“Wynne Devreaux.” “Wynne as in Wine?” “That’s right.” “Please follow me. Mr. Gallow is out of his office at this moment. But he left instructions to show you in as soon as you arrived.” Wynne followed the receptionist into the office. It was huge, that was her first impression, huge and very classy. It was a classically designed office, the oak paneling, the heavy books in the shelves, the amazing wood floor, the warm lights from the Italian lamps and the heavy masculine desk on the Persian rugs. The room looked important and official. “Please, make yourself comfortable.” The middle aged woman pointed to a beautiful carved chair by the looming desk. “Is there anything that I can get you, Coffee, Tea, Juice?” “Maybe some grapefruit juice.” I asked smiling thankfully. “Of course.” And she turned back towards the door. “Excuse me, before you leave. DO you know when Mr. Gallow will be expected back?” “He won’t be long Ms. Devreaux. He had to go upstairs to sort out a few things.” Like what? Wynne thought as Ms. Winters left the room, fire someone. Wynne was absolutely nervous. She had received the summoning yesterday at the end of the working day. It had been the talk of the whole department all morning. Being summoned by the boss was never a good thing. Wynne had never met him personally she had seen him on business functions, and sometimes he dropped by her department to “check on things”. He was a very intimidating man. A very feared and respected business man. He had been on the cover of Forbes and other business magazines several times. He was also one of the top ranking wealthiest men, not only black men in America. He owned a network of businesses dealing in the Hotel resorts and supermarkets arena. His Company Apis Enterprise owned the most elite chains of Hotels in the world, “Hathor resorts”. Which fanned all over the world in the most exotic and most beautiful places. He also owned “Legends” a Chain of Super grocery stores, both nationally and internationally. He was a ruthless businessman and was known for his cut throat business tactics and his generosity and innovative business ventures. He was 36-years old a prodigy at a very young age, he had finished Harvard at age 17, started working as a top executive for “Monroe Incorporated”, his now rival at age 19, started his own business at 25 and was the third leading company in his market at age 34. He was a house hold name and somewhat of a celebrity, he had married the daughter of an oiling Company at ten years ago, they had two kids together. Wynne had seen Henrietta Cole Gallows on several occasions as she was an executive at Apis Enterprise and was her direct boss. Wynne worked in the Landscaping and design department, which was headed by Henrietta Cole Gallows. Both women had never seen eye to eye on anything. Wynne had worked there two years and both had bumped heads on more then several occasions. Mrs. Gallows was a cold straight to the rules kind of woman. While Wynne was more hot headed and independent, she did things her way and they worked better that way. Mrs. Gallows was ten years older than Mr. Gallows and almost twenty years Wynne’s Senior. So it had been almost natural for both women to have differences in their opinion. Mrs. Gallows had threatened Wynne a thousand times to fire her, but never followed up with the plan because Wynne brought a lot to the table. Her designing skills, her innovative ideas, and her fashion sense was hailed throughout the company. Her flamboyant personality her flare for revealing clothes and her unique business tactics were almost always the talk of the office. This was her first month in the Isis building. This was the headquarters for Apis enterprise, she had been moved after a long feud over Hotel room curtains with Henrietta. Mrs. Gallows had finally followed through with her threats, though not exactly firing Wynne, she had demoted her instead to the Accounting section of the Landscapes and design department. Wynne was already known through out this building in less then a week, everyone knew her. She had been involved in an argument with the Landscapes and Design Accounting chief on the first day. Mr. Fysh had tried to embarrass her when she turned up for work in a cream angled cut satin skirt and a back less and shoulder less matching top. It was a beautiful outfit designed by her sister. Deva was the designer of most of Wynne’ outfit. He had threatened to send her home and all but called her a **** and she had called him a frigid anal washer and told him to kiss ***, cause she would wear whatever she pleased. He had confronted her in front of the whole office, so everyone heard when she embarrassed him and sent him back to his office with his tail between his legs, calling for his secretary to put Mrs. Gallows on line. Wynne sat in the office thinking that maybe she had pushed too hard this time. She hard the voice of a man outside talking to Ms. Winters. “Is she in my office?” It was Mr. Gallows. “Yes sir.” “How long has she been waiting?” “About Five minutes sir. Sir you have six messages, one of them from the South African project manager and one from your wife, she said you should call her when you got in.” “Hold all my calls, I don’t want to be disturbed.” “Yes sir.” Wynne heard the door open. She stood up, turned around with her hands out ready to greet him. He was even more striking closer up. He was a black man, black like coal, beautiful skin, and bold bone structure. He was a tall man around 6’3 hard and arresting stature. His posture was regal exuding confidence and authority. He was in a three-piece suit, which made him look even more dangerous and authoritative. His eyes were a funny shade of coffee green, which against his dark skin added to his mysterious raw aura. His gripe was firm and encompassing, swallowing the whole of Wynne’s hands. “Please sit, I hope you haven’t been waiting that long for me. I had to terminate an employees services.” Wynne sat back down she knew it. Crossing her ankles and pulling the hem of her skirt a little lower she took a sip from the drink Ms. winters had provided her with. She had decided to go a little more conservative this morning with a light blue spaghetti strapped sundress. He sat down like a King in his thrown, crossing his