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...
Monday morning came quickly. I brought everything over to my new office on Friday. I wanted to make sure I was ready when Monday morning came.
I was up at 4:30, and went to the gym. I did my normal workout, not wanting to push myself too hard until I knew how this job was going to affect me. I was back home at six, and quickly showered, and got dressed before heading into the office.
I stepped off the elevator at 6:45 and walked to my office. There was a laptop, tablet, and cell phone on my desk.
"All of your electronics are registered to you, and ready to use." I heard from the doorway.
I turned around to see Diane standing in the doorway. She was a middle aged woman with a sweet face. She had dark hair that was pulled high on her head in a bun, and a very thin figure.
"Thank you." I said as I sat down in my chair.
"Miss.Fox is in workroom A and is ready for you to join her." Diane said.
"Does she have her water and coffee yet?" I asked as I put the computer and tablet into the leather bag.
"Yes sir. I dropped it off on my way here." She nodded.
"Thank you, Diane." I said as I picked up the bag and the phone and walked towards the workroom.
"Good luck." Diane said quietly as she opened the door to the workroom for me.
Miss.Fox was sitting at the table in a black pencil skirt, and a white button up long sleeve shirt. Her hair was down and straight, and she had one leg crossed over the other, making them look long and slender.
Her chin was resting in her palm again, and as I walked in the room. She turned to look at me, and her face softened, and I thought I saw just the beginnings of a smile.
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Claire's POV
I was reviewing the contract for our meeting in San Antonio. I had a tendency to review them over and over, worried I would miss a mistake or a possible loophole that the other company would find. I haven't had an issue yet in my five years, and I attribute it to my obsessive need to recheck myself.
As I flipped to the front of the contract to review it again, the door opened. I looked over to see Diane opening the door for Stephen. I let out a long slow breath as he walked in. He was wearing black dress pants with a green button up shirt. His shirt fit him exceptionally well, as if he actually had it tailored.
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