Suburban Cyborg

by Gloria Martin

  “Hi, I have an interview with Mr. Bryson.” I told the receptionist in the lobby.

  “I see. We will escort you to his office.” One of the other women behind the counter took me to the elevator where she pressed the button to take us right to the forty-fifth floor… that’s a lot of floors. The elevator was completely glass, I thought I would fall through but we finally reached our destination.

  “Just wait here one moment. Would you like some water?”

  “No, thank you.” She smiled nicely and knocked on a large, double mahogany door.

  “You can go in now.” She smiled and went back to the elevator. I took a deep breath and calmed myself before I grabbed my briefcase and went inside.

  “Ah, Ms. Martell, please come in.” His chair was facing the panoramic glass. I took a seat across from his desk.

  “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Bryson.” I said. My voice was regaining its normalcy now that I wasn’t so nervous. He is just a sweet old man, right?

  “Please, call me Cade. Can I call you Salena?” He turned in his chair to face me and I couldn’t hide my gasp of surprise.

  “Are you alright?” He asked again. I recognized his voice now, it was deep and warm and… distracting.

  “Um, yes. I mean, yes you can call me Salena.” He smiled warmly and I could feel my face heat up. There was a pull between us…some kind of tether that wouldn’t break, no matter how hard I tried to ignore it.

  “Is it hot in here? You look flushed. I can turn the air up.” He moved to get up but I stopped him.

  “No, it’s okay.” I smiled back shyly. I lost myself in his deep green eyes, I don’t think I had ever met a more beautiful man. I should have looked in the photos section when I googled the company. He stared right back at me, like he was looking into my soul.

  “Your resume is the most impressive one I’ve seen since I started this company,” he said, as he looked through the copy he had. I thought he was just saying that but, then again, I do have a doctorate.

  “Thank you,” I said quietly. I couldn’t stop studying his face. The way his brow creased as he concentrated, his thick, masculine hands, his smooth skin and sharp jaw line.

  “Salena?”

  “Yes?” I shook my head as I returned to paying attention.

  “I asked you when you could start.” He chuckled.

  “Oh, as soon as possible,” I replied. He smiled at me again.

  “I hope you don’t do that in board meetings, you seem distracted.” Well you are very distracting.

  “Board meetings?” I asked aloud.

  “Yes, the position for chief marketing officer has been open for quite a while now. I would like you to fill it.” My breath caught in my threat. I knew a doctorate would come in handy.

  “You…really?” I asked, breathlessly. I struggled to compose myself, but this was not what I expected. I expected a ton of questions, but all my work experience is listed in the resume and cover letter, there would be no need, but this was far from expected.

  “Yes, you are a very bright young woman.” He looked into my eyes and I stared back. No man had ever affected me like this. It was unnerving.

  “I’m flattered.”

  “Is that a yes?” He asked me.

  “Oh! Yes, of course. Thank you, Mr. Bryson.” I stood up and shook his hand. He stood up and came around his large desk.

  “Thank you, and please, call me Cade.” He smiled again. Our hands were still touching and I pulled away quickly.

  “Thank you, Cade.” I shivered, as his name rolled off my tongue.

  “I have a contract here. If you could look over it and sign it. It breaks down your benefits, holidays, salary. Everything you need to know.” He picked up a file off his desk and handed it to me. I slid the file into my briefcase and couldn’t help but notice his eyes on me.

  “I suppose I will be seeing you soon then?” He said to me.

  “Yes,” I whispered.

  “If you have no objections, you can start Monday. I will be sending you an email and add you to the board’s mailing list so you can get all of the emails.”

  “Okay, thank you for everything.”

  “You’re welcome.” He smiled warmly at me. I turned to leave. I couldn’t be around him one more minute without taking his face in my hands and kissing him like he’s never been kissed before.

  I couldn’t even concentrate as I drove home. I received plenty of horns tooted at my distraction. Finally, I reached the apartment and couldn’t wait to dish to Laney. Not only about my job, but my new found crush? Whatever adults are supposed to call it.

