Club PT
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It was almost ten o clock and I was pissed. I was wrapping up my first week as the personal assistant to Magnus Thenn. That’s right. THE Magnus Thenn. Multi-millionaire media mogul. I was four years out of college and had bitten, clawed and scrached my way just near the top of this corporate ladder. It was nerve wracking. Demoralizing and terrible when I was chosen for an incredibly exclusive position. To personally assist the magnetic. Eccentric CEO for two years. My colleagues hated me, it meant that I was on the way up. Being groomed for a future executive position, That meant money, power, and women, all the things I had denied myself my entire life to get to this point.
I had started that Monday at 5AM sharp, and Thenn had worked me almost to death the entire week. Thenn was a taskmaster. He had me up till past 1AM every night that week, knowing that I’d be up again and at the door to his office in the high rise offices at 5 sharp the next morning. By this point, I hated the guy like I never knew I could hate anybody. I was really starting to regret my decision as I tried to rub the weariness form my eyes as I rechecked another business projection for next fiscal year. I had just put on a fresh pot of coffee when I got a text from the head honcho. “MY OFFICE” . His communication was like that. All ways short and terse and in all CAPS just so he could feel like he was still screaming at you even if you miles away.
I sighed flipped off the coffeemaker. I felt the hackles rise a bit on the back of my neck as I stalked through the deserted office floor on the way to the luxurious working space of Magnus Thenn. Even the senior marketing manager had left three hours ago. I just told myself that when I had that when I was being helicoptered around Manhattan in five years or so, it would all be worth it.
I ran a hand through my close cropped blond hair as I walked through the large oak doors in the the office of Magnus Thenn. He was sitting casually at his mammoth oak desk twirling a pen in his hands that probably cost about as much as the rent on my studio on the east side? “Bradley. How are those projections looking? Are things looking good for next quarter?” Thenn asked as he got out of his leather chair and walked over to his wall of flat screen TVs, each one playing a different financial network. “They look good sir. Just about what we expected. Our retail operations will most likely slow down a bit, but the wireless contracts will offset that and more. “ I said as he flipped the TVs off.
Thenn stood up and walked over towards me. Thenn was in his mid forties, with long salt and pepper hair. He was tall and famously good looking, always in an expensive suit and a way more expensive watch.
I was dreading what was coming next. Thenn was going to tell me to work on summarizing the projections for internal memos, then re-summarizing them for the media. That was going to take just about all night. I grimaced in expectation as Thenn walked over and clapped me on the shoulder. “Good work this week Bradley. You’ve shown that you can work in the big time. Now let’s go get a drink.” I just about felt my eyes drop out of my head. My boss, the CEO of a multi billion dollar empire wanted me to come have a drink with him? I had no idea what to say. “Sir…that sounds…great…” I stammered. I was going to politely decline
. My younger sister Stacy was waiting for me at the Apartment. Since Dad passed on a few years ago and our Mother was a drug addict, she’d been living at my place, and I had a responsibility to be there for her. The excuse was almost out of my mouth but Thenn was already walking to the elevator and I knew if I wanted to stay in the big leagues I was expected to follow. I shot off a quick text to Stacy about working late, they came out pretty easily now, and followed Thenn into the elevator as the doors closed with quit snick.
Thenn waved his wrist at the elevator control panel, and the RFID Chip in his watch sent the elevator down to his private garage. The doors opened and I was treated to the sight of one of his Lamborghinis. I got in, feeling a bit out of place in such a superb and expensive machine. Thenn started up the car and we roared out onto the streets of New York City. “You’re being prepared for a very privileged life Bradley. We are captains of industry. Our decisions affect the structure of the entire financial world, and as such the structure of the rest of the world too. We work extremely hard, so our relaxation should be first rate as well, don’t you think.” Thenn said as he roared up a sidestreet and I just did my best to hang on and try to not look stupid. This was indicative of our entire relationship thus far.
Here I was, going to have a drink with one of the most powerful men in the business world and I wasn’t really looking forward to it. I was already on the outs with my girlfriend Melissa about the long hours and I knew that spending Friday nights with my boss wouldn’t make it any better. I was halfway dreading whatever stuffy cigar bar we were heading to. I didn’t want to spend my Friday night listening to old dinosaurs of industry drone on and on about the NASDAQ.
I settled into my seat for a nice depressing night. I was surprised when Thenn pulled his car into a parking garage nowhere near any of those stuff old cigar bars. After Thenn parked in a spot reserved for his expensive machine he stepped out of the car and began to walk over to the elevator with me following closely behind. He strolled over to the elevator and pressed the up arrow and I followed him inside. As the doors started to close he finally began to speak. “You done good work this week Bradley. You have a sharp mind and real potential to be a leader within this company. We are captains of industry in the truest sense of the word. The decisions we make at our company affect the entire financial world, and therefore the rest of the planet as well. “
Thenn waved his RFID enabled wristwatch in front of the elevator control panel and the elevator began to rise quickly.
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