I returo my offid sat down exhausted from the talk. I loosened my
tie and undid the top button of my shirt as I sagged further into my desk
chair. I pulled work orders and started to gh them. At about 1pm
there was a knoy door and assuming it was one of my team members I
yelled with some annoyance "e in the door is opened" I looked up to see
Mr. Withersby standing there still perfect like a model from a men' s
clothing advertisement. He gave me that smile that made me feel useless and
worthless. "Hi Jake" he called out in that soft mase voice. "Oh Hi,
Mr. Withersby" I said trying to sound calmer. "I did not expect to see you
here, is there something I help with." I offered. "No thanks, just
cheg the facility out" he said looking around. He looked at the racks
and walked up and down the server rooms quietly all aspects of
the facility. I followed like a dog in the event he had questions. Walking
behind him I realized he was much shorter that I was, standing at about
5' 10. He had a wider build, but it looked like he had a good body through
all the clothes. His arms and shoulders filled out his suit and indicated
well-muscled arms.
"Thanks Jake Mr. Withersby said ahe server rooms to tinue his
site visit." A few hours later I received an email from Emily: "Jake- Mr.
Withersby would like all employees to adhere to strict code of duct
during w hours. This includes proper adhereo the published dress
code." I read the email 3 times trying to figure out if someone on my team
did something wrong or was this just a reminder. I emailed Emily asking if
something happened. Emily texted me on my cell phoh a response.
"Jake, Mr. Withersby saw that you had your shirt unbuttoned and your tie
loosened." "WTF" was my text back. "I know Emily" replied with a smirk
emoti. I sat in disbelief. Was he reall