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"Excuse me?" he said, as if she had violated some sort of norm that she was unaware of She was none-too-happy to be called out as if she had somehow broken a rule Lydia put the book down, careful toaway fro the smirk on his face as he followed her movements and stared at the book's back
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"It's et the lay of the land Do you have a key to my office?" he asked, as if she had any idea what he was talking about Parking spot stealer, job stealer, and now he expected her to help hih the first day on the job? Oh, hell no HR wiped butts Not her
She stiffened, stared hi very hard to control the impulse to be friendly, and said, "How do I know you're the new Director of Social Media and not so spots?"
He studied her, eyes roving across her face, down to her chest, taking in her curves with a look of possessiveness and a lazy, leisurely approach that le in the most unprofessional of ways Soive up and look at her anywhere but, oh, there And there And to stopher think about her own –
He finally srin of exasperationevasive or confusing "I told you I'm Matt Jones I'm the new Director of Social Media Obviously my arrival hasn't been announced to all the employees And who are you?"
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It was at soraood for e, corporate anizations over the years had participated in, at the orientation he had been bored to tears – with one exception Her A fresh faced, slightly-exotic-looking, cheerleader type, and Mike had been happy to attend if it ot to stare at her fro at the tienius, and he could tell fro procedures carefully outlined by the Huht that if she spoke to everyone like Miss Molly from Ro woman to a point of complete and utter underwhelm
Her lidded eyes, her obvious contempt for the presentation and more so for the treatment that she received at the hands of his own employees made him follow up, very briefly, after the session and chat with her She looked like so out of a cliche, no – a stereotype – of a high school cheerleader combined with a plus-size, dark-haired Barbie And yet this one was smart, so when he had asked her what her new position was at Bournham Industries, she paled and stammered, "I’m an administrative assistant here"
"That’s it?" he had replied, shocked that soent would be in such a low position in his coed instantly, and noas the target of her contempt
"Well, we can’t all be the CEO, now can we?" she’d answered, a tentative s with a look of horror at her own smart mouth
He was taken aback but not offended More a Lately, he had found hi surrounded by ‘yes er to please but also equally desperate to avoid conflict This one – she had some bite Why on earth had human resources hired her as soht, we can’t all be the CEO of Bournharin "But what I’ent, like you, is in an entry-level position"
Her eyes flashed with an emotion he couldn’t discern "Why don’t you ask your own HR department that question, Mr Bournham?" And with that she turned on her heel and walked away, her brown locks bouncing behind her against theat the backs of her knees, her long, thick calves tight in her perfectly professional high heels