The Secretary (Devilla-Roche x DangerousDanielle2)

[Devilla-Roche]

Ms. Charlotte Dujardin-Vevrier had done very well for herself. Rising up the ranks of several Fortune 500 companies, Ms. Dujardin-Vevrier knew that it took an even mix of intelligence, risk taking, confidence, and having a pair of balls in a man’s world to succeed and achieve. Not yet forty years old and she managed to make CEO for Rattan-Meyers Syndicate USA, a global corporation headquartered in Norway. Rattan-Meyers had its hands into just about everything from manufacturing to Wall Street to reinsurance, as well as having contractual obligations to over a hundred companies worldwide.

Ratan-Meyers was based out of New York City and had its own office building on 335 Madison Avenue, near 43rd Street. Ms. Dujardin-Vevrier, or Ms. Vevrier as she was known as, had the whole 39th Floor to herself; the top floor of the building of course. She made it clear that she needed lots of room to “think” and “be productive” for Rattan-Meyers. After all, she was making $25 million (US) a year. With a bonus of upwards of $13.2 million (US), Ms. Vevrier could be compensated for a total of $38.2 million (US) a year. Suffice it to say, she was well off, no doubt. Enough so that she could afford a penthouse on 5th Avenue, a vacation house outside of Sedona, Arizona and a mountain retreat in Vermont.

Ms.Vevrier’s work had her traveling a lot, especially to the west coast and to Europe. She was very demanding on herself and especially those who worked directly under her. She found her assistant Jenny to be invaluable. Jenny was similar to Ms. Vevrier in physical appearance as they were both had long blonde hair and were tall; both were quite bosomy and extremely curvaceous; both had flawless tanned skin; and both were impeccably dressed at all times.

As far as secretaries go, they were important, but lacked the qualities that Jenny, her assistant, had. Since joining Rattan-Meyers three years ago, Ms. Vevrier had been through twelve secretaries. On average, they lasted a mere three months and then they were gone. Becky was “strictly horrible” as Ms. Vevrier put it to Jenny. She instructed her assistant to get a new secretary for her from the secretarial pool. Ms Vevrier did not have high hopes for the next one.

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The following Wednesday….

“Ms. Vevrier, the last thing on your agenda is that interview with what will hopefully be a new secretary.” Jenny began, “Mrs. Bowers sent up a young lady from the secretarial pool. The girl’s name is Isabelle Huppert.”

Ms. Vevrier turned her head, “Like the French actress??”

“I, I suppose so,” Jenny replied blankly, not really knowing who Isabelle Huppert was.

“Yes, yes,” Ms. Vevrier noted with a lilt to her voice, “Maybe this is a good sign.” Excited by the thought of this young lady from the secretarial pool having the same name as the French actress was good karma, the CEO supposed. “Send her in, send her in.”

 

[DangerousDanielle2]

When Isabelle was summoned to the Personnel office, many of the girls in the secretarial pool knew why before she did....in the corporate world, the company grapevine often beat out the internet. Rumors were that Ms. Vevrier upstairs dumped yet another secretary and the CEO was hunting for another. In another company, knowing that an opening upstairs would be an ideal rung to grasp in the effort to climb higher up the food chain, but this woman was different. Since the truth never seemed to travel as fast as fiction, stories varied. It was rumored that the CEO was a woman hater (despite the fact that the boss was a female), that she berated secretaries and got them to leave crying and humiliated and even that she pushed at least one to suicide.

"Good luck Isabelle," one of her co workers said, rising and shaking her hand. "It's been nice working with you...."
"Shit Brenda," she replied. "It's not like I'm being canned......is it?"
"around here," her co worker said, "a trip to Personnel is a one way trip...."

Mrs. Bowers got up from her desk and greeted the 22 year old brunette as she came through the door.
"Good day Miss Huppert," she said with a smile. "come on in...sit down..."
Isabelle, not fully believing the grapevine gossip factory was nevertheless nervous. "I'm......I'm sorry if I came in 10 minutes late," Isabelle stammered...."but....."
"You weren't asked to come here for your tardiness," the woman replied. "for you, it's a rare occurrence. Actually, I went through your work history and I'm quite impressed.....22....that means you graduated High School only 4 years ago. Went through college already? frankly, your'e a little young to be a corporate secretary."

Isabelle sat up in her chair, as if she felt the need to explain herself. "I graduated a year early and went straight into college from High School," she replied, "and got an MA in Business Administration..."
Mrs Bowers nodded her head. "Yes," she said..."so I've read...your'e not one of those bubbleheads in the pool. You've got a head on your shoulders, and a good work ethic. Your'e just what our CEO upstairs is looking for in an executive secretary."
Isabelle just stared at her. "Upstairs?....you mean, being Ms Vevrier's private secretary????"
Mrs Bowers nodded her head. "as a matter of fact, they've asked to see you as soon as I'm done with you here."

