I decided to head into the office. I have a good team running my business so I am fairly relaxed about how many days I work. I jogged there; it's only a couple of miles from my place. The day was beautiful, the sun shining through the spring leaves of the plane trees lining the roadways. I showered and changed when I arrived. We have a gym in the basement and I always keep a change of clothes there.
As I headed towards my office, Sally my secretary, smiled up at me from her desk and said, "Good morning sir, your nine o'clock appointment is here. I've given her a coffee and shown her through." I had forgotten I had an appointment, it was lucky I had come in. I resolved to be more careful in keeping track of my meetings.
"Remind me who it is Sally," I asked.
She read from the diary, "Miss Karen Lang."
I remembered. I had met her at a cocktail party and had given her my card. She had seemed bright and had a certain allure. She was young enough to be my daughter and was looking for work. I had told her to phone Sally and make an appointment. Although times are tough economically, my business was still making a healthy profit.
"I better get in and see her," I said and went on into my office.
Miss Lang was sitting facing my desk reading a copy of Newsweek. She put it down and stood up smiling. She stretched her hand out to me. "Thank you for seeing me. I appreciate it." Her hair was a dark blonde tied up at the back of her head, a few loose wisps highlighted by the sunlight streaming through the large windows behind her. "It's quite a view you have here". My office has a clear view out over the bay. With the sky empty save for a couple of small white clouds, the sea still and the sun shining, the view was almost pure blue for miles.
I took her hand and shook it. Her palm was cool and dry. "I'm very pleased you called," I said. It was no lie. Miss Lang was very attractive. She must have been in her early twenties at most. Her face was a sweet oval shape coming to a tapering chin. Her cheekbones were high and her lips full and slightly pouting. I sat behind my desk and she took her seat crossing her legs as she sat. She was dressed in a light gray suit with a white blouse unbuttoned at the neck. I could just make out a silver chain underneath. She was a little above average height for a woman, I'm not sure exactly how tall or what she weighed, I have never been good at estimating those things, but she was slim. Her bust seemed generous without being over sized. I liked what I saw.
I asked her what work experience she had had. As she talked I watched the way she moved her hands and touched her hair. I noticed that her nostrils flared ever so slightly as she spoke. She looked so fuckable. We talked for some time and I explained about the company and how we operated here and overseas. It did my ego good to see her so obviously impressed with me. She was polite and deferential listening to what I had to say. After a while I asked her if I could ask her some personal questions.
"Please go ahead," she replied.
"How old are you Karen?" I picked up a pencil to write down her answer.
"Twenty one," Just over half my age. I noticed her tongue just touch the corner of her mouth. I loved the look of those full-pouting lips.
We went on and she gave me her address and phone number and told me a bit about her background. She was an only child and had lived all her life on the island. She was well educated and had a good degree. She had hoped to go into journalism but there were few opportunities. She did not really know what she wanted to do but had heard of my company. She was interested when I had said there might be an opening for her. "Is there a job description?" she asked.
"The bosses fuck slave," I thought but said, "the way we work Karen, is that every graduate employee spends six months to a year working in different areas to get a feel for the company and to be assessed as to their competence. Although I'm the boss it's not up to me to give you a job." I paused looking her in the eye. "You seem bright and intelligent and I can't imagine that you would not be a good employee but it is the Head of Human Resources who decides who we take on. I would be happy to recommend you to her for a formal interview if you would like."
"Yes please!" she breathed leaning forward. "Thank you. I've written to dozens of companies but have hardly had a reply let alone an interview."
"A sign of the times I'm afraid. Business is tough out there. I'm going to ask Simon Merisson, my personal assistant, to show you around. If you're free I'd like to take you to lunch after that."
She nodded and smiled,"thank you."
"Do you have anything on this afternoon?"I asked.
"No," she answered a little cautiously.
"Good, then I'll get Sally to organize an interview with our Head of HR."I buzzed Sally. "Ask Simon to show Karen round and bring her back here for one o'clock."
"Yes sir." She came through. Karen thanked me again before allowing Sally to lead her away.
I buzzed my head of HR. "Hi Lisa, it's me. Yeah fine thanks. Look, I've just seen a potential new graduate recruit, Karen Lang. Could you interview her this afternoon for our graduate recruitment program? You can. Thanks. And Lisa, make sure she gets a place okay? Bye!" There is no point owning the company if you can not get what you want.
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