"And," Dave continued, "I must warn you, do not enter the executive kitchen, unless you have been invited or sent by an executive himself. Trust me, those guys are really bothered by someone coming into their kitchen, even though it's practically always empty."
"Why is it empty?" Should Kitchens not be filled with snacks and food or something?
"Because these straight white men have something up their ass, which is why almost everyone makes sure to never leave anything to eat in the kitchen. So it's just HR doing the compulsory fill in. Otherwise, no cupcakes, no donuts, no muffins. No one leaves even the store bought cookies for them."
Lord, Bran knew definitely had to avoid getting on the back side of the executives. He needed at least one promotion in three years, and that would mean he would have to be a boot licker.
Dave turned around midway, bringing Brandon to an abrupt stop. Otherwise he would have bumped into him.
"Now, I've explained to you where everything is on this floor, where are you going to go, on what floor are you supposed to go to for HR and the rest will be told to you by your mentor or me as the HR representative for you. this is where you will be working." He pointed his finger at the cubicle in the corner of the line where three more cubicles were.
They were very spacious. Extremely, actually.
"Any questions?"
Questions? Bran thought about it. Dave had explained almost everything. "Who is going to be my mentor?"
"Megan." Dave looked around for a bit. "I think she is in a meeting. Because she's usually around on this floor, if you can't see her here, she is around in the conference room, having a meeting about finance and all that stuff. I sent her your resume, so she knows you by your face."
"Ah, good." His hand felt sweaty, knowing that the orientation was coming to an end but he was not about to rub his sweaty palms over a Burberry suit. "I suppose I can get started for the day?"
Dave brightened. "Yes, you ca—" he looked behind Brandon and waved his hand in the air. "Megan is here."
"That I am."
Brandon heard a feminine voice and turned around to come face-to-face with black woman with braided hair that came down to her waist and who was dressed in a dress and heels.
"Good morning, I'm Brandon Wallace, and you're going to be—"
"Your mentor, trainer, team leader, whatever you want. I am Megan Smith." Megan held out her hand for him to shake, "I'm not going to be kind to you, Brandon. I will be accommodating, but are you ready to put in the hard work and step into the tight ship I run?"
Americans and their weird habit of referencing the sea world, Brandon smiled in return before answering and put his hand in her at the same time to give her a firm handshake. "Happy to be aboard, captain."