Isabelle left the office trembling. So, the rumors were true....'old Ironpanties', as the CEO was nicknamed, was indeed looking for fresh secretarial meat and Isabelle was the newest sacrifice on the altar.

She went to the ladie's room and looked herself over. Isabelle dressed conservative with a tan skirt just short of her knees, black heels, semi loose pink blouse. Her brunette hair was up in a bun and glasses.
Some managers liked to dictate the old fasioned way, so in addition to a tablet, she had a small notepad.

Isabelle gulped as she emerged from the elevator and Jenny, the CEO's personal assistant was already waiting for her.
"I assume your'e Miss Huppert?"
"y-yes Ma'am," Isabelle stammered.....The woman walked a few paces ahead, opened the door and waved the girl in....

"Miss Isabelle Huppert, Ma'am," she said, bowing to Ms. Vevrier as she left.....

 

[Devilla-Roche]

Charlotte Vevrier had put Isabelle Huppert in a place in her mind that was everything she thought an executive secretary could be, but when the young lady walked in that thought was dashed from her mind. “Oh well," she thought, "perfection just is not in the cards.”

Actually, she was having a bit of difficulty trying to size this one up. The brunette hair up in the bun, the big eyeglasses, the girl’s alabaster skin (did she ever go out in the sun??), her flat-chestedness (is she even a ‘C’ cup I wonder??), the frumpy pink blouse with an even frumpier tan skirt (which was down to her heels - way too long Charlotte thought to herself), and those clunky black heels (does the girl have any fashion sense at all??).

“And, why in the hell did they send up a girl who is so damn short??” Charlotte thought to herself, questioning the managers in the secretarial pool and in human resources.

“Remain standing my dear, right in that spot,” Ms. Vevrier directed of Isabelle and then she started to look over the girl’s resume. “Smith College I see and you graduated with honors, very impressive my dear girl.”

Ms. Vevrier then stood up herself. “I need a girl who is smart, has a head on her shoulders, but in the position of my secretary, there is a lot more than just intelligence.”

She then began to slowly walk, moving counterclockwise around Isabelle, looking the girl up and down.

“First and foremost, you represent this company at its highest level,” Ms. Vevrier introduced, her voice firm and logical. “You will also represent me. You will be doing a fair amount of traveling with me, and as such, you will be a reflection of me and my importance in this company. You must dress and look in accordance with my wishes if you want this job. It pays very well as you know and I expect your effort to be more than one hundred percent.”

Ms. Vevrier, who stood nearly six feet tall, stopped in front of Isabelle, her enormous bosom, jutting outward from her tight blouse and her navy blue blazer - in line with the girls face. Ms. Vevrier took the girl’s chin in her hand and forcibly had her look up at Charlotte’s face.

In a very matter-of-fact way she asked, “Is this understood my dear girl??”

 

[DangerousDanielle2]

Isabelle was, well for lack of a better word, mesmerized as she entered the office. Hell, her entire apartment could fit in here with room to spare! the office looked like a step back in time, as one would see in an episode of 'Madmen'.

Ms Vevrier remained sitting behind a desk half as large as her car.
"Yes Ma'am," she replied, the nervousness in her voice very evident. "I graduated near the top of my class...."
Isabelle stayed motionless as the woman got up, walked slowly towards her, then began to walk around her, obviously sizing her up. Isabelle could sense almost from the minute she came in that she wasn't what the woman was looking for. Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained....at least she still had her job back in the secretarial pool. She just wasn't relishing hearing all the 'I told you so's...'

Isabelle tried to follow the woman with her eyes, not moving her head as the lady walked around her. Evidently, around here looks were as important as ability, maybe more so....the more the woman was evaluating her body, the more insecure Isabelle became.
As the woman lectured her about proper representation for both the company and herself, Isabelle gulped then tried to muster as much self confidence she had left.
"Y-yes Ma'am," she replied...."I understand completely..."

She still stayed motionless even after the woman released her chin. Isabelle had to admit it....even though she was hetero, the woman did have an impressive set of tits....

"Does.....does this mean that .....that I have the promotion?" she asked....

 

[Devilla-Roche]

Charlotte laughed heartily as she heard the words utter from Isabelle’s mouth.

“Promotion?!? Do you honestly think it comes that easy???” Ms. Vevrier asked rhetorically. “Isabelle, you must listen and do as I say and let me do the hiring here.”

