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Annalise had no idea what to expect when she accepted the offer for the job. She knew being a personal assistant would be interesting and that it would impart invaluable knowledge to her that she could use as she advanced her career, but she wasn't anticipating the chance to be assigned to such a powerful individual. It was almost like watching poetry in motion the way he commanded the room because it was so subtle that it just morphed into the environment of the room. The men continued to dab their perspiring foreheads, grunting as it became harder and harder to breathe in the suddenly stifling conference room. Simon remained cool, his eyes twinkling with a pleasure that she knew was derived by his ability to cow the men into submission without even needing to raise his voice.
Finally, after what certainly felt like an eternity for the executives, Simon concluded the meeting and asked if they had any questions. Of course, the men seized this opportunity, grasping at the last vestige of control he had allowed them only to be deflated question after question. Simon answered them, every single one, but purposefully kept the answers vague to remind the men that he would be the one ultimately making the decisions from now on. They blustered and fought to keep a handhold, but by the end of the questioning their fingers slipped and they went crashing down into the abyss of their crumbling empire.
Each man stood in line, grumbling under their breath about the nerve of some people, and trying to avoid the inevitable shake of their new boss' hand, but failing miserably. Simon shook –every- hand and looked the men square in the eye using his size and his superior health to his advantage to drive the point home once more. Annalise resisted the urge to laugh when he retrieved hand sanitizer from his pocket, washing away the remnants of the meeting with the pungent odor of alcohol. She had a sanitizer in her purse as well, but hers was a light, floral scent – the strong, clean scent was definitely more fitting for the man now directing his attention to her.
"I was, sir. That was amazing… I mean, I've seen business meetings in movies and TV shows, but to see the intricacies and the reactions up close. It was exhilarating."
Her cheeks flushed pink when she realized she was rambling, nodding to his suggestion of a break. "A break sounds wonderful, sir. It will give me a chance to go over my notes and collect my thoughts before we meet up again. Is there a breakroom on this floor?" She was hoping that, in asking, he would offer to escort her there since she was loathe to leave the man's presence just yet. It was doubtful, though, since Simon probably wanted some time to decompress as well after the meeting.
Finally, after what certainly felt like an eternity for the executives, Simon concluded the meeting and asked if they had any questions. Of course, the men seized this opportunity, grasping at the last vestige of control he had allowed them only to be deflated question after question. Simon answered them, every single one, but purposefully kept the answers vague to remind the men that he would be the one ultimately making the decisions from now on. They blustered and fought to keep a handhold, but by the end of the questioning their fingers slipped and they went crashing down into the abyss of their crumbling empire.
Each man stood in line, grumbling under their breath about the nerve of some people, and trying to avoid the inevitable shake of their new boss' hand, but failing miserably. Simon shook –every- hand and looked the men square in the eye using his size and his superior health to his advantage to drive the point home once more. Annalise resisted the urge to laugh when he retrieved hand sanitizer from his pocket, washing away the remnants of the meeting with the pungent odor of alcohol. She had a sanitizer in her purse as well, but hers was a light, floral scent – the strong, clean scent was definitely more fitting for the man now directing his attention to her.
"I was, sir. That was amazing… I mean, I've seen business meetings in movies and TV shows, but to see the intricacies and the reactions up close. It was exhilarating."
Her cheeks flushed pink when she realized she was rambling, nodding to his suggestion of a break. "A break sounds wonderful, sir. It will give me a chance to go over my notes and collect my thoughts before we meet up again. Is there a breakroom on this floor?" She was hoping that, in asking, he would offer to escort her there since she was loathe to leave the man's presence just yet. It was doubtful, though, since Simon probably wanted some time to decompress as well after the meeting.