cil skirt, a white blouse, and black stiletto heels instead of the usual jeans and T-shirt I
ctions to my supervisor's office. I can't believe I am going to be workin
that?" I ask the pretty lady at the front desk. She's a beauti
you, so I did," she says, st
loud?" I exclaim,
Crawford Wine Company. My name
his because the person who helped me get the job told me. I don't know much
y appointed secretary to Mr. Craw
a new secretary. Can you wait a m
get the job? Why would the older Mr. Crawford tell me I got the job if I didn't? I'm ho
to the twentieth floor. Once you get there, you'll
ed I didn't get the job. The older Mr. Crawford told me he really had to convince his grandson, Jason,
as me, but hers is styled in a short bob while mine is in a ponytail. She looks older than me, maybe in her early thirties. I'm guessing she should be around the ages of
. Crawford's secretary. I'll be helping yo
I thought I was hired to be his secretary?" I ask, confused. Th
rd's secretary. You're anything
telling me. That isn't what Carson Mr. Cr
told you, but that's what's happenin
e explain what
meeting. Once it's over, the CEO
ou. How long will
now. An ho
ve someone else who can help me?" I shouldn't
So it's either you wait or say goo
kay, I'
t his grandson's office and that I'd be his grandson's new secretary, so I don't unde
ervous. This is the first time I'm going to see him in person. I've seen tons of pictures Carson sh
nside. I say a little prayer, then
50s who got a bad dye job but still looks young. Carson told me his grandson is 37, so I know he's not as old as his hair implies. Once I'm in front of his desk, I can see his face. His eyebrows are full, black, and sh
the younger Mr. Crawford says, gestur
interior of his office. The walls are painted white except for
ng a seat on one of the white
a document in front of me. "This is a contract stating you'll leave my grandfat
so excited to start working, but everyone's telling me I don't have a job
sulted. I don't bother picking up the document to read it
you want. And I'm
ney. But I want
er. I don't believe you'd prefer a job to s
dfather. He knows I'd never betray
me, Miss Brown. Why don't you check the contrac
w much you're offering, I won't take
ok before you sa
know how much money you think is enough for me
lars isn't enough to make you leave my
rrectly. Who pays someone a million dollar
million dollars if you sign this contract statin
to be friends with his grandfather? The man is
my friend is insulting to me as a person. I won't lie; I want the money. But I'd feel cheap i
Miss Brown?" he asks,
still won't accept your offer. I
l me how much more you want, and I'll have m
, I don't wan
u want?" he asks
t's what I want,"
e; I don't b
iends with him for his money. I didn't even know he had money until he got me a job. I'd like to work at the com
But, since grandpa wants you working here, I have
ng. I was starting to get scared
'm not the one who
grandfather told me I was going to be your secretary, but I
's co
a secretary, what a
personal
assistant did the same
o, but not i
I going to
at the office," he says,
me something outside my field of expertise. Not that running errands has anything to do
can leave. Vivienne will
g me to work here," I s
won't be here long," he
I ask, c
g, Miss
s how my first day started. Even though Mr. Crawford allowed me to