Whenever You Call

First Day Jitters

The entire weekend, Logan found herself worrying about Kellan's reaction. She knew she was wrong for what she had said, and there was no taking it back. The deed had already been done, so the only choice she had was to simply apologize.

It was a Sunday night, and she laid in bed, thinking of how the next morning was going to go. She didn't know how Kellan would react when he saw her, would he be professional? Would he ignore or acknowledge her? Would he try to have his way with her in the break room? Now the thought of that brought a tingling feeling to her core that had her heating up in anticipation. She didn't know what to expect from him, and she was a little too eager to find out.

On the fateful Monday morning which she was meant to begin working as his Personal Assistant, she eagerly got herself out of the bed with a spring in her step. It had been a little over a year that she'd been without a job, and she knew it'd take a while for her to get back into the swing of things and forming a well balanced routine every morning. She went through her morning quickly, not having enough time for breakfast, but the excitement bubbling within her helped her ignore her growing hunger.

Upon entering the large establishment, she took the time to take in her surroundings. Her nerves hadn't let her examine the place the first time she had been there, and now that she did, she couldn't help but appreciate the beauty. Whoever chose the color scheme for the place definitely had a thing for glass, mirrors, grey, black, and silver. Remembering the directions given to her on her first visit, she followed them, going up to the floor she knew was Kellan's. She approached the friendly receptionist she had met on the first day who had wished her luck, and smiled.

"Hi, I'm Logan and it's my first day. I'm supposed to be shadowing a Ms. Reagan Shaw." She introduced, looking at the name plaque that rested on the desk reading "Linda Sheridan."

The receptionist looked up, sending her an equally friendly smile. "Yes, Ms. Dennis we've been expecting you. Reagan is currently in a meeting with Mr. Keys, and it'd be impolite to interrupt that. In the meantime, I'll show you around so you can get acquainted with everything."

At the mention of Kellan's name, her heartbeat quickened. Her eyes involuntarily strayed towards the long hallway which she knew housed his office. She was eager to see him, but she had to put on a poker face. This was a working environment, and nothing said unprofessional like an employee blatantly lusting after her boss.

As the assistant showed her around the place, she couldn't help but admire the empire Kellan had built. This was what she aspired to be. A formidable force to be reckoned with in the business industry. She already knew the ins and out of business. Hell, she'd been groomed by her father right alongside her brother, but her only problem was finding out how to put that knowledge to good use.

She wanted to own her own business, but she just didn't know what kind of business she'd be into that she could enjoy while simultaneously making her money. She'd spent nights on the drawing board, drawing up business plans, but nothing ever made sense. Seeing Kellan's accomplishments around her lit a fire in her that had been dimmed for a while. She was determined to go back to the drawing board to figure something out because one thing was for sure, not only was she not a big fan of a 9-5 job, she definitely didn't see herself being someone's employee forever.

After being shown around the office and being introduced to the temporary office space she'd be occupying until the current Personal Assistant vacated hers, she begun setting the room up to make it more suitable for her. A knock on the open door startled her, and she looked up at a tall dark haired, mocha skinned beautiful woman impeccably dressed in what she knew to be the newest Gucci spring women's line paired with Dolce pumps. She only knew this because she always spent her time watching videos of runway shows online, fantasizing about clothes she would no longer afford.