Holt's Holding (Part One) - By A Dagmara Page 0,7

We can do a little hunting on our own…well; at least the tequila will be a guarantee.” She smiled at me.

“Yeah, I hear ya…oh tequila, how you always guarantee a good time and never disappoint.” I teased, but there was more truth to my statement then I wanted to accept. Contrary to what others believed of me, it had been at least six months if not longer, since I had a man between my legs. The thought alone made me shiver. Not for the lack of sex, but the last man.

The elevator finally came to a halt on the top floor. We both looked to each other and laughed.

“I’ll see you after work” Sam replied. Walking from the elevator, we went our own prospective ways.

I pursed my lips tight and smiled, knowing that this would probably be the last smile until five.

What seemed like hours later of, “I need this, and get me this”, five wasn’t coming quick enough. Settling for a very late lunch at my desk, I finally had a moment to breath. The day was indeed more demanding than I had anticipated, and my hangover was now rearing its head.

Sam was right, some London outfit bought us out; Vaihn Enterprises.

It was rumored that the new owner and his partner were only in the thirties, and extremely attractive. However, they were also rumored to be terribly shrewd businessmen.

I hadn’t had the privilege of running into them, let alone, an introduction. I supposed that wasn’t necessary, since I was pretty much an assistant.

Ugh …junior editor my ass.

Personal Bitch, seemed like a better title.

I was hungry and my salad wasn’t going to do much for me. I sat at my desk going thru emails.

HR sent out their memo addressing the owners …quick bio and such…I had no interest in their attempt to personify themselves as these glorious new boss.

Can you say DELETE?

Next email was apparently an internal sender. Subject COMPLIANCE…

Wow…kind of brassy. I suspected changes, but didn’t think it was necessary to label a subject title in all caps.

I’m sure we all got the importance without screaming at us in our inboxes.

I skimmed thru it and moved to my “Read later” folder.

Looking at my salad, I just picked away at. My internal IM popped up on my screen…

User: HR...Conference room flr 5.

Must be from Sam, she was on the fifth floor. She and I periodically through the work day would IM each other.

HR-how do you like the new compliance measures?

-Who cares…new outfit pushing their weight around? I’m too damn busy to even care at the moment.

HR-not happy with the new ownership?

-makes no difference.

HR-how so?

-They will flaunt their new acquisition like little boys with a new toy…then leave when they’re bored.

HR-what makes you think they wouldn’t stick around?

-Please, this is a small ad agency, what would the point be?

HR-ok I’ll give you that. Have you met the new owners yet?

-Seriously? No…and have no interest to. Someone has to actually work around here.

HR-perhaps, you should reconsider. You might think differently of them.

-that’s doubtful; I know their type, all too well. Ego centric and arrogant asses…yeah, no thank you.

-shit gotta run…have to head down to storage and pull the poster adds from the last campaign I headed.

HR-don’t judge too harshly; you might be in for a surprise.

-ugh…love, you know me …I’m the best judge out there…I can spot out peoples characters perfectly. See later…

I closed down the IM window and stood walking to the back cabinet, when that cologne hit me again.

For the life of me, I had no idea where it was coming from. The first vision in my head was of Julie’s brother and the way he looked at me. Fuck! I must be desperate. My damn panties were instantly soaked. Closing my eyes, I shook off the memory.

Grabbing the keys, I walked past the sea of cubicles and made my way to the Elevators.

Fiddling with the keys, the doors opened. The cologne, still so intensely present throughout the entire floor. Stepping in, I reached over to hit basement level.

Stepping back, shit…I wasn’t alone.

“Oh, dear lord, I’m so sorry.” I offered.

“No need.” He responded with a hint of amusement…wow, another English accent. Turning to him, he looked young, and dressed well. He reminded me of a bookworm. . It was his overall appearance, the red hair, glasses, tall and straggly build, that his suit, just couldn’t hide.

“Are you new?” I asked already knowing that by the accent.

“Yes. I suppose the accent gives me away?” He smiled acknowledging my politeness as the