I maintained my stance.
“Do I make you uncomfortable?” she asked.
“Not even a little bit.”
She had no idea. The things I could do to her. The things I’d already done to her in my mind while I lay awake in the apartment behind Ms. Temple’s house every night. It wasn’t some ridiculous fantasy where the secretary bangs the boss. It was her. Something about her that I couldn’t quite define, but that I wanted, all the same.
“Does the way I do business bother you? The way I speak to you?”
I shook my head. “This is a job. You pay me to assist you. I’ll do that in any way I can.”
She cocked her head to the side. “You think this conversation is between a boss and her subordinate?”
I wasn’t sure what she meant. My face must have reflected my confusion.
She dropped her arms before reaching up and smoothing a few stray strands from her face. “I realize I pay you, that you work for me. But ever since that first day, when you won the business from Poole, I haven’t seen you as a subordinate. Can I teach you things? Yes. Do I have more experience? Yes. But you have certain intangibles, things I haven’t seen in any of the others in your position. Don’t sell yourself short.”
She reached past me and hit the button to open the doors. “Let’s get some lunch.”