Raymond gives you an assignment

You've got to get out of this, away from... him. You busy yourself with the desk, try to look distracted with work, but you realise you have no work to be distracted by and can feel he's still looking at you.

You turn to face him. "Is there anything you want me to... do? Any assignments you want me to run, places to go?" You almost plead the last words out, but hold back to make it sounds like you're just being helpful.

"Nope, you can just keep your pretty ass here. And I mean it, it is a fine ass!"

Will this guy not stop? "Are you sure? Nothing you need delivered or anything?" You grin probably a bit more than normal.

Raymond frowns for a second, "Just a moment."

He goes back into his office. With glances over his shoulder you can see him reading documents with his brow furrowed or concentrating on his computer. It occurs to you that he's working; as in, he's actually doing his job.

You look forward again and hear a chime. You look on your phone and see it somehow has already been receiving your work emails. One from HR welcoming you aboard and giving you employee information, one from Frank Earnest (you gulp) but it seems to be a form letter given to every new employee that welcomes them and explains the company's values, a slew of EmployeeID emails for various activities including one saying the expense account was activated.

You start as a hand lands on your shoulder. Looking up you see Raymond again, still smiling but with a slightly more serious expression on his face.

"So," he starts, "can you be diplomatic?" You **** a smile, it seems to have been the right answer.

"I need some sales documents delivered to a company called Bernard Woodworking who are on the other side of the city. Normally we'd courier them over but you see... well... are you good at business politics?" You nod, again the right answer. He puts a big binder of paper on the desk in front of you and continues.

"They've been clients of us for years, really helpful in our earlier years, but the truth is we've been neglecting them recently. We're chasing big clients at the moment, trying to aggressively expand, and honestly haven’t given Bernard Woodworking the attention it normally gets. What's worse, they're noticing it, probably not enough to drop us but enough that we need to make sure it doesn't happen. So: I need you to go over there, give these documents, directly to Bernard himself. Say you're my direct assistant and you're delivering these because I wanted to ensure they were delivered with the utmost personal care and attention. Say I profusely apologise for past delays and things have just been busy. Don't say you've only started working with me today. Show we really care for them, show they have our full attention and... just really smile and turn on the charm. Make him feel like he's a really cared for and valuable client. I know he'll appreciate it. I've a feeling you've got a real knack for client care."

You look up dubiously, but gradually realise that it's a chance to get out of the office and away from him, maybe even escape. "Okay," you say, "I'll make sure these get to him." Was it your imagination or was your voice sounding a bit different, lighter? Your throat had been through a bit...

You reach for the documents.

"The address is on the business card on the front, though I'll message you the map location so you don't get the wrong location. One other thing, while the documents aren’t vital, they're still important legal documents. If anything happens to them contact the legal team, or better yet don't let anything happen to them. We had this courier a while back who... oh, nevermind. Just don't incur the wrath of the legal department!" He finishes with a low laugh.

You strain a smile as find yourself instinctively putting your purse back on. You bow to pick up the documents. You realise this gave Ray another view. You turn towards him, smile again, and backstep away before realising you really can't pull that off in heels. So you turn around and walk forward, hips swaying with the heels and document weight. You try to pretend he isn't looking as you focus on the elevator.

"Not going to say goodbye?"

You pause, look over your shoulder at that grin shining back at you. "Let's say, 'See you later'" He chuckles in response. Did your comment come across as flirty? You put that out of your mind and walk on.