YOURS TRULY

CHAPTER II

Macy was now standing in front of a gigantically tall building with glass panes reflecting the morning sunlight. She admired how the rays bounced of the glass doing their own little dance, cheering her up almost immediately. It was one of the most well accredited companies here in Seattle and Macy was grateful to have been working here since the past 3 years now.

She stepped into the building and was greeted by Sam, the security guard allotted for the morning shift and since Macy did not do many late night's she only ever encountered him at the door. He was robust, bald and dressed impeccably in a crisp black suit with a walkie talkie latched to his belt but he had a comical side to him that always made Macy laugh.

''Good morning Macy cause I can't say the same for Mr. Clayton today'', Sam winked as he held the elevator for her to hop in.

''Thanks for the heads up Sam, I have my anti-anxiety pills stashed up right here'', Macy patted her tote bag to humor him. These days unlike when she initially started working for her boss, had been dull and clouded with tension and no one figured what it held for them ahead. She couldn't blame him though, anyone in his situation would have his hands full of papers and filings since times were tough and business was extremely slow. She hurried her way up to her cabin wishing a few good mornings on the way up not wanting to be whiplashed by her crusty as cross boss.

''Morning Henderson'', called out a croaky voice from behind her.

''Mr. Clayton, good morning'', she beamed at her boss.

''Ready with all the paper work for the evening'', he asked. He was in his mid- fifties, all white hair and hunched back. What was more eye catching was his habit of twitching his left ear once in a while.

''Yes of course, all the paperwork and the presentation the way you had mentioned'', Macy smiled kindly which went totally unacknowledged.

''Good, will see you later then'', and with that Mr. Clayton made his way back to the office.

It was 1 in the afternoon when Macy finally tidied her skirt up and made her way to the Deli for a pastrami sandwich and cold coffee. Lunch was the only time she got off work to message Josh.

''Afternoon Josh'', Macy smiled as she sensed Josh grinning from the other side of the phone.

''Hey May, how is work going today'', he inquired.

''Why would you castrate my name like that it's already convenient'', she groaned, Josh had a way with names, or maybe with ruining them. When he just snorted in response definitely feeling successful for annoying her, she continued, ''There's something fishy going on. My boss is crankier than usual and everyone else seems a little flustered at work, I really don't know what's going on but lets hope this isn't my last day at work'', she chuckled nervously.

''As long as you don't snap at your boss today you will do just fine. I'm on the contrary having a very laid back day today'', he laughed. Just when Macy decided to pass a snarky comment at him there was another call, this time from her boss.

''Macy come back to the office right now, I pay you to work, not disappear when there is piles of work pending!'', Mr. Clayton barked on the phone.

''But sir I am on my lunch break right now, I am entitled to one right'', she rationalized.

''Macy darling your lunch can wait and so can your smart mouth'', snapped Mr. Clayton. Woah, he had never been in such a sour mood so before she would become a victim to another outburst she cleared the tab and made her way to the office covering two steps in one. Talk about pmsing and that would so be him right now, if only men were prone to that sort of a thing.

''Mr. Clayton what's wrong'', Macy peeped into the office.

''Well Mr. Clark's secretary just called and insisted on us staying back after our annual meeting'', Mr. Clayton sighed because everyone in Seattle knew that Mr. Clark never insisted he demanded.

''Oh, but what might have gone wrong'', Macy wondered.

''Well, that's none of your concern. I just wanted to tell you that you will have to stay back after the annual meeting gets over'', Mr. Clayton yelled.

So that was it. Macy stomped her way to the cabin and sighed. She wasn't even meant to be working for this douche, just that she quite admired the staff and the timings so she settled for a personal assistant. She was never the one to regret her decisions but today just wasn't that day.

It was late in the evening when it was finally time to leave for the meeting which was to be held at Ottoman Manufacturing and Distribution Industry, the biggest company under the hold of Clark Enterprises.

Macy swiftly moved to one of the restrooms and adjusted her attire for the evening. The gray pencil skirt just topped her knee which was complimented by thigh high stockings and the white frill blouse which was now partially covered by a gray coat. Macy tied her hair into a sleek bun and redid her makeup. Macy and Mr. Clayton made their way to his car which smoothly drove them across the traffic.

They were in time for the meeting as the other company heads had just started settling themselves in. As expected the interior of the meeting room was grand with long wooden paneled glass windows and a long rectangular oak wood table right in the center with matching leather chairs around it. A chandelier with chrome base lit up the entire room. After all this was the company right under the nose of Mr. Clark and if rumors were to be believed he spent most of his time here, away from his personal working area right beside his home. That could be one of the reasons this office had no head as Mr. Clark handled it himself.

As Macy made herself comfortable, she smiled at a few delegates she knew. One of them was a personal assistant to Neymar Logistic Group and few others from Reindeer Enterprises.

Everyone was now eagerly waiting for Mr. Clark who would head the meeting in a few moments. Macy had never seen, only heard about him and from what she had heard he was very fluent, quick and short tempered in his decisions. Business was a game for him where he had never learnt to lose.