Holt's Holding (Part One) - By A Dagmara Page 0,8

answer was a given.

“I suppose it does.” I smiled and turned to the doors.

“I’m Jeffery; I’ll be taking over in Accounting.”

Turning to him, I extended my hand, “Lillian. I work for the Senior Editor Mr. Leiber.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Lillian, I’ve already heard a great deal of you. It’s my understanding that you are quite a talent here. Landing two new accounts a mist a takeover today. Impressive.”

Interesting…perhaps Mr. Leiber was actually giving me credit. Considering that past six marketing strategies were all me.

“Thank you for the compliment.” I offered, still surprised about his last comment. Take over’s shouldn’t hold up everyday business.” I grinned smugly.

The elevator stopped on the fifth floor. Stepping from the elevator, he turned. “It truly has been a pleasure meeting you.” He added.

I smiled and nodded as the doors closed, continuing my ride down.

Ugh, I hated the basement of this building. It was reminiscent of an old, creepy prison down here.

Beyond just having all the old prints stored, it also held all the serves, older computers and outdated equipment. It reminded me of a creepy cemetery.

The doors wouldn’t open to the basement without a key. I inserted my key waiting for the door to open. Walking down the grey corridors, my eyes searching above the doors each numbered.

Weaving around and finally making it to where I needed I entered the grey room housing rows of floor to ceiling shelving. I always hated coming down here.

Finally, F-6; 2010…making my way the soft sounds of voices echoed. Not unheard of for others to be down here, so I paid it no mind.

Trying to locate these prints was going to be a challenge, as I’m sure that the stock boy didn’t put them away properly…no, he was typically more concerned with hiding down here and getting high.

Shit, looking up there was a lot of posters to go thru. Knowing that I would need a ladder to reach the top, I looked around. Ah, spotting one, I reached for it opening it and positioning the ladder by the side of the shelves.

Shit, I realized I would need to lift my dress as it was excessively tight, falling below my knees. Thank god, no one was around to witness this.

I lifted it up high on my thighs, exposing the lace of my stockings. Placing my phone into my bra, I made my climb to the top of the ladder.

There must have been hundreds of tubes. After fifteen minutes of adjusting the ladder and double-checking, I finally found what I came for. Pulling it slowly out, not to disturb the tubes on top, I had to double my effort in steading myself.

I forgot how long they were, as I pulled it out.

Fuck…the lights went out.

“Really?” I yelled out, steadying myself atop the ladder. Truly, this wasn’t my day.

Dropping the tube down, I pulled my phone out for some light. Stepping slowly down, one-step to the other, I didn’t want to fall. Moving my foot, Shit! My heel jammed in the side of the ladder.

“Ugh…son of a bitch!” I yelled in frustration, not giving two shits, whom heard me.

I loved these shoes! “Fuck me; I swear he’s going to pay for a new pair if they’re ruined. Sending me down into this hell hole as if I’m nothing but he’s errand girl...” I yelled out knowing there was no one to hear me. Venting seemed like a good idea.

Wiggling my foot and trying to pull it free, nothing. The heel was jammed good. I took a deep breath and one last try…

“Oh, shit!” Wobbling hard, I knew my body was about to meet the hard floor below.

I fell straight into someone and hard, knocking both of us to the ground, me on top. Clearly whoever was behind me, wasn’t expecting me to crash into them.

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry” I was perfectly on top of him. I could tell it was a man by how firm the body was under me. His very large hands were wrapped around me holding me tight to his body. Breathing hard, I wiggled in his hold adjusting my body. Hell, I even elbowed him by accident. His hands released me just enough to turn myself over, still in his hold and now chest to chest. I felt guilty but grateful there was someone to break my fall. The concrete floor would have certainly hurt.

“I’m so sorry; please tell me, you’re ok?” I asked franticly. I was both shocked and embarrassed, that I had