inal - Chapter Three : ... s/getting-my-boss-3
I left the offid rode home the image of trolling him stu my
head. I was never muto the whole domihing but there was
something about trolling my boss that excited me. Maybe it was because
he was such a prick. Maybe it was because he was a hot looking guy.
Whatever it was it excited and intrigued me and I was going to work it for
all that I could.
The week seemed to stret lohan necessary. Mr. Withersby made a
few stops in my offid eve a memh Emily to let me know
one of my team was not properly attired. It was as if he wanted me to get
angry.
On Thursday afternoon I received an email from Emily scheduling a meeting
with Withersby in his office. We were going to have a ference call with
the London branch to discuss their work upgrades. I arrived at
Withersby' s suite just before 2pm and Emily let me into his office.
Withersby was sitting at the fereable with the phone ready to start
the call. I took the seat o Withersby and sat down. Withersby gave me
a nod of the head but made no other eye tact. He was wearing a grey pin
stripped 3-piece suit with a white pressed shirt and a navy-blue tie. He
looked like a model for a men' s clothing store.
The seat was close to Withersby so that we could both talk and listen on
the call. The ph at exactly 2pm and Withersby made the
introdus. The person oher line had a similar at and was
very proper on the call maintaining a sistent too his voice.
Ohe call got rolling Mr. Withersby instructed that I would take over
the call to start the details of how the system upgrades would be
formulated over the 6 months. He stood up ao his desk. I put
the call on mute while the person oher end dragged on. "Lock the
door" I anded Withersby. He looked up from his desk, his face flushed