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The party was… interesting. I mean, Xander didn’t really talk much at all, and didn’t comment on my positively adorable bee outfit. Seriously, what guy wouldn’t pay attention to me in that little number? Then again, Faith definitely had me outdone in the sexy outfit department. Going completely nude? How much more creative can you get? I was quite impressed to say the least. I was still thinking over what happened in Xander’s office, again and again.
But I couldn’t be spending my time thinking about stupid Xander. There was much work to be done for Lilah, what with the typing and filing and yelling at ignorant lawyers on the phone. She’d given me permission to yell at certain lawyers, I of course, took full advantage of this privilege.
“No. No Lilah’s not free that day. Nope. Not this week. NO. Not next week either. Listen buddy, let it go! She doesn’t have time for your nonsense and she really doesn’t care about your paralegal bullshit. You want me to put you through to her? That’s what I thought. Have a marvelous day.”
I slammed the phone down with a grin. So much better than retail. I was actually allowed to be mean to clients and I’d learned that the customer really isn’t always right. I mean, of course I had learned that prior to working for Lilah, but she actually allowed me to make it known that the customer isn’t right.
I opened up my schedule for the day and skimmed through it. I had to take notes at a meeting this afternoon, but I was basically free all day to answer emails and phone calls, my favorite parts of the job. Lilah didn’t mind me telling people off, in fact she’d even told me that she admired it. None of her previous assistants had the balls to tell her co-workers off, and certainly never “Ms. Morgan” herself.
I looked in Lilah’s “Out” box and leafed through it, checking to see if there was anything urgent that needed to be run to someone’s office (or to Xander’s… urgent or not.) Didn’t look like anything too special, but I scooped up the folders and headed toward the copy room to make about a bajillion copies of some legal nonsense that I could never understand.
Open to anyone in the copy room
But I couldn’t be spending my time thinking about stupid Xander. There was much work to be done for Lilah, what with the typing and filing and yelling at ignorant lawyers on the phone. She’d given me permission to yell at certain lawyers, I of course, took full advantage of this privilege.
“No. No Lilah’s not free that day. Nope. Not this week. NO. Not next week either. Listen buddy, let it go! She doesn’t have time for your nonsense and she really doesn’t care about your paralegal bullshit. You want me to put you through to her? That’s what I thought. Have a marvelous day.”
I slammed the phone down with a grin. So much better than retail. I was actually allowed to be mean to clients and I’d learned that the customer really isn’t always right. I mean, of course I had learned that prior to working for Lilah, but she actually allowed me to make it known that the customer isn’t right.
I opened up my schedule for the day and skimmed through it. I had to take notes at a meeting this afternoon, but I was basically free all day to answer emails and phone calls, my favorite parts of the job. Lilah didn’t mind me telling people off, in fact she’d even told me that she admired it. None of her previous assistants had the balls to tell her co-workers off, and certainly never “Ms. Morgan” herself.
I looked in Lilah’s “Out” box and leafed through it, checking to see if there was anything urgent that needed to be run to someone’s office (or to Xander’s… urgent or not.) Didn’t look like anything too special, but I scooped up the folders and headed toward the copy room to make about a bajillion copies of some legal nonsense that I could never understand.
Open to anyone in the copy room