What’s got him so nuts? I wondered. He was always confident, cool and collected. For him to be so nervous, I clenched my teeth, hoping it wouldn’t affect me.
Layoffs? Maybe just his job in jeopardy? It was something serious, all right.
The doors opened, and I knew the answer. It didn’t make me any less worried.
Out walked Christopher Shepard, head CEO. I recognized him from corporate memos and from pop culture magazines in check out lines. He strode past my boss, trying to keep pace.
My heart beat. I kept my head down, going back to my work, afraid he might see me procrastinating. First impressions.
He looked incredible. Chiseled, stunningly handsome, yet there was something I didn’t expect to see, a cold calculating visage. Penetrating eyes, roughness marked his face like a veteran.
He led my boss away from the workers. They were across from me, and I could see everything they were doing. Mr. Shepard leaned in, whispering to my boss.
He straightened, whispering back nervously. I couldn’t hear, but I knew it wasn’t anything good.
My boss nodded in my direction. Mr. Shepard glanced my way.
No, he didn’t just look my way…he looked right at me.
They continued to stare, and I grew more worried, confused that they would point at me.
It wasn’t good. Whatever it was, I was in deep trouble. I went back to my work, trying to ignore them.
Until they approached. I turned, giving them a shy smile.
The brooding voice didn’t come from my boss. No, it was Christopher Shepard asking for me. I spun in my seat, shaking his hand, firm, yet not so firm that it hurt. The perfect handshake.
“Yes, hi, Mr. Shepard.”