Same old desk. Same grey walls. Same fancy paintings. Same traffic that whizzes past my window. Same morning coffee that I had every day. Everything in my life was the same. I let out a sigh. My eyes darted to the clock on the wall. It was five seconds before 10:00 and my secretary was never late with her daily schedule reminder.
"Good morning Mr. Quinton," a new voice said timidly.
My eyes shot up from the pile of papers to see a small woman around my age of 28 who wasn't my usual secretary. She had pale blond hair that was strung tightly back into a bun but a lose strand hung just to the side of her beautiful sky blue eyes. My eyes raked down this new woman's body, caressing her every curve that were prominent from her grey pencil skirt and blush pink blouse. It took every inch of my body to stay seated and not walk up to her and slip the tiny strand of hair behind her ear and stare into her eyes.
I watched her cheeks turn a shade similar to her pink blouse. I let out an inaudible chuckle and cleared my throat. I hadn't realized I had been staring for so long. It has been awhile since the last woman I dated and a single woman has caught my eye. Most women would shamelessly flirt with me and show me they're cleavage at any chance they got, but to be honest, that disgusted me. I gave them all the signs of being not interested and they wouldn't back off.
I cleared my throat once more, before saying in a scratchy voice, "Good morning Miss. May I ask, where is Mrs. Smith?"
Now it was my turn to catch the shy woman at checking me out. Her blue orbs trailed across my body, doing as I just did and taking in my every detail. I could see small little points sticking from her breasts that caused my member to slowly stir in my pants. I fidgeted slightly, trying to discretely rearrange myself. She had to of seen this because she quickly went to say something but another voice interrupted her.
"Jay-Jay!" a motherly voice interjected.
I let out a sigh when the slightly plump woman came walking into the room. Mrs. Smith has been a mother to me. She didn't treat me like I was her boss, she treated me like a young boy who still was growing up which was nice change from the normal hustle and bustle of my corporation life.
"What is going on here?" I asked, slightly irritated that I wasn't informed of anything.
The woman took a deep breath and a warm smile filled her features, "Well, dear. I'm pregnant and Andrew can finally afford for me to be a stay at home mother with my children so I'm quitting." I gasped, "What?"
"Don't worry. I knew you would take it this way so I already did the hard work for you. This is going to be your new secretary. Her name is Ms. Samantha Reynolds. I've been through hundreds of people trying to get this job and believe me, she is the best one."
A scowl immediately knitted onto my brow. This woman was replacing the closest person I had to a family. After my parents died in a car crash, I was left with my father's inheritance which included me taking over his corporation. I was broken and lost in the world without any other family members but once Mrs. Smith met me, she instantly filled the void. She took me under her wing and let me spend holidays with her rather than alone in my apartment.
"B-but-" I started but Mrs. Smith shushed me.
"Don't worry. You can still spend all the holidays with us. Nothing will change, dear," she said with a smile.
I swallowed my sadness and regret and decided to look professional in front of the beautiful new Ms. Reynolds, "How long until you leave?"
"The end of the week," she said with a sad smile.
"Congratulations," I smiled at her.
"Thanks, now come on, Samantha, I'm going to show you how our master copy machine works."
And with that, Mrs. Smith strolled out of the office with the young girl hot on her heals. As Ms. Samantha looked back on last time and caught my gaze, I couldn't help but think that maybe this wouldn't be so bad.
~*~
The week seemed to fly by. And as much as the young woman was proving herself, she wasn't the same as my old secretary. Mrs. Smith promised to keep in touch with me. She told me that she would still keep an extra chair and place mat out on Christmas dinner, and said she would even put out two if I were to bring a girl. Like that would happen.
