know me, but I saw how hard all of you worked for Mr. Davenport. And I’m sure many of you feel overworked and under appreciated.” She watched the reaction in the room and knew her words hit home. “Mr. Davenport agreed that he didn’t want you to feel neglected, so we put together a special day for all of you.” She beamed. “In my hands, I hold a personal schedule designed for you based on how you responded to the survey we emailed you last week under the guise of marketing research. So, I hope you were honest. And if you weren’t, you’ll have another chance tomorrow when we send you the post-activity survey to rate the day and offer suggestions.” The room was abuzz. “Please come forward to collect your schedule when I call your name. After all the schedules have been passed out, we’ll answer questions and let you go home a few minutes early.” Sam looked at her with surprise. “Hope you don’t mind,” she whispered to Sam.
He shook his head. He knew in his heart he would never be able to deny Haley anything. He was defeated before the battle had begun. Together they passed out schedules. And when Haley reached the final schedule in her hand, she squealed with delight. Sam was warmed inside out. “Thank you,” she said through tear-filled eyes. She had assumed she would be running around ensuring the day ran smoothly. She never suspected that she would be participating. “How did you decide on my schedule? I didn’t fill out a survey.” She looked at him questioningly.
Sam gazed at her affectionately. “I took a guess. How’d I do?”
Haley glanced around the room, worried they were attracting attention, but everyone was studying their schedules, just like she was. She perused it a moment. Tomorrow she would be taking a cooking lesson, receiving a manicure and pedicure, having a hot stone massage, catered lunch, time with a personal stylist, and a self-defense seminar. She sighed. “It’s perfect. Thank you,” she said emphatically.
Employee Appreciation Day was amazing. Everywhere Haley turned people proudly wore their t-shirts and bubbled with enthusiasm. And more than that, they were now talking to her, being friendly. They all wanted to know how she had tamed Mr. Davenport. How had she tricked him into agreeing to fund this event? And he didn’t go cheap, either, numerous women commented. Why he must have spent a small fortune on the spa treatments alone. It surprised Haley how she filled with pride as they spoke about Sam. That’s my Sam, she thought happily. He’s generous, loving, attentive, and he cares for me like no one I’ve ever known.
She sighed. “Feel good, Miss Iverson?” The warm stones had just been placed on her forehead and in between her toes. Her legs were getting massaged with larger heated stones.
“I’m not sure I’ll be able to move afterwards,” Haley said wistfully.
“Well, lay back and relax ma’am. You are the only one getting a ninety minute massage today,” she said offhandedly.
And Haley was sure that was another question disguised as a statement. She knew instinctively the question was how did you merit a ninety-minute massage? Are you sleeping with the boss? “I’m Mr. Davenport’s personal assistant,” she said quietly. “He about works me to death. He probably thought he’d better treat me right or lose me.” It wasn’t entirely true. She did work hard, but she was after all, simply a temp. And once Ellen returned from maternity leave, she would have to reinvent herself again. She would merely have to enjoy these
He shook his head. He knew in his heart he would never be able to deny Haley anything. He was defeated before the battle had begun. Together they passed out schedules. And when Haley reached the final schedule in her hand, she squealed with delight. Sam was warmed inside out. “Thank you,” she said through tear-filled eyes. She had assumed she would be running around ensuring the day ran smoothly. She never suspected that she would be participating. “How did you decide on my schedule? I didn’t fill out a survey.” She looked at him questioningly.
Sam gazed at her affectionately. “I took a guess. How’d I do?”
Haley glanced around the room, worried they were attracting attention, but everyone was studying their schedules, just like she was. She perused it a moment. Tomorrow she would be taking a cooking lesson, receiving a manicure and pedicure, having a hot stone massage, catered lunch, time with a personal stylist, and a self-defense seminar. She sighed. “It’s perfect. Thank you,” she said emphatically.
Employee Appreciation Day was amazing. Everywhere Haley turned people proudly wore their t-shirts and bubbled with enthusiasm. And more than that, they were now talking to her, being friendly. They all wanted to know how she had tamed Mr. Davenport. How had she tricked him into agreeing to fund this event? And he didn’t go cheap, either, numerous women commented. Why he must have spent a small fortune on the spa treatments alone. It surprised Haley how she filled with pride as they spoke about Sam. That’s my Sam, she thought happily. He’s generous, loving, attentive, and he cares for me like no one I’ve ever known.
She sighed. “Feel good, Miss Iverson?” The warm stones had just been placed on her forehead and in between her toes. Her legs were getting massaged with larger heated stones.
“I’m not sure I’ll be able to move afterwards,” Haley said wistfully.
“Well, lay back and relax ma’am. You are the only one getting a ninety minute massage today,” she said offhandedly.
And Haley was sure that was another question disguised as a statement. She knew instinctively the question was how did you merit a ninety-minute massage? Are you sleeping with the boss? “I’m Mr. Davenport’s personal assistant,” she said quietly. “He about works me to death. He probably thought he’d better treat me right or lose me.” It wasn’t entirely true. She did work hard, but she was after all, simply a temp. And once Ellen returned from maternity leave, she would have to reinvent herself again. She would merely have to enjoy these
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