Hi there, my name is Sasha Nichols, and I'm going to tell you about an insane period in my life when I got freaked out, and I'm not talking about being spooked about something...I'm talking about straight sexually freaked out, oh boy, get ready to clutch your imaginary pearls.
At the time, I was twenty-five years old, I was about to graduate from college, yeah, I know, I started late because I wanted time to search for my birth parents. A search that ultimately ended up going nowhere, so finally, after doing odd jobs and being depressed, my adopted mother convinced me to get back in school, and I did. After four years, I had a degree in business and took a job as an intern at an insurance agency owned by a couple named Kenneth and Amy Morgan, which they called Morgan and Morgan Insurance.
After a few months of working at the agency, Mr. Ken called me into his office. He sat at his huge cherry wood desk, looking like a king on a throne. His black hair with soft brown highlights in front and million-dollar smile greeted me as soon as I walked in. "Sasha, come. Have a seat." He said with his hands clasped looking at me kindly. He and his wife were two of the nicest people to work for.
"Hi Mr. Ken." I replied as I sat and adjusted the frames on my nose. I wore glasses that were slightly bigger than needed and they would always slip down my nose causing me to adjust them.
"So, your internship is almost up." He commented as he looked at my paperwork on his desk. I nodded, even though it was an internship, they had paid me for my time and the money was good and quite frankly, I had gotten used to those pay checks.
"I know, I'm going to be so sad to leave you and Ms. Amy. I love working for you two." I replied.
He smiled, showing off his beautiful teeth. He had sort of side smile he'd do whenever anyone complimented him, "How many times have I said to just call Amy and I by our first names."
I laughed. It was hard for me to do that. I grew up in a very formal household. Everyone was "sir" or "ma'am," or if they were in a position of respect or older, we said "Ms. Or Mr.," I guess it was my adopted mother's southern upbringing that warranted that behavior.
"We want to offer you a full-time position--"
"Really." I was practically jumping in my seat. He laughed, "Of course, Amy and I love having you here. The job pays 45K, but in a year, we'll send you to training and your earning potential could double in two years."
In my mind, that was pretty good money for a single woman without kids. It was certainly way more money than I had made working at Chick-Fil-A or JC Penny. So, I was ecstatic and accepted on the spot. It did offer medical and dental along with sick and vacation days, so that was a plus.
"Very well," he said as he stood wearing a nice designer black suit with a white shirt and multicolored tie. Mr. Ken was a sharp dresser; he was a seriously good-looking White man with swag. He reached out his hand, I rose to my feet and mine touched his, "Welcome to the team."
"Thank you Mr--"
He eyed me, I laughed, "Ken. Thank you and Amy for this opportunity." I turned to leave his office and went back to my desk.
Now, later that day, as I was sitting up front, eating my grilled chicken salad and drinking a lil good old fashion sweet tea with a hint of mango, Ms. Amy walked in looking just a fabulous as she always had along with her assistant Noni Chi an American born Asian woman that was close to my age.
They stopped at my desk, "That looks delicious." Ms. Amy said smiling, she was a pretty woman, from what they told us, she was four years Mr. Ken's senior. Her father was in the insurance business and knew Mr. Ken's father...it seemed logical that two good looking people from well-to-do families would gravitate towards one another.
"It's pretty good." I returned the smile.
She looked at Noni who stood at five feet five inches tall, she was a petite little thing with long straight black hair. "I have a surprise for you ladies." Her face lit up. She had these insanely blue eyes that made me question whether or not they were real, but suppose they were. She flipped her hair, "Ken and I are taking you ladies out tonight to celebrate."
Noni laughed because she saw the look on my face. I wasn't one for spontaneity. I had to have things planned out in advance. It was just my meticulous nature.
"There's no way, we're getting Sasha out of her house tonight." Commented Noni as she grinned.
Amy wagged her finger at me, "Not taking 'no' for an answer. So, I suggest you prepare for a night of fun." Noni clapped her hands. Me, I wanted to die. I had plans to watch reruns of Law & Order SVU. And this impromptu party was hampering my plans.
"Come on Sash...it'll be fun. Live a little." Added Noni as she went to her desk and lowered into her seat.
"Okay, I guess. I can go for a little while. What should I wear?" I asked trying to get a vibe for where we were going. Amy looked at me in and replied, "Something other than your usual attire." She looked at Noni, "Help her please." Then she strutted to her office.
