When I first applied to B&M's Writer's desk as an intern, I was quite young but I was quite aware of my feelings towards Miss Yoon, the CEO of B&M. Whenever she was around, she reeked of work energy. I would admire her from afar because I was so certain our paths would never cross. Every day I watched her walk-by to her corner-office, watched her walk out to her window for a smoke break, watched her write proposals from my desk. Every minute of my time that I could spare I would use it to look her direction. She was the most graceful yet sternest being to ever run B&M. As I saw her now, I thought back to the day when I first saw her. She had come to my undergraduate program to speak at a Business Summit I attended. And I still remember how that skirt suit she wore in a green-gray blend swayed and clung to her body as she walked and talked. How the shade of her lipstick matched the shade of her hair, a deep red with hints of brown. How wet I was at the sight of her.
5:00pm and the clock chimed the end of a successful work day. As I packed and arranged my desk to go home, I received an e-mail directly from Miss Yoon. Starting the next day, I was to be her Executive Assistant. I was shocked. What had I done to warrant such merit? As I walked to her office to confirm the receipt of the email, I could tell by the stares and the whispers that everyone else had gotten the e-mail too. I wondered what that meant for me. I knocked on her door, and as I waited for a response, I admired her name in gold plate on the door. Yoon Alice.
A-L-I-C-E
. I let her name run round in my head. Repeated the ring of it. Mouthed it just to feel it roll of my lips. I was so invested in it that I missed the call to enter twice. When I had come to and put a hand to open the door, the door swung open and there she stood in front of me. A radiance of beauty and excellence. It felt like she'd just seized all the air in my lungs but I quickly snapped out of it lest it cost me my job and apologized for the delay in response. She looked me over and I was sure to everything that I died. Was she appraising me or was she reconsidering?
She ushered me in and closed the door behind me. She made her way to her executive swivel chair and motioned for me to sit.
"Evening, Miss May. I know I am extending you past work hours but as you already know, an important role has been passed to you now. Within the next few months, the company will experience a radical change because our industry is becoming very competitive. I will be going on a lot of work conferences, calls, trips and will be attending and hosting a reasonable number of charity events and galas. Normally, I don't need an assistant but I now do to enable better efficiency with planning and tracking of events. Your employee portfolio has put you in a good spot for this position but you are open to consideration if there is a specific path of life you've already chosen to follow. Every trip expense and certain other perks will be covered by the company should you chose to accept. Do you accept?"
My head was spinning for so many different reasons. This new opportunity would allow me be around Miss Yoon 24/7. I would take orders from her and report to just her. I would be her pet and would get to her my name from her lips. Miss May. No. It didn't sound right.
"Please call me May. I would love to be your assistant. It's all I've ever dreamed of." Oh no. I caught myself. I had made a blunder. I had let lust take control of my mind. Did she hear it that way? Oh no.
And as I panicked, she stood up and walked over to me and sat on the desk in front of me. She bent over and took a bit of my black curls and twirled the in her fingers. Slowly, she said "Well May, you are cute *chuckles*, we'll have lots of fun. All work and no play make Jack a dull boy. You may go."
She moved away and I swore under my breathe. I think I'm obsessed. Later that night, 2 friends of my, Shantel and Grace suggested we go to the gay bar to celebrate my promotion. Honestly, I would have preferred to just stay home and masturbate like I already had been doing before they arrived but I had no choice in the matter and soon we were inside the club. We got a sit at the bar table and ordered 3 tequila shots and 3 margaritas. We made it to the dance floor and danced our hearts away. When the 4
th
song was over that's when I caught glimpse of her hair. I was so sure it was Miss Yoon's. I left my friends and wandered around following the glimpse of red hair. As I passed the bar, I stopped for another 2 shots of tequila because I needed the courage to ask her what she meant by "we'll have lots of fun". This was out of work hours so I hoped she wouldn't mind a bit of after-work energy considered we were inside the club. That must have been the alcohol speaking.
I followed her through a door that read "STAFF ONLY" and I wondered if she was a staff. I hadn't even stopped to think if it was really her and if it was, why would she be here and why I had just walked through staff only like I was a staff. I was totally consumed in the color of her hair and dreamed of seeing her. Under the influence, the dream seemed to come alive. That had to be the only reason I was following the red color of an unidentified woman's hair. Right?