their time is money.”
He disappeared from the room and Carrie admired the
tidiness of his desk. Trent’s always looked like a bomb had exploded within
five minutes of his arrival.
When Jeff returned with one of Trent’s best customers,
Carrie stood and smiled. “Mr. Edwards.”
The old man chuckled and gave her a hug. “Carrie. It’s so
good to see you. Are you here selling chairs?”
“No. Trent and I decided he should run his company without
me.”
His eyes saddened. “I’m sorry, my dear. I always thought
you too good for him.”
Carrie intended to explain they hadn’t broken up, but Jeff
cleared his throat and sent her death rays from his stee ly eyes. “Have a
seat, Mr. Edwards.”
Mr. Edwards ignored him and remained focused on Carrie.
“Are you working here now?”
She nodded.
His smile widened. “And you’re going to be my contact?”
“No,” both Carrie and Jeff replied at once.
Jeff pointed at her chair and she sat. He then motioned Mr.
Edwards to sit…again. “Carrie joined us today. She’s observing.”
“Well, when she finishes observing, I would like her to
handle my project.”
A faint twitch in Jeff’s left eye hinted Mr. Edward’s
request had pissed him off. “She will be doing nothing more than observing for
quite some time. She’s untrained at the moment.”
Mr. Edwards shrugged. “She’s a fast learner.” He turned to
Carrie. “Give me a call when you’re ready to handle clients.”
“Thank you for the support. However, Jeff’s really good. You
don’t want to wait for me.” She based her commendation on the advice he gave
her before Mr. Edwards arrived.
Mr. Edwards huffed and turned back to Jeff. “Proceed.”
The more Jeff spoke, the happier Carrie became. She hadn’t
lied to Mr. Edwards. Jeff asked all the right questions to isolate what skills the
company needed. Near the end of the meeting, he asked the time parameters for
securing the logistics manager.
“Sometime in November. Larson’s leaving in December.”
Carrie leaned forward. “Excuse me, Mr. Edwards, but
shouldn’t you have the new hire learning from Larson during October. Half your
year’s product gets purchased then.”
“Yes, of course! Thank you, Carrie.” He then turned to
Jeff. “We need our logistics person before October, otherwise he’ll be in deep
water come the next year.”
“Excellent,” Jeff stated and noted the constraint. “We’ll
get your man before then.”
“Or woman,” Mr. Edwards stated. He glanced at Carrie.
“There’s some top notch women in the field now, as well.”
She rewarded him with a smile.
When Jeff escorted Mr. Edwards from the room he motioned Carrie
to follow.
Together they walked him to the elevator and saw him off.
Jeff then introduced her to the receptionist and pointed out the fax and copy
machine. On their way back, he stopped at Scott’s open door and introduced her,
not knowing they had already met. Scott played some war game on his computer.
Yeah, work buried the poor guy.
By Scott’s request, Jeff left her in the hall as he closed
the door so they could talk in private. He came out a moment later, rolling his
eyes, and continued down the hall. Most of the doors remained closed. On those,
she could peer through the narrow door window and he’d tell her the
consultant’s name.
When they walked past Sandra’s office, he hurried by, even
though the door stood open. “You might want to avoid her,” he stated in a soft
voice.
He pointed to a dark office. “If you have a computer
problem, take it here. Destiny is excellent.”
Carrie nodded in agreement. She’d met Dan’s daughter three
months ago and thought Destiny a wonderful young woman, personal ly and
professional ly, albeit prone to odd hairstyles and clothing choices .
“ Only problem is she’s part-time, and the computers seem to wait
until she’s gone to go crazy.”
“Well, if you need help and Destiny isn’t around, give me a
call. I’m pretty good
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