"I'll make an appointment for you," she offered, a grin tugging on her lips. "I doubt that falls under your assistant's job listing, either."
I had to chuckle, even as I rolled my eyes.
When I met with Freya on Friday, listing out my expectations, she had surprised me with her own list.
PAs at The Brooks Group were a vastly different species than at Titan Inc.
She was there to provide back up, keep me organized, and even, on occasion, fetch me lunch, but she was not there to make me coffee, toast a bagel, or pick up my dry cleaning.
To say I was put in my place would be an understatement.
She was kind enough to show me the large employee lounge, how to use the coffee machine, and where I could find the bagels and other assorted foods Mateo kept on
hand for his staff.
Ruby had to leave the room to hide her laughter when I told her the story.
"It's not funny!" I yelled after her.
"Oh, but it is." Her dry reply drifted down the hall.
