Yana walked into Anton & Associates wearing for her first week for her new executive assistant position with sincere enthusiasm to break free of her rural upbringing in Kansas. The striking 23 year old red-head was her family's first college graduate, the product of Russia immigrants determined to make it in an America.
Tan pantyhose ran up her svelte legs from her conservative heels. Her plain, black skirt, though businesslike, featured her well-toned behind. Tendrils of crimson casually graced her milky skin as the remainder of her shoulder-length locks was pulled back with chopsticks.
"Good morning, Yana," said Anton Pearson, her new boss and CEO of the Boston-based firm. "I have a slew of meetings this morning when you could take care of some of our messages from satellite operations in the Midwest. But after lunch, I was hoping you could help me with a special project for a client in my office."
"Yes, Mr. Pearson," replied Yana as she fetched a cup of coffee to get her brain moving. "Would 1:30 work in your schedule or would you prefer another time." She smiled at her new boss, his dark hair accentuating the handsome face that sat atop his six foot frame. She smelled a faint hint of cologne on his Italian suit and wondered how Ms. Pearson had managed to let him out the door.
"Be there at 1:30 pm sharp," he replied, focusing on Yana's blue eyes. "This client has big intentions for our new Asian branch of operations. I know this is your first week, but being accommodating to her is our utmost priority."
"Consider it done, Mr. Pearson."
The rest of Yana's morning was relatively boring in anticipation of meeting the new client. She typed memos, dealt with status report blunders in Chicago and Dubuque, took messages for Mr. Pearson in between getting to know a few of the other office staff.
Yana was particularly amused with the office mail boy, Sean, who was still working his way through Boston University. A native of Worchester, his brogue was as pleasant as his demeanor and the boyish face under his blond crew cut. She enjoyed the slight scent of Ralph Lauren cologne that he dabbed on his neck.
Yana caught him admiring the ample cleavage peeking out from under her sheer silk, blue blouse, the neckline forming a vee from her top button. He was kind enough for being a 20-year-old frat boy. He even politely tried to kiss Yana's hand as she pulled away and accidentally grazed his hard stomach.
"I hear your summoned to work on a special project with our new client in Chiner," Sean said. "Tha lady seems like a real pro, but she's a little intimidating. I'll probably have to interrupt ya with the afternoon packages that come in."
"I could probably use levity to deal with the testosterone in the room," replied Yana. "It's only my first week and I got to help with some major negotiations"