"You have no experience. A minor in advertising means nothing. I hired you to answer my phone and fetch me coffee. And whatever else I want. You need to have thick skin to be in advertising. Just do your job and don't worry your pretty little head about anything else."
What the hell?I stood up. "I don't want to just be your secretary forever."
"And you won't always just be my secretary. You're due for a promotion very soon. But I need to know that I can trust you. I don't need anyone working beneath me that I can't trust." His eyes wandered down my body.
"I should probably get back to my work, Mr. Ellington."
"Joe. Please call me Joe."
No.I turned around and retreated out of his office. Had I imagined that? He hit on me all the time. But had he seriously just implied that I was being promoted to sucking his cock? I must have imagined it. Even if I had, I still felt belittled. It didn't seem like Mr. Ellington thought I had what it took to work in advertising. And I didn't understand why, because my idea was good. It was so much better than Jenkins' stupid pitch.
I walked into the break room and got a cup of coffee. Ever since Mr. Ellington had hired me, he had flirted with me. Even when I had my engagement ring on. Had he really just hired me with the thought that I'd eventually have sex with him? That was preposterous. And disgusting. I started to wonder what had happened to his last secretary.
When I walked back to my desk there was a huge stack of papers and a note.
Bridget,
All these files need to be input into the computer. Type them up and email me before you leave today.
-Joe
Seriously?This was like a million pieces of paper. I sighed and turned on my computer. I guess I'd have to cancel my date tonight.
