“Yes, I was. Sorry, what can I do for you?”
“I know you have calls to make but we screwed up big time on a shipment to one of our biggest clients and I need you to get over there and smooth things over. I told their CEO you would be there within an hour.”
George filled me in on what happened. We had forgotten items, shipped incorrect items and even our counts were wrong on some of the supplies. “He’s really pissed.”
“I’ll get over there pronto.” I stood to gather my stuff, but George didn’t budge. “Is there something else?”
George nodded. “I…I need to warn you their CEO is a young guy who is a bit of letch.”
“I see,” I said, thanks for the warning.”
George still stood there, blocking my way through the doorway.
“What is it, George?”
“Please don’t think poorly of me but if you are so inclined, you could leverage his love of women when you talk to him.”
“How do you suggest I do that?”
George blushed. “Well, he would likely be mollified if your blouse was a bit over unbuttoned.”
I chuckled and undid two buttons. “Like this.”
“Three would be better.”
I unbuttoned the third button, which unveiled a good amount of cleavage and the front clasp of my bra. “Better?”
“Y…yes,” George stammered. “And…” He paused, cleared his throat and added, “He is a leg man and don’t be surprised if he slaps you on the ass.”
Now I was curious. George didn’t really know I looked for ways to please men. “I understand.”
“Good,” George whispered.
“One more thing. Will he want more than a visual from me?”
“I can’t say he wouldn’t like that, but you don’t…”
“Okay thanks, George. I should get going now.”
Before I took the elevator to the parkade, I went to the bathroom. My blouse was perfect now, I figured, but I remembered George mentioning the CEO was a leg man and I wanted to be prepared for that. I adjusted myself, put on some lip stick and fussed with my hair and walked out of the bathroom with my panties in my purse.
The CEO was good looking man, slender and tall, with chiseled features. I shook his hand and smiled. “I am Sandra Mattson.”
“Pleased to meet you. I am Bob Martin.” He held my hand a bit longer that most do. He pointed to a chair by the side of his desk. “Please, sit.”
It was a fine leather, armless side chair. I sat down and crossed my legs and made no attempt to tug it down from the tops of my nylons. “I understand we really screwed up and want to say how…”
He interrupted me. “Yeh but I have cooled down. You guys are a long-time reliable supplier, but no one is perfect, and I was just shocked how badly all of this was done.”
We spent a few minutes talking about the shipment and I took notes about what we needed to do to rectify things as soon as possible. I also told him we would knock something off the invoice.
“Thank you.” He was smiling now, and I noticed his eyes were angled downward. “You’re new with the company.”
I nodded. “Yes, on staff for a week now.”
“The guy you replaced was competent enough, but I like your style.”
I crossed my legs the other way around and let my dress climb higher. “Thank you. I aim to please my customers.”