Part 2 of my short story ‘Secretary’s Revenge’ continues hope you enjoy the story-building towards the eventual conclusion and ending…
After two days Meg still hadn’t returned to work or to clear out her desk. The office was getting more and more chaotic without her. If it was an apology she wanted then he’d better give her one. Picking up the phone he dialled her home number.
She answered on the third ring, “Meg Tyler speaking.”
“When are you going to stop this mucking about and come back to work?”
“If that was your idea of an apology it needs major reworking Mr Winstone.”
And she slammed the phone down in his ear.
He pushed redial and spoke as soon as it was picked up, “Look, damn you woman. I’m trying to apologise here. Don’t you dare hang up on me, not again. We have to sort this… Megan?”
“Is that you William?”
“It’s Margaret Tyler, dear.”
Her mother was there?
“Ah… sorry. I didn’t realise. Is Meg available please, I’d like to speak with her?”
“She says not until you apologise properly, dear.”
“What does she want? My blood.” He held the phone away from his ear as the woman asked Meg what exactly she wanted from this man.
“She says yes ‘blood, and some sweat and tears would be good too, dear.”
“This has gone beyond a joke. Put her on the phone, now… please?”
Meg’s tone was angry, “Don’t you try making your ‘not-so-polite’ demands on Mum; they may have worked on me in the past but not anymore.”
“Please come back to work. I can’t manage without you Meg. I need you here.”
“Well I don’t need to be there. I’m managing just fine by not coming in. In fact, I’m quite enjoying it. I think it’s time I cleared out my desk. This afternoon is good for me. You can advertise my position forthwith. Is that clear enough for you Mr Big-shot William J Winstone?”
Shit! This was the worst she’d ever been. He’d really blown it this time. “Are you sure Meg? The place is getting into a real muddle and everyone is breathing down my neck for the next instalment of the ad campaign; you know… the Dinosaur one?”
“Now the truth’s coming out. You only want me to come in and finish off what I, not you, started.”
“No! I mean yes. But I want you back for all the other stuff too.”
“Oh you mean coffee and laundry detail?”
“Well yes and the other stuff.” William looked up to see several of his employees standing outside his office door. He made a rude sign with his forefinger and tried to concentrate on what she’d just said. Tom had his betting book out, again. They were all laying odds on how long it would be before she came back to work. Money was exchanged and hands were shaken.
He thought back and seized on the words he wanted to hear, “This afternoon? You’re coming back this afternoon?”
“Only to clear my stuff out.”
“When I get there.”
He hung up the phone and glanced at his watch. Almost lunchtime. He’d better get a plan sorted as soon as possible.
“Get back to work you lot. She’s coming back this afternoon so save yourselves some money and stop with the betting.”
“We’ll see,” Tom answered. “If she makes you coffee we’ll divvie up. Not a second before.”
She didn’t make any coffee. Her desk was cleared out in record time and she was gone by the time he got back from lunch.
Tom leaned out of his door, “She came – she went. And no coffee got made boss. I think it’s permanent this time. It’s sure looking that way. Hey, nice flowers.”
William eyed the massive bunch of flowers he was still clutching. “Yeah, guaranteed to get me back on her good side. Or so the florist told me.”
“Yeah well, most women love flowers. But Meg is not most women.”
“You think I don’t know that Hart!” He glared at his friend, “Don’t you have work to do?”
William saw nothing else for it – he’d have to confront her in her own space. “I’m going to be out for the rest of the day. My message service will pick up any calls.’
His appointments diary was fairly light except for one important prospective new client. He’d have to be switched along with everyone else.
The calls went smoothly; they all understood his predicament – with the prospective new client being the most sympathetic.
In fact, William was more than a little surprised at how easily he’d achieved all the secretarial type stuff. Maybe he didn’t need one after all?
(I bet know what you’re thinking… ‘the arrogance of the bloody man!’ But don’t worry, Meg definitely has the last say…)
TO BE CONCLUDED IN PART 3…