"What are you wearing? Didn't you hear my words? I have said that you should dress properly," said Mr. White. He ran his hands over his face in annoyance.
I grimaced slightly. It seems so normal to see him annoyed at me. It has become a habit.
"I am wearing a suit. It's good, isn't it?" I asked him in confusion. I don't know what he wanted from me, but this is the best I can give to him.
Mr. White looked at me in astonishment. Then, he let out a deep breath and said, "Fine. Do whatever you want to. It's at least... decent. We can work on it. Right now, Sir is calling for you. But before that he needs me to check if you are thorough with everything. You know about today's event, right?"
I nodded, "I do. Today, we are exhibiting the company's new robot. A classic robot, with no legs and hands... obeying human commands. Their job is to clean the house. Basically, a voice-controlled vacuum cleaner. I am a bit confused. Should we call it a robot? I mean, I... would have called it something else."
"Let's hear it then."
Ah, fuck! Mr. Russoue is standing behind me, isn't he? Mr. White looked at me with pity in his eyes. Okay, except annoying him, I can also incite sympathy from him. Not an exactly positive emotion, but I can work with it for the moment.
I turned towards him. I smiled at Demian and said, "Ah, I was just joking. Hehe... don't need to take me seriously."
"No, I want to hear that. And that's an order."
I swallowed heavily and said, "Sorry, Sir... I mean, I was out of the line."
"Tell me."
Demian was looking at me with a blank stare. Yet, I could feel myself getting buried under his gaze.
"Ah, 'Robo-clean.' Y-yeah, t-that's... what I w-will call it."
Demian's eyes widened slightly. He muttered something incoherently and nodded to himself.
He said, "It's a simple, yet a good name," Demian turned towards Mr. White, "I am impressed. Why the hell nobody in our marketing department didn't think of this name? It should have name at least," he turned towards me again, "Alice, good. You did well. We will use this name. White, I need you to tell the actor and actress that we have hired for promotion to use this name."
"I will, Sir," replied Mr. White.
Demian said, "Alice, do the rest of your job perfectly. I need perfection. You should be glad that I like the name, or else you would have been fired for your 'unruly' words. You are my personal assistant. So, get a hold of your tongue." He gave me a last pointed look and left us.
"Alice, you are lucky," commented Mr. White.
I nodded in agreement. "I think so too."
"Well, let's get back to work. You have to do something before you meet Mr. Russoue again. He specifically ordered you to handle this."
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"You want me to handle this?!" asked Alice. She couldn't believe her ears. Mr. White was asking her to handle the social media team. Did she look like a fashion expert?
Mr. White replied, "You are expected to."
"But I am not fit for this job! At the first place, I had applied for a position in the programming team. You made me Mr. Russoue's personal assistant. Now, I am not complaining about this. I receive a good amount of money being his PA. But you know it's beyond my calibre. I am unfit for this!"
"So, make yourself not 'unfit.' If you want to keep your job, then do it. Alice, your resume was bad. You have no experience. No achievements. A degree from a mid-tier university. Years of unemployment. A person like you should never get a job in our company, yet we employed you. The reason is because of your secondary gender. We needed an omega or beta for this position, and you know omegas are seen as unfit for working in various companies... I, I hope you understand this. So, don't mess this up. You are only needed to supervise them."
Alice nodded begrudgingly. It seemed like she had no choice other than to accept whatever that was thrown at her.
"I guess, my position is filled with odd jobs, right?" asked Alice.
"Yes, it is."
"Okay. I will do it."
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"Mam, is it okay?"
"Don't call me, Mam. It sounds weird. Just call me 'Alice,' okay? And I am pretty unsure if that's 'okay.' Maybe it is. Or, maybe it is not."
I looked at the photos they had again and sighed tiredly. The head of the social media team, Mary is an alpha. She was towering over me like the 'Burj Khalifa.'
"Are you alright? If you feel uncomfortable, I can move back a little."
"No, no. It's not you. It's me, I guess. Well, social media management is not exactly my forte," I replied, running my hands over my hair.
"Haha... I thought an omega like you would have liked it," commented Mary.
I looked at her confusion, unsure of what to think of her words.
"I am sorry, if I offended you. It's just that you are pretty, and all," apologized Mary.
I shook my head in denial. "No need. Although, you calling me 'pretty,' makes me giddy. Let me warn you. Don't elevate my ego too much, I am kind of an egomaniac. Or, at least what I have heard."
Mary grinned cheekily. "Nope. You deserve every compliment in the world. And don't think that I am flirting with you. I am sincere."
I shrugged, "Good. You are thorough with your limits. I like that."
"Well, we have to take some more photos. Especially, the mall. The decoration parts."
"The guests," I supplied.
"Yes!" agreed Mary.
"Then, you should go."
Mary looked at me for a second before nodding. She said, "Will you meet me after this is finished? If you want, we can go to a wonderful place for dinner."
"As friends?" I asked her.
"Ah, yeah. Yeah! As friends, totally. I am okay with that."