He's putting an arm around my waist and is pushing me forward. I should go next to him, as if I'm his lover or girlfriend. As if my fitness coach isn't creepie enough, my boss gets said illness to.
"Smile", he is pulling at my waist and grabbing the side until it hurts. "Do it or the consequences are worse than your worst dreams." Uh, such a senseless sentence, so ridiculous I could laugh loudly through the night.
I'm smiling in a devilish way, my pure anger is sipping through my lips as I'm starring at his face with an enthusiastic expression on my face. Oh my god, why am I doing so much nonsense in a short period of time? I can't help it, it's one of my bad characteristics. Sometimes self confidence isn't raining down on you and says "Come here, I am your best friend now, let me embrace you."
I wish I could be standing up for myself and not being a puppy for all the dominant assholes in this trash bin of a city.
"Wanda, come on. We don't have the time, really!" He puts my upper arm in his right hand and is dragging me with him to the main hall, where all the high and mighty people are sitting together. Hm, I was on two galas before, but all alone, because Mr. Roland has been busy with Clients at meetings. So he did sent me as a substitute for those public activities.
I didn't like them back then, so is my opinion on this one, too. I don't like the false behavior many of them are showing to the world. A successful business man can never be grateful, if he's on top of the main workers. You need a hard backbone to withstand all the jealousy, people are sending your way.
"Wanda, sit down", he's handling me like a stupid dog now. Why can't I pushing my fist in his mouth again and again, so he shuts up. Oh no, calm down your hot temper now, girl. I'm nice to everyone and respects all of the people around me, so that's my device for life. I hope, I can fulfill my thoughts and be good to everyone who deserves my behavior.
The showman is starting to greet all the people, who want to spend a lot of money for the poor ones. Oh yeah, so false. I could throwing up every second of his flawless speech. It's really great, he talks very good.
If I was new in that public section, I wouldn't recognize this nice words as anything but true. But I'm working for Mr. Roland for eight years straight, exactly after I finished university. My grades weren't perfect, so I have been very lucky about getting this job back then. I wasn't exactly dumb, but learning only theorie was always hard for me.
I didn't know the side effects of being the secretary and the second hand of a wealthy man after graduating, but I did learn them at work in the first two years. It was really hard, you must always do the job nobody wants to do. Always be there, if your boss needs you, so in the middle of the night, too. But I learned how to communicate with other business men, be respectful to everyone and train my brain fast with new information every day. It's always a challenge, never giving up, always standing up, if you have fallen down. Be strong, don't give a damn about anything.
Actually that's what I want to be like. I need more self control and self confidence, otherwise the next years are going to be very exhausting. I'm thirty-one for God's sake, I am turning older every year and I know my point of shut down is coming, if I don't change my habits.
"Wanda, do you want something to drink?", my boss is asking me. I'm nodding. "Can you get me a glas of water, too? I must go for business talk, so nobody can give me a bad reputation because of my antisocial ways." Oh okay. I'm only nodding, my mood is someway down by the freezing point. I'm going to the main desk, there are standing various glasses with different content. Some of them are yellow, others are clear. I take a hold of two waters and transports them to Mr. Roland, so each of us has their own drink.
"Wanda, dear, there you are. You are really priceless. Gentlemen this is Wanda McKenzie, my really organized assistant." I'm shaking each hand and I'm hoping nobody is ill, because I can't be ill at work. His words are pretty much over the normal, so not typical for his ego. Nobody, but he, is perfect for his standards, so only a weak smild is forming on my lips. So false.
His hand grips my waist and pulls my body to his side, so I'm standing in the talking circle. I hear every word very good now, but his closeness is against my prude taste in such ways. Oh, I don't like body at body obviously, but he does it always, if he wants his firm in the right light. Every worker loves him as CEO, so nobody can say, he pays to low and the work is to hard. Yeah, it's not always so, as it seems. Pretty much the other way around.
The talking goes over popular world thematic to important business in their circles. Only with a little bit communication you can persuade someone of your worthy. Work alone is not enough, sometimes your work doesn't count anyway. Sometimes the world is breaking law, but nobody seems to be interested in the consequences.
"Wanda, how do you like working under Mr. Roland? You must be great in what you're doing, if you are staying with him for such a long time", a man around the age of fifty is staring at me with a wide grin. Wanda, don't say something incorrectly. Okay, you can do it.
"I really do like working as his personal assistent. Every day you get something new on your table and can work with it, to create something unforgettable."