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Sheryl Banks started this diary of …(well, she doesn’t know yet, LOL). She just knows she has this fascination about being wickedly sensual all the time.

Join her to find what every woman wants: a man. A good man! 

Her life isn’t that exciting, but she thinks it’s sure to keep you on your toes.

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Entry Four

Of course I didn’t expect Theo to call. And I definitely didn’t lose any sleep over it.

I was too damn busy getting my final report together for Erin (of course I don’t call her that to her face. LOL). She wanted the stats of our success on her desk this morning and that’s where it was when she walked in two hours late.

Erin called me into her office shortly thereafter. But I knew I wasn’t in any trouble. I had excellent reporting skills, which meant that all of my documents were over thorough.

Erin was almost six feet tall and skinny as a toothpick. She was also black. A very successful black woman about three years older than me. She had this angelic face, slanted black eyes and even a pinched nose. Just like any executive, she dressed in dark colors, which made her look even skinnier. She was always looking at everyone suspiciously. I had a feeling she didn’t trust a lot of people.

In the back of my mind, I also felt that Erin was a little jealous of me. The position that I’m in now, she was in for almost a year and it had taken her a lot longer to get there than it did me.

“These results seem a little bit too positive,” Erin said suspiciously. “Are you sure you did the calculations correctly?”

The fact that she was questioning my work pissed me the fuck off, but I answered coolly, “I went over them twice and even called Florida this morning to verify that my calculations were correct. I wouldn’t want to turn in something that required more work. What would be the point of my job?” I tried to sound lighthearted, but inside I was saying, “Bitch, go check yourself.”

Erin flipped through the reports and sighed, as if she were very upset that she couldn’t find something to nitpick me about. I think I was the only one in the office that hadn’t gotten on her nerves in the past month since I’d been there.

I suddenly noticed the dark circles around her eyes.

“Are you okay, Mrs. Nabors?” I asked, not really concerned, but just trying to get out of her office. If I got personal, maybe she’d get upset and kick me out.

“I’m fine, Sheryl, why?”

“I just noticed that it doesn’t look like you got any sleep lately.”

“The changes in the company have…well, they’ve been daunting, but I can handle this.”

“It doesn’t look like that’s what’s bothering you. I know you could run this office with your eyes closed.”

She liked that compliment and sat back in her high and mighty leather chair. “Yeah, and you’re right. Trouble on the home front is always hard to hide from. My husband just asked for a divorce and I don’t want to give it to him.”

“He wants alimony?”

“Oh no. He signed a pre-nup.”

I was waiting for her to say something like, “It’s none of your business,” but she kept talking, so I kept asking. “So why does he want to leave you?” I made sure I said this like she was the best thing since ice cream, when I actually could give a flying fig.

She shrugged. “I cheated.”

I didn’t say anything. The fact that a person in higher authority revealed this information to me was a little uncomfortable.

“I was weak and feeling under appreciated, so I cheated.” She said this as if everyone did it.

I mean, I couldn’t say that it was wrong or right. I’ve never been married because that’s just ultimate commitment city. Plus I don’t know if I want to be with one man for the rest of my life. I don’t care if my time clock is ticking away like crazy.

“And he’s leaving? Did he want money?”

“He doesn’t want to see my face, let alone my money. I offered, but he said no. Does that sound strange to you?”

“For a man? Sounds like you pissed him off, Mrs. Nabors.”

She squinted her eyes at me suspiciously. “Thanks for the report, Sheryl.”

That was my queue to leave and I did so shaking my head. Erin’s assistant, Lisa, handed me a list as I was leaving the office. It was a list of clerical assistants from the hiring pool.

Damn! More work.

“I have to pick her myself? Couldn’t you just pick one?”

“They said they want it permanent,” Lisa said. “You’ll have to make the final decision, but I highlighted good prospects.”

“Thanks Lisa,” I replied and tucked the list under my arm. “I’ll be in my office for the rest of the day.”

Lisa was a mousey looking white woman. She had no sense of style and I’m sure a good washing with Pantene would liven up her dull brown hair. She couldn’t be more than forty, but with no makeup on, she actually looked like someone’s grandmother trying to look under thirty. (I know that’s so mean.)

“Umm… Ms. Banks, did Mrs. Nabors say anything?” Lisa asked evasively.

I frowned. What happened in that office was between my boss and I. Plus I don’t gossip. “What do you mean?”

“I’m not trying to cause you to say anything, but Mrs. Nabors has been acting very touchy lately and she’s… well, last night, I overheard her phone conversation with her husband and she was begging him not to leave.” Lisa shook her head worriedly. “I just thought maybe if she got some of it off her chest to someone…” She stopped talking and frowned at Erin’s door, looking extremely concerned.

Touched by her concern, I said, “She got a little off, if you must know. But I don’t think that her personal life is affecting her work.”

“I know, but I just know she loves him and what she did… It was in a moment of weakness.”

“You know?”

“Yes,” she said obviously. “Everyone knows that she slept with the president of the company, but it wasn’t to get the V.P. spot. She would have gotten that spot even if she hadn’t slept with Earl.”

This was a real blow to me. Erin slept her way to the top. Smart and beautiful, I didn’t think she would have to sleep her way to the top. Still, this made me feel a little good about myself since I never had to do that in order to get where I wanted.

“Well,” I said, trying to hide the fact that I wanted to smile. “I’m sure Mrs. Nabors is going to be fine, Lisa.”

“I hope so.” She snapped her finger suddenly. “Oh yeah, Peter left this morning because his wife went into labor. He asked if you could take his three o’clock. I checked your calendar and didn’t see anything in that slot.”

I didn’t have anything left. Yet I wondered why Peter, the office sales supervisor, would ask me to take his three o’clock.

“Let me check my email and I’ll call you back,” I promised, wanting to hurry away before I started to grin about Erin’s condition.

I know it was wrong to find her situation so humorous. But damn, when you find out the woman (whose job you really, really would like to have) slept with the boss, then that can be pretty fucking funny to you. Especially because you now know that you’re better than her.

And better is going to get me where I want to be.

Getting to my desk, I popped open my Outlook and checked my messages. Peter had written me an email with the subject line, “Really Big Favor!”

Opening it, he said, “Gotta get to my wife, but I would love for you to grease the wheels for me by taking Mack Jackson out to Seldom Blues. The reservation is made and everything’s all paid for. Just sign my name on the credit slip and it’ll be fine. I already had it approved by Earl, so you’re cool. Just sit and listen to him ramble off and let him know he’s in good hands. Can you do this for me? Didn’t want to go through the bitch, ‘cause she’s been acting like a cactus is up her ass.”

I knew he was talking about Erin. Peter had written this from his cell phone. I emailed back. “Got your back, but you owe me big, buddy.”

I called Lisa to confirm that I’d take Peter’s three o’clock. She promptly delivered Mackeroy Jackson’s file to me. We needed his business to push out about half a million dollars worth of orders. I’m the best, so letting Mackeroy Jackson know that our service is the best would be no problem.

I called the company car to be prepared to take me to Seldom Blues while I freshened up in my private bathroom.

Diary Of A… (c) Sylvia Hubbard. All Rights Reserved 2010 | Published by HubBooks

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