Claire Fox has taken over her father's multi million dollar company, after he retired. She was well taught by her father, and runs the company extremely well. However, she is referred to as 'the devil' by her employees. She has a tendency to be shor...
I handed in my resignation this morning. I just need to finish and submit all paperwork, and I can be done. That shouldn't take but a couple days. I parked in the parking garage next to the Fox Industries building, and walked inside. The building was huge. Miss.Fox's office was on the top floor, so I got in the elevator and went up. When the doors opened, I stepped out as several women stepped inside, presumably on their way home.
I walked to Miss.Fox's office. There was no one at the desk outside her door, so I softly knocked.
"Come in." I heard her say in a flat tone.
I opened the door, and stepped inside, "Are you ready for me?" I asked her quietly.
She was sitting at her desk with her elbow on it, and her chin resting in her palm. Her hair was pulled back, and held up with a pencil. She certainly exude power and authority.
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"Yes, Stephen. Take a seat." She said motioning to the chair across her desk.
I closed the door behind me, and sat across from her. She picked up a folder that was labeled with my name, and handed it to me.
"All paperwork is in this that needs to be read and signed. I assume you are set to start on Monday." She didn't pose it as a question, but she was looking at me like she was waiting on an answer.
"Yes." I said, confirming.
"Good. When you are done with that," She said pointing to the folder of papers, "You need to read this." She handed me a thin spiral bound book. The front read, 'Preferences of Miss.Fox'.
"What is this?" I asked as I flipped through it.
"It will be your responsibility to make hotel and restaurant accommodations. Along with other things. It's important you know what I prefer." She said without looking away from her computer.
"Your preferences require a book?" I asked with raised brows.
She stopped, and looked at me. I was wearing dress pants with a button up shirt, and had the sleeves rolled up to my elbows, and the top two buttons of the shirt undone. Her eyes traveled down my chest, then back up to my face.
"Yes. I'm quite particular." She said as she turned back to her computer.
I smirked as I looked down at all the papers. I stood up and walked to the couch across the room, and I slowly read through the job description and signed all the papers as I went. Standing up, I closed the folder and walked it back to her desk.
She stood up, and motioned for me to follow her. There was a door on the opposite side of the room, and she opened it.
"This will be your office." She said as we both walked in.
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