Indecisive
November 12, 2001. It’s bright and sunny. The wind blowing the leaves in a hurricane-like a 32-year-old tall, thin man. His life has been so hectic recently with getting married and getting promoted from secretary to Vice President of Webster Corporation. He has wanted this job ever since he saw his dad sitting in that brown buttony leather chair, with the brass name plate on the desk and door. He knew one day that would be him. After graduating from Columbia with a Master’s in Business and a Minor in Accounting he knew his life had somehow changed. He got married to the love of his life Brenda two weeks ago. Today, November 12, 2001 is Joel’s first data of being the Webster VP.
“Good luck at work honey! You’ll be the best VP in town!” Brenda hollered from the doorstep. Joel got into his new Acura and sped away.
“Wow!.....I actually made it!” Joel thought to himself.
“Are you seeing this Dad?” he looked at the sky. “Are you seeing your son driving in this sweet car to his new job of VP? I wish you were here for this. You would be so proud.” Joel started getting teary-eyed.
Joel pulled up to his reserved parking spot. “OMG! I even get my own parking spot!”
As he got out of his car, he took a deep breath “(Breathing) Haaa….smells like the big leagues.”
As Joel struts into the building he sees everyone looking and smiling at him. “Good morning Mr. Fletcher!” said the anxious receptionist. Joel just flashed a smile back.
DING! DING! It was the elevator. “Going to 30 Mr. Fletcher?” the operator asked. “No Davey. 68 please!” Davey just stared at him in amazement. All Joel could do was smile. “I’ll see you tonight Davey.” Joel said arrogantly.
Joel swung open the thick glass door that read ‘Vice President Joel Fletcher’.
Amanda the Assistant ran over to him with 3 different types of coffee. “Black? Whole milk? Nonfat?”
“Who are you?” Joel looked confused.
W-well yes Sir, I’m Amanda y-y-your assistant!” She tried not to spill the coffees. “Oh, I have an assistant?”
“W-well yes Sir! I’ll do my best to assist in everything. I want to be in your shoes eventually you know?!”
“Oh really? Well Amanda I’ll help you get there. I-I-I mean here. Well surely you can have it when I’m not here anymore!”
“Really?! You could do that?” she looked excited.
“Umm….I think so.”
“Gosh Mr. Fletcher, that would be fantastic. I’ll be right back.”
Amanda left. She then returned with this huge notepad.
“So sir, what shall we do first?” she said with excitement.
“Well! We umm, well I don’t really know what to do first!”
“We could go over the schedule, or we could write your speech for the press conference! Sir?” Amanda asked.
“Sir? Are you alright?” she said with concern. “I think I’m just going to soak it in.” He sighed with relief while falling into his brown buttony chair.
I really liked this story, it kept me short the entire time. My favorite part was when you talked about the brown buttony chair. And how you repeated it. When the dad had it in his office and then the son took his place, it made me picture them twirling it their chairs. Great show not tell! I liked the story alot maybe just more gestures after a character talks! GREAT JOB :)
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