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font-size: 13px;">It had been a week.<br/>
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A <i>whole </i>week since she’d started working as an executive assistant for the CEO, Kirk Greyson. The time had flown by as she immersed herself in the world of trying to meet the expectations of her new boss, as well as compete with the standard she’d set for herself. The challenge was refreshing — liberating. Her previous work experience had not been in the administration or personal assistant space. She’d taken a leap of faith by applying, leaving behind the life of factory work she’d been involved in for the year prior.<br/>
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They’d moved to Concordia a year ago, chasing career progression for her high school sweetheart, Simon Benson. The suburban life they’d grown up in was quiet, relaxing and the perfect family environment, but the opportunities to forge a strong career were limited. Most who continued to live in suburbia were content with their jobs, owned their own business or made the long commute into the city. Young, full of hopes and dreams with the word in the palm of their hands, Keira and Simon had made the joint decision to relocate into the city in hopes of pursuing Simon’s career as a chef.<br/>
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She was content to follow, allowing him to chase his lifelong goal of working in a Michelin Star restaurant. Yet, ever since they’d moved to Concordia, it seemed as if his career seemed to go backwards. The passion for cooking dwindled, he’d settled for working in a diner that offered low pay, split shifts and copious amounts of weekend work. Eventually, the effects of the decision they’d made crept into their relationship — date nights becoming more infrequent, the long hours at work birthing more arguments between the pair, the thoughtful gifts they’d give one another stopped coming. Moving to Concordia had a negative effect on their relationship and didn’t have positive influence on Simon’s career thus far, despite neither of them mentioning the topic. Though, it was evident they both felt it.<br/>
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And since it felt like nothing was going down the right path in her life and she lacked control in many avenues, Keira decided to do something for herself. Move from the factory work, the repetition and mindless filling of toothpaste tubes and baby shampoo. Take a chance and apply for a job that offered security, variety and some excitement to her typically mundane routine. Simon didn’t protest, nor did he encourage her. A few simple words of acknowledgement was all he offered, even after she’d officially signed the letter of offer contract. It was in that moment did she realise their relationship truly was on dire straights. No celebratory dinner, no flowers, no enthusiasm in his tone as he congratulated her. Just a quick kiss on the cheek before his attention turned back to the autobiography he was currently entertained by.<br/>
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Simon’s disinterest wasn’t enough to squash her excitement. The first day on the job, she’d showed up early, wearing perfectly ironed office attire — a crisp white blouse, a grey pencil skirt, black heels and soft accents of gold jewellery. Though slightly overwhelming with finding her place in the company, understanding her role, meeting her new colleagues <i>and </i>her boss — Keira found the week to move by rather quickly as she busied herself. She began with tidying up some of the tedious tasks her new boss hadn’t been able to devote the time to, enjoying the fast paced nature of her new role.<br/>
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It was Friday. The final day of the working week.<br/>
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The adrenaline and excitement of working in the new role allowed her to remain motivated to show up to work early each morning. Including on a Friday, where the thought of snoozing her alarm when it blared through the room at 6:30am didn’t dare cross her mind.<br/>
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Keira dressed presentably again — an ivory satin blouse, black pencil skirt dropping to just above her knees, black stockings and patent black heels to match. A gold faced watch slapped onto her wrist, as well as a charm bracelet on her opposite arm. Small gold studs dotted her ears, as she swept her fiery mane of orange into a slick bun. Her makeup was applied flawlessly, maintaining an element of her natural beauty as the smattering of freckles across her face remained visible, yet the darkness of the mascara swept over her lashes accentuated the depth of green in her eyes.<br/>
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Again, she was early. Though, she made time to pass by a local cafe on her stroll to the office, Picking up two coffees — her usual flat white with an extra shot of coffee, and an americano — which she quickly discovered was her bosses preference of hot beverage.<br/>
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Strolling into the grandiose foyer of the office, Keira offered the ladies at the reception desk a warm smile as they murmured their morning greetings to one another. She sauntered towards the elevators, before waltzing inside, bumping the top floor button with her elbow as she jugged the drinks and a tote bag strung over her forearm. The elevator began to ascend rather quickly. The mirror reflection of herself within the elevator confirmed she looked neat, the pieces she’d selected to wear hugged her figure in all the right places, whilst maintaining a respectable presence.<br/>
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A practised smile curved over her lips as the elevator doors popped open with a soft ‘ding’. The top level was quiet, vacant in comparison to the foyer as people began to filter into the building. Kirk Greyson’s office was at the end of the level, tucked to the side in an arrangement that boasted million dollar views of the city, fitting for a CEO. The redhead moved in the direction of the office, careful to avoid spilling the coffee. In moments, she was standing at the door that had a gold name tag slider that read ‘Kirk Greyson’. She was thankful the door was slightly ajar, avoiding making a fool of herself by attempting to knock and juggle the coffees at the same time.<br/>
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“Knock, knock,” Keira chimed, waiting a moment before slowly pushing against the oak wooden door, green eyes landing on the CEO seated at the grand desk. Her heart skipped a beat — nerves?<br/>
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“Good morning, Mr. Greyson,” she began, “Your americano.” Keira approached the desk with confidence, placing the Christmas decorated cup onto his desk. She juggled her own cup as she shuffled the tote bag down her arm, separating the handles as she glanced inside at it’s contents. Setting her coffee cup down momentarily, Keira hooked a manilla folder from the bag and offered it to Kirk, “A copy of this morning’s meeting agenda — at 8:30am, correct?”<br/>
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She was naturally an organised person, enjoying the methodical process of having everything set in place. Being an executive assistant was a career choice that would harness her natural skills and abilities.<br/>
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“I’ve organised for the meeting room to have water carafes, mini muffins and shortbread biscuits. To keep our guests satiated,” Keira offered Kirk a smile, “Is there anything else you’d like me to organise before they arrive?”<br/>
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