

"Mélie, it looks like I'm about to be occupied." She said to me once she had ended the call.

"No problem, I was just about to leave."

"How about another pie session?" She asked aloud as I walked to the door.

"Sure Mrs Jones, I'd love that." I replied with a friendly smile and reached for the doorknob. The door opened before I took hold of the knob.

"Lizzy Gold!" Mrs Jones said as my eyes fell on the woman who had opened the door. Like her name, her hair was a lush golden colour and reached all the way to her waist. Her hazel eyes which sat under a set of straight brows, were sharp and alert and gave her an appearance of a greek goddess. Below her pointed noise sat a pair of perfectly defined pumped lips. Her chin was sharp and straight- like the tip of a pencil.
I shifted uncomfortably when she looked at me and I murmured an apology.

"Please, have a seat." Mrs Jones said. Lizzy Gold walked up to the desk in bold, steady steps, her hair moving sideways against her ass as she walked. She was dressed in a black blazer, black skirt and a white button up shirt which cuddled her large boobs underneath the blazer.

"Mélie." Mrs Jones called.

"Yes?"

"Uhm, You can return to your office now." She said.

I hadn't realised how long I had been standing there, "Sure...good day, Mrs Jones." I said and excused myself.

Lizzy Gold. I thought as I headed back to my office. Did her beauty intimidate me?