Note: This is my first story, so please enjoy and leave any constructive criticism and comments. All people seen in this story are of 18 years or older.
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"Ugh. Whatever happened to standards Sharon? Why does everyone think all you need to be a secretary is to look good?" Meet Jake Andrews, a 38 year old CEO of a medium sized business firm. Jake looked pretty average with his brown hair, brown eyes, and an unassuming Caucasian face, not ugly but not handsome by any stretch. He was a little on the taller side, standing at an even 6 feet. He was also slightly overweight but he hid it pretty well thanks to his height. But like most men, he was just another face in the crowd.
Jake had the problem of his secretary moving across the country to retire in Florida and had been having open interview for the last 3 days. Each prospect that had come in for an interview (for god knows what reason) happened to be an oversexed up bimbo that barely knew how to talk let alone work a computer. Jake had just finished probably the worst interview yet which is actually impressive considering the 23 bimbos he had gone through.
Sharon, his amazing secretary, heard a thud and rushed into his office to find Jake's head had slammed against the desk. "Cheer up sir. You still got 20 minutes left in today and we still got Thursday and Friday." Her optimism had no effect on the depressed man. Even she knew that it looked hopeless.
"I have no idea what I am going to do without you Sharon. I may be the brains of this company, but you are the soul." There was truth to that. Where Sharon lacked in economic and business education, she made up for it in her organization, hard work, and people skills. Sharon told the company to jump and Jake simply said how high he wanted. Finding one secretary was one matter. Finding someone to replace Sharon was going to be nigh impossible."I am going to wallow in the bathroom for a little. If you need me, don't."
Jake entered the bathroom and stared at himself in the mirror wondering what had happened to all the requirements for secretaries. The work ethic, ability to take bullshit from above and below, and brain to figure out stuff when their bosses failed. He washed his face multiple times hoping to tick away the last 20 minutes. Jake finally returned to an excited Sharon.
"Come on Sharon. It's hopeless. Stop trying to cheer me up."
"Well, this one is pretty but at least not as airy up in the head. She's already in your office." Jake took a deep breath, setting his expectations as low as possible and walked back into his office with a sad waddle. He sat down to find a pretty blonde who looked like she was supposed to be in a gym working out. Pretty didn't begin to cover it.
"Hi. My name is Sarah. Here is my résumé." She gracefully handed Jake a manila folder with a few papers. "Let me be upfront and apologize for the clothing. I was on my way to the gym and saw the sign. Knowing I didn't have time to get dressed and come back, I came as is." Her voice was calm and relaxed. The voice exuberated a subtle but very real confidence despite her clothing. This threw Jake off a bit. She seemed sophisticated and could actually string a sentence together without a giggle.
"Uh...that's not a problem." Jake began to sift through the papers, hoping to distract himself from the track shorts and tight tank top. 'Well at least she has a résumé without any headshots.' The closer Jake looked at the résumé, the more interested he became in this woman. Only 1 year out with a Harvard economics degree. Collegiate athlete. Internships at very well know firms. Having heavily requested modern tech skills as well as familiarity with many of the computer programs his company used. Jake scrunched his face together in thought. The résumé was good. Too good. This was too good to be true. Pretty and so talented?
"Impressive résumé. What sports did you play at Harvard?"
"I was part of the track and field team. I ran relays but I was only on the second string." She replied coolly. Jake looked intently at her. His mind split between how to see if she was telling the truth on her résumé without having to make a few calls to some old contacts and appreciating the natural beauty she was (nice change of pace compared to the bimbos). Her skin appeared smooth and very soft. Jake shook himself out of the daydreaming about her beauty.
"Uhm...a Harvard degree. Impressive. I actually taught economics at Harvard a few years back. I was an assistant for Witherspoon. You know him don't you?" There was no Professor Witherspoon. Jake had worked directly for the Dean, Robert Myers.
Jake tried to sound casual in hopes of keeping her guard down.
"Uhm...no. Never heard of him." Ball 1.
"How about Robert Myers?" Robert was well known for being very casual with students and often invited classes over for dinner. If she was an economics major, it was impossible not to know Robert.
"You mean the Dean? Quite well actually. I had an independent study with him about Global Economics. Ate dinner with his family a few times." Ball 2.
"Martha does make a mean chicken Parmesan."
"Myer's wife is named Rose, but yes she does." Sarah responded with a glare. "I am sorry, but are you testing me?" Ball 3.
Jake smiled and put his hands up in surrender. "You caught me. I am sorry for such rude manners but you just seemed... overqualified for the job and you have been the only reasonable applicant so far."