“Boss, meeting starts in 15 minutes.”
He looked up, over the monitor of his laptop, and into her eyes for the few seconds that followed. Standing at the door was a petite lady, with a well-endowed figure falsely created with the illusions from the curves of the blazer she was wearing. Her long wavy fringe partially covered her left eye that was beautiful even with minimum makeup. Standing with a file in her left hand, she brushed her hair back behind her right ear as she waited for him to acknowledge what she had told him seconds ago. He covered his admiration for her beauty with a stern look, and nodded his head. His way of informing his secretary that he heard her.
She turned to walk back to her desk which was in front of his office. After the clicking from her heels stopped, he went back to staring at the screen, in this office glass panels as the walls. He sat facing the whole office, with his back facing the window that showed him the view of the sea. His right hand was on the mouse, scrolling and clicking while he covered his mouth with his left hand as he read the words on the screen.
It was another 10 minutes before the meeting would begin, but his staffs were already scurrying into the meeting room at the other end of the corridor. He looked on, observing their punctuality that he had always enforced. Not moving – with his left hand still covering his mouth – , he showed them who’s the boss with his stares that would kill anyone who was drawing a paycheck from him.
Jane, his secretary, packed her stuffs and walked off with her laptop in her hand. She did not turn around. Perhaps she knew her boss would be following behind soon, as was his way all along. Seeing the office vacant with no one on their desks, he knew it was time for him to leave his comfortable room and into the meeting he had scheduled since last week. He stood up, pulled his blazer from the backrest of his chair, and put it on. He looked into the window’s reflection as he was adjusting his tie, readying himself for what would be a hectic meeting ahead.
Having done all, he turned around, and put his hand on the mouse. He did a final scroll with his index finger before moving the cursor to the top right corner to close the Facebook he was browsing for the past hour.
Writing for: Daily Prompt – Now? Later!
Andy Lawson is the average man on the street that you’ll not even trouble yourself looking at him if he passes by you. He’s sensitive to bullshit, and he hates mediocrity in most people. He is the author of his self-published book: Facts and Fiction of Fengshui: Facts that Masters are NOT Telling You. He doesn’t have Facebook or Twitter, because he hates to be associated with people who tend to be passive-aggressive online, but he does have a very limited set of vocabularies, terrible grammar, a twisted mind that makes himself God in his own twisted world and an ability to communicate with people who wish to be his friend.