hands and leaning forward. “I guess you are wondering why I called you to my offices.” “I gave it some thought.” That was a huge understatement. It had been all she could think about since she received the news. “Excuse me for a second.” He removed his jacket, revealing a very muscular set of arms in his shirt. Wynne gulped down some more grapefruit juice and forced her eyes away. He pulled out a file from under a pile of papers. The cream folder had her name printed on it. Wynne clutched her hands, this job might not be so much fun right now, but it was an excellent source of income for her right now. And she had plans on getting position back, which she loved, she didn’t want to be “let go.” He opened the file, taking a pair of glass on the table and putting than back on. The transformation made him look more human and less supreme. “I see you have been working for my company for little over two years.” “That’s right.” “You came straight to us from design school.” “Also correct.” “So you didn’t have a previous employer prior to boarding on at Landscape and Designs.” “True.” She couldn’t tell what he was thinking, his expression was hard to read. She wanted to tell him to get to the point already, because she was already starting to feel nauseated. “You became head designing consultant within the first year you started working for us.” “Yes.” “I see here you closed some of out major supplier accounts.” “The Rose bush and Celtic accounts.” “I also see that you have been moved to accounting little under s month ago. Who authorized this transition.” He lowered his glass to the bridge of his nose digging her with his eyes. “Mrs. Gallows.” Wynne stated. She almost thought she saw a flash in his eyes when she said that, but dismissed it when he put his glasses back on and looked over her file again. “Do you like it here.” It was a trick question she thought if she said no, he would probably fire her and if she said yes, he would probably keep her there for the rest of her career. “It’s a challenge.” “Be straight with me Ms. Devreaux, and don’t beat around the bush. Do you like your position? It is a simple enough question.” “Like I said it is a challenge. I have just been moved to another office and I am still adjusting.” Wynne said stoically. If he thought he could bully her or intimidate her had another thing coming. He looked taken aback as she said that. Like no one had ever stood up against him before. “So you are happy with challenges and this new position, even though demeaning and insulting to your talents and creativity suits you?” “Uh-“ Wynne was thrown back by the question. Maybe he was trying to terminate her after all. “Well if that’s the case that will be all.” He replied closing my file. “The position is depressing. I hate it and I want me old job back.” Wynne spat out leaning on the desk. “That is what I taught.” He smiled. “You are a very valued member of my task force. Your work is highly regarded not only by our customers but also our competitors.” “Thank you.” Wynne replied. Siting back in the chair crossing her legs and feeling more comfortable. “I try to do my best.” “You are the best and Henrietta is a fool for not realizing that.” Wynne’s eyes widened. “But if she doesn’t want you in her department you will begin working for me directly.” Wynne’s eyes widened again. “As what?” “As my executive design consultant.” Again, Wynne’s eyes widened. “But that means I will be in the position to supercede exceed Mrs. Gallows authority.” “That’s right.” This time her mouth fell open. “But does she agree, will she let me?” “This is my company Ms Devreaux, Mrs. Gallows doesn’t run it.” “But-“ “-But nothing will you accept the job or not?” “Of course I will, I’m not mad.” “Well I didn’t think you were either.” He replied with a hint of a smile at the corner of his lips. He had full suckable lips Wynne thought having difficulty removing her eyes. “As you know there will be a new branch opened in South Africa.” “Yes I worked on the landscaping and the layout.” “In two weeks I will be flying over there for the phase three inspection. Making sore everything is going according to plan and changing the anything that needs changing or improving. You will be going with me along with a pre-selected group of department leaders.” “But I am not a department leader.” “Yes you are right, you are not. You are my personal Design and landscape advisor.” The word personal rang like a loud bell. “What about Mrs. Gallow?” I asked skeptically. “She will be among the members going of course.” “Of course.” I repeated with some doubt that she would give into to her husband giving me such a position so easily. “You will be provided with a new office on this level floor, across the hallway from me.” Was he serious she thought. “You will be provided with the needed information and instructions so you are able to do your job. Your knew job description will be on your desk by tomorrow for you to sign and all other details will be taken care of by you own personal assistant which you will be provided with.” “This is too much.” Wynne gasped, she had prepared to be fired and her she was been given an executive position” “What, you cannot handle it?” He asked with a scowl on his face. “No, no I mean yes I can handle it. It’s just that this whole thing is a surprise.” Wynne said gesturing extravagantly with her hands. “I came her expecting to get demoted again if not fired and instead I am being handed by dream job again, only better.” “Well I wasn’t getting along with Fysh either.” Wynne replied smiling. “Oh I see.” He said smiling. His smile was nothing short of breath taking. The creases around his eyes and lips softened his face. “Well that will be all, Ms. Winters has everything set up for you, she will show you the ropes.” “Thank you very much Mr. Gallow. I appreciate this opportunity and I swear I won’t disappoint you or let you down.” Wynne said standing as he stood shaking those big hands vigorously. “You better not” He replied still smiling. Wynne turned around and began exiting the room. She felt his eyes on her *** as she was leaving, so she gave him something more to appreciate as she walked a little slower and more sensual. Closing the door she had a huge smile on her face, things were starting to look up.