Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
All day long, I could hear loud bangs from his within his office. A binder had been slammed on the desk; his closet door had been thrown into its frame, and several other loud clangs I couldn’t identify had me jumping in my seat every so often. Something was really bothering the Boss today, and I didn’t know what it was, but it had to be bad. He was having a very hard day.
My desk sat just outside his doorway, and as his secretary, I managed his schedule. He had a very important meeting in thirty minutes, and some of the executives had already started to arrive. “Kayla!” His voice boomed from his office, and I scurried from my chair to step into his office.