  *****

  I hid in my room as soon as I got out of my tight clothes. I brewed a cup of tea and looked over the files. First, were the company rules and regulations which said nothing about relationships between employees, by the way. Then I went over my holidays and benefits; they were as expected dental, health care, and all the normal holidays. Once I got to the section about my salary, I thought for sure I should forget about a town home and buy a plot of land next year.

  I paused once reaching the contact info. It listed the members of the board and the activation email, which I did immediately. I received one back, saying I was added to the mailing list, then there was one from Mr. Bryson himself. It wasn’t personal, it was headed ‘dear newest employee,’ so it was nothing special…I lingered over the reply button, should I say thank you? I wanted to say something, it was tempting but I had to stay professional, for my own sanity.

  “You have been quiet since you got back. How did it go?” Laney pressed, as soon as I left my room.

  “A lot happened.” I paused and smiled at her. I wasn’t even sure if I should say it. It would make it all so real.

  “Like?” She shook me.

  “I got the job. Well, I actually got a different job.”

  “What different job?”

  “He made me CMO.” I said quietly.

  “That’s amazing! Why are you acting so weird?”

  “I just… if you had met him you would understand. He’s young. Like our age young, and good looking. He’s distracting.”

  “Ooh, how distracting?”

  “Emerald green eyes, and dirty blonde hair distracting.” I laughed.

  “I am jealous. You’re lucky he’s your boss.”

  “I don’t think so.” I stood up and went to the kitchen to get water. “I think it makes it worse that he is my boss. I can’t approach him it would make me look like I am sleeping my way to the top.”

  “True.”

  “Well, we have to go celebrate. Pick your poison.” I rolled my eyes but I knew she wouldn’t give up.

  “Fine.” I agreed. “I’ll go get ready.”

  “I already picked clothes out for you, it’s on the bed!” She exclaimed. Of course she did.

  I washed my face and did my make up before I even went to look at what she had picked out for me. It was as expected; a crimson red bandage dress and tall, black strappy heels. I dressed without complaint and met her in the living room.

  “You look hot!” She exclaimed.

  “Me? Look at you!” She looked stunning in her deep purple, extremely short dress and matching heels. Her jet black hair was pulled up in a pony-tail with a black leather band.

  “We both look amazing, now let’s go.”

  She blasted the music in her little Fiat all the way downtown. We decided on the new club, but I didn’t think we could get in.

  “I thought only A-list celebrities could get in here.”

  “Well, you are in luck because I am one.” She smirked at me by the entrance.

  “What do you mean?” I asked her.

  “We aren’t just celebrating you today. I got a deal with the record label that makes short films, I’m doing film scores.” She gushed, with a big smile.

  “That’s amazing! Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

  “I don’t know. I didn’t want to step on your news.” She shrugged. I hugged her tightl
y.

  “I’m so happy for you.”

  “Me too.”

  “So, what does that have to do with getting in?” I was still unsure.

  “The owner is one of the actors.” I nodded.

  We got in easily, like she said. It was loud, it was red and black. It was as expected for a night club. She bought our first round of drinks and we hit the dance floor for a while before we got some appetizers to eat.

  “So, about your boss.” She said, with a mouth full of calamari.

  “I don’t want to talk about him.”

  “Oh come on, we have to.” She pouted.

  “There is nothing to say. He is my boss. I work for him. I am very attracted to him and I am afraid of what it will to do to me.

  “Come on, you are one hot African princess, who wouldn’t be attracted to you?”

  “Thanks, but I don’t think so. Not every guy can handle their opposites.” I had enough encounters with them in college. For some reason I attracted more people like them than my own race. My first boyfriend had been white. I dated him for three years before he left me for his ex-girlfriend. Sometimes I wonder if they are still together.

  “True. So how much are they paying you for this position on the board? That town home is sounding a lot more possible.” She winked.

