done with the Script Trials by now.”
Roland let out a bark of laughter, “We barely started them a month ago and he expects results now? The Scripts are nowhere near concluded, I still need to run tests.”
“Well, what results you do have, have you placed them in the…” Andrea paused to glance down at her notepad, “Hendrik folder? He needs the results of last month’s trials as well.”
“Look,” Roland sighed, pausing to adjust a pair of working goggles over his head.
“I’ll tell you what, tell him to wait until tonight at six and I’ll send what I do have, which is close to nothing. But I cannot waste time arguing with you while I’ve got trials to run. Alright? Now go put some shoes on, before you kill somebody.”
She had almost as much luck with Athena when she made her way up to level 5. Athena was a tall black woman with large spectacles and wiry white hair styled in impressive curls that made Andrea stare in awe. She didn’t have much time to stare though because the moment Andrea relayed the message the Boss gave her, Athena looked furious.
“He wants me to set up the meeting again ?!” The woman snapped. Andrea nearly hid behind the massive desk that Athena was now storming passed.
“This is the fifth time this month! How many times does that man need me to cancel and reset that blasted meeting? I’ve had to call several times and deal with very frustrated executives for weeks!”
“Do you think you can have it done by tonight?” Andrea squeaked, withering when Athena gave her a violent stare.
The woman paused as if realizing she was directing her fury at the wrong person. Heaving a great sigh, Athena shook her head, white curls swinging gently by her high cheekbones.
“Tell him I’ll give him a report by this evening.” Then she threw a finger into Andrea’s face. “But that does not mean in any way that it’ll be set up by tonight. You make sure he gets that message.”
Andrea nodded furiously before beginning to walk off, but not before pausing when Athena raised a hand to stop her.
“Hold on… are you barefoot?”
Andrea sighed heavily, “I’m wearing stockings… and my shoes keep scuffing the floor.”
Athena pursed her lips, “well, we can’t have you barefoot either. I’m sure Roland nearly ripped you a new one when he saw you.” You’ve no idea.
Nodding, Athena motioned her closer, “Alright, come here. Lucky for you, I have a few packages of slippers that came in from Japan two months ago. Domitian ordered them in for the sake of the floors.”
“Domitian?” Andrea asked, approaching the tall woman curiously. Athena snorted softly, smiling softly.
“The Boss, that’s his name. Of course you’ll never want to call him that to his face, so just call him Dom, or Mr. Rhys, preferably the latter.”
Sure enough, Andrea managed to get much of her duties completed for the day, her feet clad in comfy new Japanese slippers that apparently were used within schools to avoid scuffing the floors.
By the time 5 o’clock rolled around, she was ready to hide in her apartment and do nothing but sleep, yet she knew she had to at least approach her boss with something.
She wandered back into the office, worn out and ready to go home, when she found him sitting by the desk, scribbling furiously into a few documents on the desk. When she approached him, he glanced up at her, before glaring.
“You’re late.” He grunted.
“I was expecting information hours ago.”
“Sorry, sir.” Andrea said, heading toward him and pressing a few documents and files on the desk.
He nearly yanked them from her hand before they even touched the wood and he was flipping through the sheets swiftly. He let out a grunt of annoyance but Andrea wasn’t sure whether or not it was directed at her.
Domitian Rhys—Dom…? Mr. Rhys?—she still wasn’t sure what to call him, stood up and headed towards the large screen that took up the majority of the wall.
“Did you speak to