Abby and the ceo - S01 E15

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Abby and the ceo - S01 E15

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 15

A couple months later and I was settled into not being the 'new gal and a fully contributing member of the team.

It was a late night. Not that I had any idea how late. I was too curious about what was working on. I remembered finding a stale pastry and apple in the break room that call dinner. Then, I nearly jumped out of my chair.

"Why are you here alone?"

"Jeez "I tuned in my chair, then stood up quickly. "Oh, sir, you startled me." It was Mr. Comell, the CEO. "I... I, ah... I can't really answer that, sir."

He looked at me puzzled, then, "Okay." His face turned into a smile. "Then, let me rephrase, why are you here so late?"

"Oh... sorry, sir yes I was intending to spend just a little time because I thought I could finish up this assignment but I found something that didn't look right and I started digging and is it really that late already, sir?"

He dropped his suit jacket and briefcase on Mary's chair and turned back to me. His eyes traveled down my body and back up. He stuck out his hand, "Curiously, I don't think we've been introduced. Joe Cornell."

I shyly smiled. "Yes, sir, I know who you are. I'm Abby Thomas."

"Ahhhh... yes, of course. I should have guess. I've heard a lot about you, young lady."

"Ummm... good things I hope, sir." He laughed.

Then he loosened his tie and turned to my desk. "Tell me about this 'something didn't look right' thing you were working on. What project are you working on?"

"Sir?" He wanted project details about my issue?

"Young lady, I started this company with a total team no bigger than a quarter of this office. I might be stuck in that big office now but I still remember the thrill of pursuing an analysis."

I blushed. I sat in my chair and turned the monitor so he could see it better over my shoulder and spread out paperwork as I started. "Well, sir, this is the Mountain West project. Sara assigned me to assist Steve Patula who developed the project with input from Sales, Marketing, and Operations. He broke off this part, the internal guts of the proposal, to me to be melded in with his work." I broke down the information I was given, what developed and expanded on myself and why I felt something was off. I explained that to appease myself, I went over to Steve's desk (I walked him over to it) and spread out the more indepth paperwork he had in his file. He asked surprisingly good questions, but it was his company, as I led him back along the trail of information.

"Wait a minute. Go back to Operations there... that's not right. They can't do that. That rate of production isn't possible in that area."

I smile and looked at him, "Exactly, sir. That's why it looked off to me. This was being based on a false rate of production. I checked a previous project I worked on to verify my premise. It's not exactly the same production but it's the same plant and tooling. These numbers are somehow off."

"You're not going to be able to finish tonight, are you Abby?"

"No, sir. That was where I was when you surprised me. We need Operations to review that information."

He nodded and we walked back to my desk. He picked up his jacket and case. "Why are you here so late, sir?"

"Late flight. Thought I'd stop here on the way home. My wife is already asleep, I'm sure. I could download some thoughts while I was still cranked up from the day." He turned with a nice smile. "Thank you, Abby. That brought back satisfying memories of working late to work out problems. I'd forgotten how much I enjoyed that."

I watched his eyes travel over my messy desk. "You must have done a really good job of solving problems back then, sir. You've got a company now that is widely respected and I very much enjoy working for."

He seemed to tear his eyes from the past. "Do you drink, dear?" | smiled and he led me through the desks to his dark corner office.

His office was huge. On one side was a huge desk with comfortable visitor chairs in front, a large chair behind and credenza behind that. On the other side was a couch, coffee table and two comfortable chairs. He offered me the couch as he place his case and jacket on his desk and went to one of the doors in the credenza, took out two glasses and held up a bottle of Gentleman Jack bourbon. I nodded.