Abby and the ceo - S01 E30

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Abby and the ceo - S01 E30

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 30

ANOTHER FIRST DAY

I was in the office early as usual. I was a nervous wreck the rest of Sunday after I left the Cornell's home and the full implications of what had occurred over that weekend sunk in. I continued to speculate on the implications of spending two nights with them and being a willing and eager sexual partner to the couple. But what dominated my mind and kept me on edge was being chosen as the Personal Assistant to Mr. Cornell. The other two candidates, candidates who had put their names in for consideration (unlike me) each had more experience with the company and highly thought of. The man had been in the group for two years while the woman a year and a half. This would have been a good promotion for anyone in the group and I worried about the reaction of getting it when I didn't apply for it.

I saw through the glass doors that several men were milling around by the executive offices as the elevator doors opened. As I stepped from the elevator, I caught some movement to the right and was surprised to find Ms. Benson, the Director of our group, standing before a stall as she calmly removed her blouse. She glanced over, spotted me, and smiled with a nod of greeting. I turned to the left as had become my habit. Stalls became claimed locations as women tended to use the same one.

I had wom a mini-dress and was slipping it down over my legs and stepping out of it when I saw Ms. Benson walking the hallway toward me, moving past the doors. I wondered if the sight would ever not seem incongruous to me: a nearly naked woman carrying a briefcase bag and purse. She was wearing something different today. Along with the dark heels and thigh-high stockings, she was wearing a cupless bra with thin lace straps circling her C-cup breasts.

"Good morning, ma'am," I said as I casually reached behind my back to removed my bra. Unconsciously, I rubbed the underside of my breasts. "What brings you into the office so early?"

There was a pause longer than I expected so I looked up as I stepped out of the thong pooled at my feet. She was watching me. "Well, Abby, I don't know except that Joe wanted all the VP's and Directors in by 7:30 for a quick meeting." She looked at her dainty watch on her wrist. I knew it was 7:15 as my routine was now pretty precise as I found the being early was good preparation time for the day and checking messages. I was now naked except for thigh-highs and heels which would be how I would be dressed for the day. I picked up my own satchel and purse, checked the stall to see I had what I needed, and walked with her to the glass doors. Inside, we parted ways. She wished me a good day but she watched me as if she suspected something was up. I wouldn't be surprised if she suspected Mr. Cornell wanted a meeting to give the VP's and Directors a heads-up announcement of his choice but I saw no reason why she would suspect it was me. I wound my way through the desks in the open office as she made her way to the outside wall where her enclosed office was. As I came to my desk, I glanced at the corner office to find him standing in the doorway chatting with one of the VP's, both in well-tailored suits, but diverting his gaze as looked in his direction. I glanced the other way to see Ms. Benson standing in her doorway watching the very brief exchange. She smiled and nodded. Oops.

I had lost track of the executive meeting or anything else for that matter. I heard and peripherally was aware of the increasing hum of activity in the office the closer it came to being 8:00. I heard Mary's greeting as she passed by my desk for hers and I responded, then glanced up at her with a smile and did a double take. She was wearing heels but was without stockings. Stockings were all we could wear. I leaned back in my chair and asked her.

She looked embarrassed. "I visited my parents for the weekend. By the time I got back last night, I was too tired to handwash stockings. She considered me for a moment, then, "You must have a drawer full of stockings. Kneeling on the floor really does a number of stockings and I'm not on my knees even close to as much as you."

I laughed, "I hear you, girl, I've thought about going without them and saving them for certain days but... heck, it's about all we can wear." We both laughed. The idea was absurd even after the time I've been with the company on this floor.

Then I heard Sara's voice, "Every woman here feels the same way." We looked up, wondering how long she had been standing there. "Abby, Pam wants to see us for a moment." I nodded, shrugged at Mary, rose and followed her. Along the way, she quietly said, "Congratulations. Pam just told me."

I softly replied back, "You know, already?" She nodded. "I'm worried how the other two will react. I liked them both."

She pointed to Mr. Cornell's office, "They were called in to meet with Mr. Cornell right at 8:00. From the looks of it, you don't need to worry.

I looked over to the corner office. The other two candidates were leaving his office. They both scanned the large room, spotted me, and both gave me thumbs up. I wondered why they were pleased NOT to get the job? The meeting with Ms. Benson was quick. She wanted to offer her congratulations and to reinforce how unique the opportunity was. Mr. Cornell had never used a personal assistant in the past, favoring to use one of those of the other VP's. It was clear what the position might be like as a result but it was felt he could be quite demanding and his schedule chaotic.

They apparently saw a different man than I have. She and Sara went over my assigned work to identify what work I had to complete. There was one project effort I was too close to finishing to pass on to someone else. I agreed and confirmed I could be done with that in a matter of hours if I focussed on it. Ms. Benson scanned her notes and nodded to Sara to make that work. She would confirm the schedule with Mr. Cornell and he would define the transition schedule. There was to be a formal announcement at 9:00. He wasn't wasting time, I thought.

Almost like she read her mind, Ms. Benson said, "Funny, after all this time of not having one, it's like he can't wait to have you identified and relocated outside his office." She looked at me quizzically, "All of us on his staff only found out his decision this morning, many of us getting a meeting announcement for early. When did you find out?"

"Friday, ma'am."

"And you kept it quiet. Something you had to think about, I suppose." I didn't tell her I found out surprised Friday night after dinner at his house after his wife pleaded with me to accept.

At 9:00 on the dot, Mr. Cornell strade out into the large room and stood in the center. He had everyone's attention immediately. He made the announcement, all eyes quickly turned to me as he asked for me to join him. Mary was shocked, "I thought you didn't apply." I told her I hadn't and said we'd talk later.

He handled everything perfectly. He acknowledged the thought that I hadn't applied and that my name had risen in the search despite that. It was his personal appeal that I had agreed. Well, I thought, your wife's personal appeal, to be honest. He led me to his office and sat on the edge of his desk. I stood before him. "Are you still okay with this, Abby? Maybe I should have asked you that before the announcement."