“I’ll handle it.” She said it without needing further explanation. She was fucking awesome at her job. “I’ll vet them, pass them along the chain of command where necessary, and you’ll only see the second-round interviews later today.”
“Thank you, MJ. I really appreciate it.” For the first time this morning, I felt like I could breathe. Like MJ took a rock off my chest. “I owe you big time.”
“Not in the least, sir. I’ll get it done.” She ended the call before I could correct her again.
I knew I could trust Mary Jane with the task. Good. Fuck.
Scrubbing my hands over the stubble I didn’t shave this morning, I sank into my wide wingback office chair. I took care of a few of the most urgent things I had to do before going to the meeting, having let Neil know to get started on the first one without me.
A few minutes to myself was what I needed before I jumped into this crazy, hectic day. The pace of this lifestyle was insane. People born in suits probably didn’t realize it, but this shit wasn’t good for a person’s heart.
The noise in my head died down knowing there weren’t so many people waiting on me anymore, and now I’d gotten the basics covered. I walked over to my window, hooking my thumbs in my pockets as I took in my view.
I watched ant-sized people bustling around on the sidewalk below. Without warning, my mind drifted to wondering whether the thick-hipped girl from Friday night was down there somewhere.
“Where are you, Cinderella?” I mumbled to my empty office, smiling as I allowed myself a minute to relax and remember her body melting into mine.
The memory of her gave me a nice hard-on. A welcome change of pace for this shitty morning.
Feeling slightly rejuvenated and more like myself, I turned away from my window and got to work.