Good help is very hard to find. Before William walked into my office, I'd gone through assistants like condoms at a swinger's party. No one lasted longer than 2 weeks. Not William though. He was a bright, attentive, and hardworking young man. He's just crossed the one year mark as my right hand man, and I believe you should always reward good and loyal employees.
William is a decent looking young man. He as a swimmer's build and a clean cut look. Others have called him the Clark Kent of the office. I suppose he's attractive in most people's eyes, but not me. I like my men with a some muscle and fire in them. William is quiet and shy. But he's a damn good assistant. He knows how to adapt to any given situation and anticipate my needs. My coffee is always full and hot when I reach for my cup. My food is always ready on my desk at lunch. My meetings and presentations are always efficient and smooth because of his help.
William is the highest paid assistant in the company and he's earned it. I'm thinking of asking my boss to see if we can create a high position for him. Maybe he can train others to be wonderful and effective as he is. So I want to reward him. A bonus is already in order, but I don't think that's enough. Good thing I know his little secret. Normally I wouldn't go snooping in his work computer, but I'd left my laptop at home. While I sent him to go get it, I used his computer to grab and print a few files for an upcoming meeting. And that's when I stumbled onto something.
I would have skipped passed it but something about the file name seemed odd. It was a text file labeled "ConsolePDX.txt." So I thought to myself, "Who still uses txt files? Most people type in MS Word." So I opened it. Boy did I stumble onto something golden. And that's when I knew exactly what I was going to reward him with. It didn't take me long to set things up. A few phone calls and everything was in place. Now all I had to do was wait until Friday. Lets Fast forward to then shall we?
While getting our things ready to leave for the weekend, I called out to my loyal assistant, "Hey William."
"Yes sir? Anything you need?" He answered.
"William, you've been working for me a year now right? You know, I'd like to show you my gratitude this evening. Are you free for dinner?" I asked. Even if he did have plans, William is the type of worker that would cancel them to do whatever I tasked him.
"No plans sir. And thank you, I'd like that," He replied. I told him I'd drive so we hopped in my Porsche and went to his favorite sushi bar. We ate, we drank, and we had the most open and candid conversation either of us ever had with each other. I mentioned what I'd like to see do in the future for the company and he seemed to like the opportunity. Before we knew it, we'd drank a couple bottles of sake. William was pretty drunk and I was just a little buzzed. I made sure to keep his cup full.