I got you a job.

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"Good morning, Mr Riecke!"

"Good morning, sir!"

Greetings flew from different angles the moment Anderson stepped into the headquarter. As usual, he held up a responsive smile until he got into his exclusive elevator, his secretary bearing his belonging.

Shania input the floor number and the elevator ride began. Professionally, she began filling Anderson up on his schedules for the day and he listened to her until his cellphone vibrated in his hand.

The elevator stopped at the same time so they walked out of it, "set up a meeting with the representatives of the Broadway fashion line and The bookshops."

"All the bookshops, sir?"

"Just the ones in the city."

"What time?"

"Immediately the general one is over. Except it strictly involves business, I don't want no absentee."

"Right away, sir." Shania walked ahead of him to cross-check his office arrangements before dropping his loads.

Anderson answered the call before it stopped ringing and placed it on his ear, tucking his free