  “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” I giggled. She held her hands out, testing me.

  “Starting salary is six figures, before bonuses.” I sighed. Her eyes widened in surprise, just like mine did when I first saw it.

  “Wow! So we can start looking then?” She asked. We both laughed.

  “I’m actually not opposed to it.” I smiled. Our little apartment was part of our past. We have both moved on to new things, bright futures. It’s time our home reflected that.

  “Did you tell your parents about the job?” She asked me.

  “Yeah, I told them. They were pretty excited.”

  “Are they going to come down?”

  “No, I won’t see them until Christmas.” My parents were quiet people. My dad owned his own real estate business and my mother ran her own event planning company. We began living better and better as the years went by and they became more successful. They lived in a country home up north, with three acres of land. Too bad I never got to live there permanently. I guess that’s just how it goes.

  “That’s too bad.”

  “Are you coming with me this year?” I asked her. She usually spent Christmas with us, since we met in college. She had grown up in foster homes. Getting a scholarship was the only reason she could go to school. She had been in the system since she was a baby. Left their by her parents. She had never been interested in finding them either.

  “Of course I am.” I was thinking too far ahead, but it was only about five weeks away. Thanksgiving just passed and I didn’t even shop on black Friday, that’s why this job is so important to me. Letting my boss’s good looks get to me was not an option.

  “Let’s burn these calories.” She pulled me up and we made our way back to the dance floor. We ignored the looks we were getting from all the men. Neither of us had time for a man in our lives.

  “Are you ready to go?” I nodded. I felt like we had been here for hours.

  “Let’s stop at that old diner, I’m starving.” I nodded in agreement. I was too.

  I got a warm cup of coco and ordered the pancake combo. This place had the best, buttery pancakes. I remember coming here with my study group in college, eating pancakes and drinking all the coffee they had.

  “What’s his name again? Your boss.” Laney asked me.

  “Cade.” She rolled her eyes into the back of her head.

  “Oh my God, that is such a sexy name. Try and get a picture the next time you see him.” I rolled my eyes at her foolery. She can be so weird sometimes.

  “Can I get you ladies anything else?” Our server asked as she brought our food.

  “Just some water with lemons please.”

  The pancakes were just as I remembered them, absolutely amazing. I was ready to pry myself out of the dress once we got home. We took turns using the shower and then passed out exhausted in our rooms. This day had been full of surprises; my new job, her big break, and the last thing I thought of was Cade. I don’t think seeing my boss’s face before I fall sleep was healthy.

  I was less than excited to go into work tomorrow. I knew I would have to see Cade again, and on top of that, I had to make myself a good reputation when I met the rest of the board. It was overwhelming.

  Laney was working all day on her music, I was trapped in my own thoughts full of worry. I tore my closet apart trying to find the perfect outfit to wear tomorrow. I gave up and decided it would come to me in the morning. I spent the rest of the evening with Netflix and a few glasses of wine. I set my alarm and hoped for the best.

  I woke up early so I could wash my hair and curl it. People always asked me if it was real because it isn’t nappy, it’s the perfect shade of brown and falls just above my waist. It took forever but I finally got it wavy like I wanted. I paid extra attention to my face while doing my makeup. I evened out my foundation and topped it off with some bronzer. I wore a simple ruby rogue shade that brought out the brown in my eyes. I almost didn’t recognize myself, my eyes were excited and scared all at the same time. Having an actual job wasn’t like college or the mock presentations I did when I was getting my doctorate, this was the real deal. The entire marketing sector would fall under me. I decide what the face of the company is now; their brand. It sounds better than I think it will be.

  I was right, I could easily decide on a fitted, dark blue dress that reached my knees. The sleeves stopped just above my shoulders and only showed a bit of cleavage. I wanted to be as professional as possible, I finished it with a pair of nude heels. Once I spritzed some Chanel perfume on, I was ready to go. All I could manage was an English muffin and coffee for breakfast. Laney was still asleep but she left me a note wishing me good lock. I smiled to myself and left, ready to take on the day.

