Thread: Saving Elizabeth {The Gothic Temptress and Alan23}

The Gothic Temptress said The only reaction Elizabeth showed to this other man stepping into her office instead of that stupid Hannah was a blink of her green eyes. She knew the blonde was a bimbo, but now she was certain that the fool was incompetent to be working for her as she slacked off in fear at every possible chance. She had to get a new assistant. Elizabeth did not recognize the man, leading her to draw a conclusion that he must be working in the lower echelons of the company. He was fairly attractive if one found dark hair and stormy eyes complementing a chiseled face with a strong yet lean built clad in professional suit. Elizabeth did. Yet she did not show her approval of his appearance, instead arching a brow at him curiously. Good morning, Ms Dwight The man spoke in a rather confident manner, one no one dared to showcase in front of her. She decided that he must be new. As he went on to explain the facts about the report, her jaw clenched. Who was he to view his opinions in front of her? Above all, who was he to look into a report that was meant for the higher powers of the company? Her eyes narrowed into slits. When he mentioned about the reviews of the shampoo, her jaw clenched further. She had read through the magazines which had led to her trying the shampoo herself. She then knew whatever they said was correct. It had cost three time consuming hours at the hair salon to get back her silky locks. She had then brewed such a vicious storm at the laboratory that Dr. Browning - the one in charge of the product - had left the premises in tears. But he returned in the end - he had to, lest he wished to face the worst of Elizabeth Dwight - and was currently working to improve the shampoo. But she was certain that the whole debacle was none this lowly clerk's business. She stood up and smoothed her skirt, all the while maintaining that famous Elizabeth-Dwight-glare. Walking up to him she briskly took the file from him sharply, ignoring the slight difference in height. As if that had ever made her feel vulnerable. Impressive, she said, though her voice indicated that she was anything but impressed, but who could you be? And with whose permission did you think that you could flip through the company's confidential reports like it were some entertainment magazine? A sardonic smile followed though her eyes remained as cold as ice. Hannah! She called out dropping the smile. The bimbo in question came hurrying in, practically quivering in fear. This man needed to know what Elizabeth Dwight was capable of and that he was in no position to talk to her in such a manner. Her good for nothing secretary was going to serve as an example. You are fired, Elizabeth said bluntly without any preamble or explanations. The blonde instantly teared up and looked like she was about to object but then decided against it, and nodding sorrowfully left the office. Her pathetic sobs echoed softly as she shut the door after her. Elizabeth then shifted her gaze to the man and arched an eyebrow in challenge. Click to expand... It surprised Tris little that Ms Dwight had stood up. Whispers had gone around she was conscious of her lack of height, even perhaps her femininity. Those whispers said she was tough because she had to be. He wasn't above respecting that, in a small way. Though the fact she was forced to adjust her skirt, tug it down over those slim hips, was just the merest hint of weakness, and he noticed this too. And with a figure like that, he thought, carefully keeping the smile from his lips lest it betray him she can be whatever she likes, in my book. Impressive? Thank you ma'am, but you flatter me. He kept his face deadpan. It's my job after all, to keep you informed, on the off-chance you weren't already. I... erm... I MIGHT be Tristram Rankin, recently appointed records clerk. Am, in fact. He deliberately did not let his eyes sweep up and down her figure, yet somehow managed to give her the impression he'd noticed it. As to the coffee, since you seem to have dismissed your PA, should I perhaps fill the breech? A woman as busy as you can't be expected to go without.