He looked up at the tall, sandy blond-haired man and stood. Thrusting out his hand, he accepted the strong shake of his new boss. “Tony.”
“I’m interested to see how well we work together,” Tony said.
It wasn’t a ringing endorsement, but he wasn’t surprised. It was to be expected at one’s parents’ company. “I promise to work hard and prove that I can do the job, sir.”
Tony studied him for a long moment. “We’ll see about that.”
“I’ve completed the paperwork for Barb, I just need to sign the dotted line and give them back to her.”
“Fine. I’ll wait for you by the bank of elevators.”
Davis watched Tony walk away. It appeared he had more people to prove himself to than he’d anticipated. He signed his name and brought the papers back to the desk, accepted his reprogrammed keycard and went down the hall where Tony waited.
“I’ll give you a tour of the floor first, and then we’ll see what sort of work is available for you.” Tony didn’t sound like he planned on doing anything but sending Davis for coffee.
“If I may; I don’t want you to coddle me. I don’t want the unimportant work that you give to assistants and errand boys.” The elevator arrived, and they stepped on. “I want to work, Tony. Despite my last name, I’m here to put in the hours. I can be good at this, if you’ll give me the chance.”
“Look, Davis, I don’t want to say anything that will get me in trouble once you repeat it back to your father, but don’t think for one second that anyone on this floor is going to take you seriously.”
Tony got off the elevator as it arrived on the seventh floor, and Davis stared after him before getting his shit together. “That’s fair,” he mumbled as he trailed along.
It had just occurred to him that being successful as his parents’ son was going to be harder than he thought.
