Thread: Behind Closed Doors [ Bear & Sam ]

Daniel was proud of his corner office. He had believed he had worked his ass off to get to where he was and that he had earned that right to have the overly obnoxious large desk and accompanying chair along with the furniture he never bothered to use strewn around the room. Various pieces of artwork hung around the wall. When he had initially moved into the rebuilt office building, they had designers come in for the top executives and he had thrown money at the issue, not Caring what the end result was. He had achieved his goal of the corner office life, a sweet pension, a 401k and a Wife that he had looked after and hunted for since his early days of college. Watching her take a seat gave him what he thought to be an indication of her personality and her prudeness as he watched her sit down, her red hair. up bunched in the professional bun as she smoothed out her skirt and blouse as he moved his eyes back up to her face. He didn't want her to think he was checking her out. He wasn't at all and was sure it might lead to a quick sexual harrasment case, something he didn't need at all in his life at that time as he sighed softly. He figured she was doing the exact same thing to him as he was to her judging. He would allow it as she was looking for any sort weakness or sense of vulnerability, which he had learned over time to show none at all. Professional tactics and a hardened mind of economics and business had taught him not to give any sort of 'tell' away on his face. He leaned back as he took another courteous sip of the coffee. The way she was sitting projected confidence and a sense of control. Daniel would have to change the second. He wanted his secretaries confident, but not knowing just how strong that they could be. They controlled entry access and much more to his office, so Daniel was playing a firm and thin line in his approaches to his newest assistant as he turned his head, crossing his own arms across his chest as he tried to project his own sense of power and confidence as he listened to her speak. At least she had good mannerisms unlike some of his past secretaries had, which most had little to none. He watched as her hand moved to trace against her full lips as a smile curved up on her face, revealing a pair of shiny straight teeth. His blinked a bit surprised at the sound of her voice, yet chose to ignore it as he leaned forward a bit to face her, taking yet another courteous sip for her. Well it's a pleasure to meet you Shay... I won't address you by your last name as I believe it's too formal, and as long as we're in a one on one situation, you can feel free to do the same. Otherwise it'll be Mr. Richards. He said with a nod as his hands went to grip the edge of his desk. As for my ' demanding ' attitude and demands... we'll start simple. I drink my coffee black... with Half a sugar. I like it at nine... at eleven... and again at one. He said, beginning to list off demands. If Jim Morris calls, I'm always busy. If Maria Johnson comes to your desk, I'm on a call. If my wife calls, give me a two minute warning and stall so I can answer her promptly. There are some base rules for you... think you can handle this job and my schedule? He asked her half seriously as he looked down at the smaller girl sitting in front of him.