It didn’t take them long to find me an assistant.\u00a0 Apparently, the new guy is the grand nephew of the sister of the aunt of an old client of ours.\u00a0 Not completely sure how all that works out, but what I can tell you is that he is what amounts to a complete stranger to me.\u00a0 He came in and met, indirectly, with Shondra by way of Larry Howell.\u00a0 What is amazing to me is that the news traveled so fast.\u00a0 I know this was Mr. Howell’s doing.\u00a0 He must have called him in when I left early.\u00a0 Oh, well.\u00a0 Training comes with the territory.<\/p>\n
I arrived to work about 30 minutes earlier than usual to prepare my mind and heart for the new assistant–Roger Carrington.\u00a0 Although I arrive 30 minutes early for prep-time, Roger arrives 15 minutes earlier than his scheduled time so, I get about 15 minutes of official “me” time.\u00a0 Oh well.\u00a0 I hear the door to the office open and I stand up and head to the edge of the top stairs.\u00a0 My welcome speech is interrupted by Mr. Howell, who is yelling from behind his desk, out of his office and down the hall at the open door.<\/p>\n
“Hello.”\u00a0 <\/em>Mr. Howell’s voice echos, ricocheting off the hard-wood floors. \u00a0 “Mr. Carrington?” <\/em><\/p>\n “Hello?” <\/em>A voice echos back.\u00a0 I can’t really tell exactly what part of the United States the voice is native to, but it doesn’t sound like a Taliaferro Countybred.<\/p>\n “I’m in here.\u00a0 Come in, Mr. Carrington!\u00a0 I’m in here.”<\/em>\u00a0 Mr. Howell sounds awfully excited about the new guy.\u00a0 I wonder what he is up to.\u00a0 I REALLY am not in the mood for this EITHER.\u00a0 (Seems like a going trend right now.)\u00a0 Oh well.\u00a0 I have to make it down the stairs and save this poor guy.\u00a0 So, here goes nothing.\u00a0 Deep breath, smile painted on, cheery disposition in place and ACTION!<\/em>\u00a0 I bounce my way down the stairs and into Mr. Howell’s office–just to the door, that is.<\/p>\n “Good Morning, Mr. Howell” (I sing as I stand at Mr. Howell’s office door)\u00a0 I look down and see a well-groomed, beautifully bronzed man sitting in Mr. Howell’s green chair.\u00a0 “Well, Good Morning, Mr. Carrington, is it?\u00a0 Am I saying it right?\u00a0 I can totally mutilate a name.”<\/em>\u00a0 I manage to say all this with a smile.\u00a0 I think I can actually feel my eyes lighting up.\u00a0 I am really in character, today.\u00a0 Bravo! Bravo!<\/em><\/p>\n “You couldn’t possibly mess up my name.\u00a0 Even if you did, I probably wouldn’t tell you.”\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>Up stand this perfectly fit and trimmed, man with noticeably broad shoulders, v-cut waist and thick thighs–Clawd-A-Mercy!\u00a0 Someone has dropped a masterpiece in front of me.\u00a0 He stands about 5’11” with the most gorgeous smile and…wait-a-minute!\u00a0 Are those dimples!\u00a0 MY GOD!\u00a0 The man has dimples.\u00a0 I size him up from head to toe and realize, this being stops at about 5’11.”\u00a0 5″11″ is an alright height, but he just seems too gorgeous to just stop there!\u00a0 I wonder exactly how long I have been standing here sizing this man up.\u00a0 So, I speak “Aww.\u00a0 A gentleman.”<\/em><\/p>\n “No” <\/em>He smirks.\u00a0 “I just know that even when a woman is wrong, she is still right.” <\/em><\/p>\n Wait!\u00a0 Is he flirting with me?\u00a0 I got this covered so I respond. “Smart man.\u00a0 You must have graduated ahead of your class.\u00a0 How old are you, anyways?”\u00a0<\/em>There was absolutely no other way for me to fit age into the conversation.<\/p>\n “I beat out 90% of the class.\u00a0 I’m 22.<\/em>”\u00a0 He responds.<\/p>\n “22 you say?” <\/em> Mr. Howell questions? “I remember when I was 22.\u00a0 Now, I’m a lot WISER than I used to be.”<\/em>\u00a0 He says with a smile.\u00a0 Sometimes, I really feel sorry for Mr. Howell.\u00a0 He really is a good person.\u00a0 I mean.\u00a0 He has a good heart.\u00a0 His heart just needs more attention than the average heart.\u00a0 He needs the attention of newborn babies–newborn PUPPIES, even.<\/p>\n “Well, Mr. Carrington, you have it partly correct.<\/em>” I interject.\u00a0“Not everyone woman is always right. \u00a0However, I am. When you are ready.<\/em>” I motion towards the door and we walk out of Mr. Howell’s office and up the stairs. \u00a0I lead Mr. Carrington up the stairway and as I walk up the stairs I hear a yell coming from around the corner from Keith’s office.<\/p>\n “Ms. James! 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