The Jupiter Fund (New Rewrite)

New Beginnings

The meeting wrapped up, gingerly Margery stood up "Margery" barked Prunella pushing a piece of paper towards her "This is the code into your office, go straight down there NOW!!. I better not catch you dawdling elsewhere."

Margery stared open mouthed at her, she was always too busy to dawdle anywhere. She quickly realised she would somehow have manage Prunella. As she existed the boardroom she looked straight ahead, not making eye contact with anyone, she felt like she was on fire, she was trapped.

The basement consisted of the post room, security offices, facility management and then outside a heavy metal door her office which had her her items she boxed up earlier waiting on shelf trolleys, along with her executive swivel chair. Three trolleys in total with all your belongings on the top shelf of each. She was greatful facilities made it as easy for her as possible.

She opened the sheet of paper and entered in the code which opened the door. She switched on a light, it's a complete replica of her old office. To the left on the backwall is a door almost hidden in the wall, all that was visible was a brass handle, she opened it, revealing a gleaming white tiled Washroom. She closed the door. To the left is another door she opened it. Inside to the left stationary, to the right, a coffee machine, with a selection of coffee,teas and candy.

She closed the door. Removed her glasses and pinched the bridge of her nose. She thought back to the threats, how did they know about Arabelle, her sisters business, her nephew, "what else do they know?" she wonders.

She then thought about Prunella, a pint sized bully, she reminded her of a wicked terrier, whose bite was as bad as her bark. She opened the door and one by one wheeled in the trollies breathing heavily while doing so. She sighed at the thought of reshelving everything, another task Maria would do.

While unboxing her items, she thought the process ironically represented her current position. A new office, a new beginning, down a dangerous path she never envisages. 'I have to find a way out' she pondered.Then she remembered the threats, 'who were these reprabates'. The thought of these people, the risks, the threats, suddenly her body felt heavier than it ever did before, her chest began to tighten. She stopped her unboxing and began to try box breathing. Her body tensed as she heard the security door open. Prunella stormed in and shuts the heavy door behind her "How opulent, but opulence sums you up doesn't it".

The hairs stood up on the back of Margery's neck "Anything I have, I have earned" She stops momentarily "Your office is opulent too".

Prunella marched right up to her and jammed her skinny right index finger directly in front of Margery's face "I advise you to watch your tongue. Next time you speak to me like that I'll have you by the neck PINNED to that wall behind you."

Margery wondered if Prunella's slender arms could carry out such an act. Either way she would struggle to defend herself and she had no human resource policies to protect her. Staring down at her well manicured looked hands, they heaviest thing they lifted was a cup of coffee. She was never a fighter and always believed the pen was mightier than the sword. If she went to punch Prunella, as much as she wanted, she would probably hurt herself more. Even if she could she wouldn't, dialogue and not violence is how you resolve issues her father a retired teacher would say. She would have to try and build bridges with Prunella, it was the only way.

"Look you don't like me Prunella, that's fine but let's be professional!"

Prunella pursed her lips "You do not enter any other floor of this building unless your going to my office or I instruct you to do so, your lunch will be brought down from the canteen. Cleaning can only be done under your supervision. Outside of the board and a cleaner, no one and I repeat no one else enters this room without my consent".

Margery nodded, now too drained to fight her corner. This tyrant would make her life hell.

"Good" states Prunella. "You start tomorrow, go home and rest, you look like you need it!"