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the fourth area
there’s the restrooms, showers and what we call the snap room… kettle, fridge,
microwave and so on” she grinned, “but we’re through here” she gestured towards
the fifth  zone.
     
    She
walked across to the other reception room that I was going to be working in;
there were two large desks, a waiting area and an enclosed office at the back
of the room.  
    “This
is your work space, Olivia” she pointed at one of the two desks “and I’m just
over there, so if you’ve any worries or questions just bellow at me. Let’s get
you through to Mr Peterson now” she said somewhat glumly as she approached the
office and knocked lightly.
    “Come
in, Grace” a voice sang through the door, “I hope you’ve brought our new
recruit with you, I’m sooo looking forward to meeting her again.”
     
    Grace
opened the door and as soon as she entered the office I noticed her disposition
alter slightly. Her back straightened, her chin elevated and the strain poured
out of her in masses.
     Frowning
at her slightly I followed her in and was greeted by Mr Peterson, striding
towards me with his hand outstretched and what looked like a sneer across his
lips.
    His
eyes travelled from my hair all the way down to my shoes and back up slowly,
pausing at my chest and the glint in them told me exactly what he thought of my
appearance.
    Jesus,
another one !
     
    I
hoped I could handle him and keep him at a distance. He grabbed my hand in his
and placed a rather wet, inappropriate kiss on my cheek.
    Eugh.
      “Miss Adams, I have been eagerly awaiting working with
you.”
    I,
on the other hand, was really NOT eagerly awaiting working with this
man. He was slimy, self-important and gave me the jitters.
     
    His
phone shrilled on his desk, making me and Grace Jump.
    Snatching
it from its cradle Peterson bellowed into it, “WHAT?!” he barked, making me
flinch as I desperately felt sorry for whoever was on the other end.
    “Mmmm,
yes, see to it” he stated sharply to the unseen caller.
     
    He
slammed the receiver back down and then turned back to me, giving me another
leer. “Well Olivia, shall we make a start?” He glanced at Grace, “You can leave
us” he prompted to her.
    I
turned to look at her and she gave me a slight shake of her head as Peterson
paced over to his cabinet, opening some drawers and retrieving some documents.
    Grace
gave me a reassuring smile and exited the office, quietly closing the door
behind her. 
     
    I
stood staring at her retreating figure through the glass window in the door,
silently praying that I would get out of this room alive and with all my female
parts intact… and him all his male parts.
    A
cough resounded behind me and I spun round. “I’m so sorry Mr Peterson, I didn’t
catch that, I’m a little nervous” I shyly smiled.
    He
sneered at me before he came up to me and set his hand on my shoulder “I’m sure
it won’t take us long to get better acquainted Olivia, in fact I’m looking
forward to getting to know you a lot better.”
    Did
he realise how inappropriate he was being, or was it me, reading too much into
the way he communicated with people?
    Whichever,
I did not like him at all and my internal alarms were blaring at me to ‘Get the
Hell out of there’ but he was my boss, so I had to grin and bear him.
     
    “Take
a seat Olivia and we’ll go over your rolls and expectations.” He was all
politeness again and I wondered if I had read the situation wrong, being a
person that saw the worst in everybody I knew I could sometimes misconstrue
certain elements of life.
     
    Taking
a seat, I listened to him tell me what he expected of me, the company benefits
and how things worked round there.
    An
hour later he finally stated we were finished and that I was to start reviewing
his diary and getting accustomed to things. I stood to leave and as I walked
towards the door I felt his hand rest on my lower back. I recoiled and spun
around to face him but he didn’t