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Evie
Just picture it as your classroom in college but in a more formal setting. Plus, your boss is my best friend.
That’s what Dad said when I called to inform him about the schedule adjustment.
He told me Mr. Thorne had already informed him. After which, he'd gushed about how proud he was of me.
Tears brimmed my eyes when I recalled his tone.
I'm proud of you, Evie. You have never failed me. I'm sure your mom is proud of you, too.
It gladdened my heart to think Mom was smiling at me. I could picture her baking her special cookies and handing them to me for a job well done. It was what she usually did in times like these.
Gosh, I miss her. I would never stop missing her.
I wiped my eyes and tucked a stray hair before glancing at the mirror. Hair slicked into a low bun, a neatly ironed shirt, and a black pencil skirt that reached my knees, I was ready for work.
Did I also mention that I had a whole stack of work clothes delivered to me? Virginia delivered them to me last night saying it was the boss’s order. The clothes were expensive.
Frankly, I’d never had that many clothes in a while and I wondered how much Mr. Thorne must have spent to get them.
My stomach flipped at the thought. I needed to thank him.
Before then I needed to focus on my nervousness.
Nervousness.
I was nervous. I'd never worked as a secretary before. I'd never even worked in an official setting, not to mention the most successful robotics company in New York.
It was all still sudden.
Thankfully, the new arrangement would make the process less burdensome. Courtesy of the new schedule Mr. Thorne had informed me about last night.
Mrs. Thorne, Sophie’s grandma, arrived last night. She would take care of Sophie until I was back.
I'd be the secretary a few days a week, three, sometimes two. Then, when I return, I'll take on my role as a nanny from Mrs. Thorne. That would be the new routine.
You’ll be needed at the office when the Chief arrives for inspection. Your presence will also be required when there's a need to improvise on the drone.
Apparently, the drone they'd been building was an improved combat drone. And my job would be to test and give feedback on the drone control interface.
Your understanding of psychology will be valuable in user testing and feedback on drone control interfaces, ensuring user-friendliness and minimizing stress for operators.
Since this control interface constantly required improvement to maintain a competitive edge, my skills would remain relevant, especially when the need for improvement arose as long as the drone contract was valid.
I understood that.
Mr. Thorne also mentioned that I'd handle basic personal secretary work— administrative and clerical tasks.
Overall, the workload wouldn't be much. It allowed me to earn extra cash while familiarizing myself with the work settings. And that was precisely what I intended to do.
I had to be at the office by eight. It was 6:47 a.m., and I was already dressed. Blame my nervousness. While we’re at it, I might add that I barely slept.
That was also due to my nervousness and something else.
My lips instantly curled in distaste when I allowed myself to think of the night of the park. And the day of the meeting.
I didn't know why he thought telling me how to handle my job was a great idea. I fucking knew what I was doing. And I definitely didn't understand why he thought it was great to ruin my mood after the…