  “Ms. Martell, please follow me. Mr. Bryson insisted I escort you to your office.” The same woman from before greeted me as soon as I reached the front desk. We climbed the elevator to the forty-fourth floor, I was glad my office wasn’t close to Cade’s.

  “Here we are.” She unlocked the door and handed me the key. I remained calm but I really wanted to flip my shit once I entered the office. It wasn’t as big as Cade’s but it would suffice. The desk was an L-shaped, deep brown fixture that covered almost half the room. On the left side was an empty shelf matching the desk and a brown leather couch.

  “The last guy in the office was kind of boring, you can make any changes you want. Is there anything else I can get you?” She asked me nicely.

  “No, thank you.” I smiled at her and she left, shutting the door behind her. I was mesmerized by the view I had, it was amazing. This is the moment all my professors told me about, when you realize you’ve made it. When all the hard work and late nights have paid off. I have made it. I didn’t have much time to admire the office, I had to get to the conference room in fifteen minutes for the first meeting.

  I took the files that I had created from the documentation I had been sent to bring me up-to-date on the clients, clutched my notebook slash calendar under my arm and set off to find the boardroom. Just in time, I found the room on the thirtieth floor. There were already two men and one woman in there.

  “Hi, you must be Ms. Martell.” The woman stood up and shook my hand.

  “Yes, you can call me Salena. I’m not that formal.” I laughed nervously. She looked like someone who would be the only other woman on the board. She wore a plain pant suit but I could tell it was expensive. Her hair was pinned back in a bun and she had a Louis Vuitton Neverfull at her seat.

  She introduced herself. “I’m Nora, COO.” I nodded and took a seat next to her. One of the men reached across the table and shook my hand.

  “Chris Roberts, CFO.” He smiled nice
ly. He was a bit older looking, his suit was obviously the best and he had a hard, business-type look on his face.

  “Pleasure to meet you.”

  “Corey Wright, CNO.” The other man told me. He looked like the average African man my father always talked about from back home, the kind he wished I was already married to.

  “Salena Martell, CMO.” I couldn’t help but notice that was the first time I said that out loud. It sounded pretty damn good. Two other people entered the room. Both were older men, I assumed one was the CCO and the other was the President. They didn’t bother greeting me like the others did, I suppose that’s how it goes.

  “Good morning everyone, I hope you all enjoyed your weekend and are doing well. Let’s get to business.” I fought to keep my cool as he entered the room, I didn’t want anyone to see I was the least bit of affected by him. I looked at Nora, who shifted uncomfortably in her seat. The look on her face was all too familiar, I saw it all through high school whenever the football captain walked by. I think she has a crush on him too.

  The formality was just as I was used to. I took an internship at a holdings company near my college, I sat in on a lot of meetings like this. Thank God for that.

  “Nora, what do you have for me?” He asked her. I couldn’t bring myself to look at him but even out of the corner of my eye I could see his broad jaw line and perfectly slicked back, dirty blonde hair. She cleared her throat before flipping a page and looking through her papers.

  “Our numbers seem to have gone down sir, we just aren’t getting any new contracts and some of our clients have dropped their accounts.” She said to him. He hid the concern from his face but it was evident in his change.

  “I see.”

  “Well, that seems like a job for the CMO, doesn’t it?” One of the men that didn’t introduce themselves looked at me directly. Shot taken, I guess.

  “As you can see she just joined us, I don’t expect every single contract has been reviewed yet.” Except it has, it was all I could do yesterday to keep my mind at bay.

  “If I may sir, I think I know what the problem is.” I finally turned to look at Cade, his green eyes met me with surprise in them, as did everyone else.

  “The two clients that pulled their contracts in the last period were family-owned companies. It is my understanding that they aren’t interested in investing in the product.” He furrowed his brow in confusion.