another elevator.
"We are now on the 98th floor. This is where the so-called 'lower conference rooms' are located.You don't have to worry about them, the other secretaries do that, "she explains.
Aha. Good to know. However, my only response is a nod.
Oh, you dear Maeve, what were you getting yourself into?
And already I hear the voice of my older brother Patrick in my head.

"Mac, you don't have to do that. I know you'd rather be digging in the sand and digging up mummies than sitting in a stuffy office. Grandfather or Uncle Ian could get you a job in some museum or as an excavation assistant in Get Egypt. No museum director in their right mind would refuse a Muldoon. "

[i]"You know Mac, 'chief secretary' can mean a lot. There are HR directors, marketing directors, CEOs, et cetera."

He always emphasized the word 'boss'. By definition, a chief secretary is actually the top secretary.In terms of my job, I would call this a 'secretary to the executive board'.

"Mac? Are you all right?" Concerned, Kimiko taps me on the shoulder.
“How?” That didn't sound very intelligent. Great Mac.
“Are you okay?” She hid her laugh behind her hand. Well, at least she's got tact.
“Yes, of course.” Today is probably my day of intelligent utterances.

When the elevator stops again, we stand in front of a huge corridor, which is divided by a glass door with a lot of security bells and whistles. My new colleague guides me there. As we stand in front of it, she hands me a sealed envelope.
"There is your PIN inside. It works in principle like a debit card. Pull the ID card through the slot, pull the magnetic strip back, enter the PIN and go through." The only thing missing is that the thing wants my fingerprint and does a retina scan .
She shows us how to do it and disappears through the door.
All right then. Envelope open, PIN registered and noted, envelope packed in bag.ID card pulled through the slot, PIN entered. Ah yes, the light jumps from red to green.

I readACCESS GRANTEDon the display. The door swings open, everything is fully automatic here, and I join Kimiko again.

"Only a few have access here and not even all areas. You will get another PIN for other sections. It is best to destroy the letter as soon as we are there." Sounds plausible.
"Well."

So Kimiko leads me down the hall. Suddenly I am pulled to the side and like an ice cold hurricane something white sweeps past us. More precisely, it's a brunette young man in a long white coat. And that in the middle of summer. Well then, cheers meal. Well, the building is air-conditioned. But still that's kind of strange ...

Kimiko's throat clears my mind.
"That was Kaiba-sama, by the way," she says, still holding on to my upper arm.
THAT was Seto Kaiba?He's still a teenager! Now I understand all the talk about vacation!

But when he's always on it ... The cogs behind my forehead begin to turn rapidly. OMFG! I am delivered. And Kimiko is the hangman who leads me to the scaffold.

After this shock, I have to recover first. Kimiko gives me the time. She also thinks it advisable to wait until the gentleman has swept into his office.

And go on. Along the corridor, past a lot of closed doors and various junctions to another elevator. Again, the game with ID and PIN.

Then we are finally at our destination. The elevator door slides open silently and I stare spellbound at my new workplace.
Bulging, not messing, the headline seems to be in the Kaiba Corp. mission statement. to be. The whole floor is glazed. To the left of the elevator there is a tasteful seating group in blue-gray, around an equally elegant and probably acidic glass table with a chrome frame.Fortunately, I'm a secretary and not a cleaning lady.
To the left of this is my extremely stylish workplace. A finely curved counter, with matt silver cladding, clearly more distinguished and dignified than the reception counter below.
The center of the anteroom, however, is formed by the heavy doors made of dark wood with the initials SK. One letter per door leaf. The whole thing is very pompous and bombastic. I wonder if he can't invest his money more usefully than in doors. For example donations to UNICEF or AIDS aid.
The partition wall tohisoffice is formed by huge panes of frosted glass.
Somehow the doors don't match the cool, simple elegance of the rest of the furnishings. You're so Monty Burns-esque.
Grinning, I imagine my new boss behind his desk with Burns' face and demeanor.
Excellent.
I couldn't see his face earlier and Burn's grimace suits a businessman, I think. Cheers to Matt Groening!Schulz!

“May I ask you something?” I put my bag behind the counter, trying to keep my voice neutral. Then I fish out the wipe and feed the shredder.
"Clear."
“What happened to my predecessor?” I imagine terrible things.
“She has retired.” Is the succinct answer. Phew Lucky Mac.
"And who has been doing your job in the meantime?"
“Belinda and me.” Aha. Just who is ...
"Belinda?"
“The receptionist, you've already seen her.” Oh, paint pots. "Don't worry about it earlier. She's just pissed off because she didn't get the job. You just have better qualifications. And one more thing that Kaiba-sama can't stand: when a woman[i]her weapons[ / i]uses to hide their incompetence. "
Aha. Interesting. That shouldn't be a problem for me. I don't have any guns just ... um ... well ... let's leave that.
"What is your job now?"
"What I did before: Assistant to the manager's secretary .." She pointed to a small, but no less elegant desk, a little out of the way, on the rear glass front.Oh, so that's fascinating now.
"You just delegate tasks to me and if you have problems just contact me."
I nod gratefully. So I'm not left alone with Monty Burns. Feeling better, I sink into my leather armchair. I find it very convenient.
The first thing I do is put up my family's photo. We are all posing in front of the Giza pyramids. Our last vacation together. I flew straight to Japan from Egypt.
Then I start up the computer. An ultra-modern piece, as I notice. With a huge flat screen monitor.
The next quarter of an hour I get a briefing in the company's internal programs and various access data. And o là là, even access to the boss's calendar. I skim it briefly. No meetings today, but tons of phone calls and ... Hui! Does he work on Saturdays? When does he actually do his homework?
When she had explained everything to me here, she showed me the telephone system.A touchscreen with a headset and a 'normal' phone. Everything at its finest here.
"I would advise you not to take off the headset, it has voice recognition. When it rings, you just say 'Yes' and answer me. You can redirect this little one to the headset, with a separate tone."
I'm so flabbergasted that I can only nod.
"Sometimes you have to translate letters. He will delegate most of it to you as you speak some rather exotic languages."
I was just about to ask her something when the doors are thrown open - heartbeat - and my new boss stands in front of me in all his size. Is that just what I mean, or has the temperature just dropped a few degrees? Kind of so cold in here.
Reflecting on my good childhood, I politely get up and bow slightly.
"Hajimemashite[1]. Maeve Muldoon."
Ice cold blue eyes stare dangerously at me. Great. Mr. Burns is actually Mr. Freeze. Did anyone notice the pun?
"I know who you are!", he hisses. Then he slams some papers on the counter." You have 30 minutes to translate this and bring it to the blue conference room. And don't forget my coffee! "And already he rushes off with a silver suitcase in his hand. No discussions about it. Pah!
It was too many shocks for me in one day. I let myself fall on the armchair and meet Kimiko's pitying look.

All right, I'll fish the documents. Aha. A contract with a