Then Charlotte walked behind her desk, her walk, with that curvaceous body was a showstopper - even to other women. She pressed an intercom on the desk. “Jenny come in here.”

In a flash, the tall, curvaceous blonde scurried right in, her heels click-clacking and announcing her arrival. “Yes, Ma’am? What can I do for you??” Then she bowed her head in deference to Ms. Vevrier.

“Jenny, I want you to use the company card and take Ms. Huppert to the stores on 5th Avenue. The limit for you to spend on her is five thousand. You know what I want and please take her to Christo’s. Have him do something to my liking. Oh and make sure he changes the color.”

Ms. Vevrier then took a look again at Isabelle for a good long second. Then she turned back to Jenny. With an attitude like Miranda Priestly from the film “The Devil Wears Prada” Charlotte treated Isabelle and the situation at hand in a way in which this was not so much about Isabelle as it was about Ms. Vevrier….
“Take her to Anri and have him do something with her face.” Then, as if Isabelle were more of a thing than a person, Charlotte noted, “Oh, and Jenny lose the glasses.” (Meaning, that if Isabelle were to work for her, she would not be wearing her glasses!)

“Yes Ma’am,” bowing, “Of course, as you wish,” Jenny noted nervously as she motioned to Isabelle to come with her and shut her mouth.”

 

[DangerousDanielle2]

Isabelle felt blood drain from her face, Instantly realizing the mistake she just made.
"My apologies Ma'am," she said, more of a sentence with slightly less stammering, but the nervousness still intact. "Yes Ma'am, I will listen...."
She watched as the woman returned to her desk. Every move she made was deliberate, not a gesture made that was not intended. The woman walked regally, as if she was queen of her domain, and in an almost literal sense, she was.
She was tall...or maybe it seemed so because Isabelle was petite. The woman was curvaceous, a figure that could stop time. Isabelle had to tell herself to stop gazing.....

When her right hand girl Jenny came in, Isabelle watched the performance. The girl looked as if she'd trip over her own feet if she came in any quicker. What kind of power did this woman hold over her staff? As Jenny bowed her head, Isabelle wondered if she would be expected to do the same. This was office staff, not some kind of kingdom....or was it? she began to wonder what Mrs Bowers had gotten her into.
When she heard the price limit Jenny was ordered to spend on her, Isabelle could hardly believe it. Five thousand? that's more than she spent on herself in the last 3 years! Christos? she could barely afford to look through the window.....

"Yes Ma'am," Isabelle said...."lose the glasses...."
She had tried contact lenses before. They didn't bother her but she was afraid they'd fall out and she'd lose them, but if it meant keeping this job, it looked like she'd be saying good by to the glasses....

Jenny bowed again as they were ready to leave. There the girl went again with the bowing!
The nervous brunette watched and decided to try it herself, bowed and left with Jenny.
"Can I ask you something?," she said to the assistant as they headed for the elevator...."why the bowing?....is there something about Ms Vevrier that I should know?"

 

[Devilla-Roche]

“Don’t ask too many questions Isabelle!” Jenny snapped back at Isabelle. “Ms. Vevrier is an important person in this corporation and,” the young assistant paused, “well, let’s just say her approach is a bit unorthodox.”

Jenny grabbed her purse and motioned Isabelle to follow her to the elevator. While inside the elevator car, she pulled out her cell phone and immediately dialed the hairdresser…
(((((Sharon, this is Jennifer, I just need a big favor from you. Ms. Vevrier needs Anri. Can he work on one of our new girls within the hour??)))))

The phone call went back and forth for a while. Jennifer laughed, then spoke in French - as if to mask any conversation from Isabelle - then the conversation ended in English. At this point, the two young women were outside and Jennifer was hailing a cab, even though it was just a couple of blocks away.

Fifth Avenue shopping and indulgence is like no other. It is an experience like no other. Immersion in such a place could be intoxicating and make one spellbound in the sights, sounds, and odors of what is THE fashion and style epicenter of the whole universe. That would be proven time and time again on this little shopping spree starting with Christo’s.

Some women, especially those who have never been to Christo’s find themselves having died and gone to heaven. It was a paradise erected in the fulfillment of what it meant to be female. The look of the place, the staff, the pampering. Bar none, not many places could top it as far as hair and makeup were concerned.

Anri, who had a heavy Romania accent, came out and greeted Jennifer.
“Oh, my dear, how is my dear Charlotte these days?”

“Busy as usual, but she gives her regards to you.” Jennifer answered as if Anri and Ms. Vevrier were best friends forever.

“So what is it I can do for you my dear,” he asked.

Jennifer looked at Isabelle and, like Ms. Vevrier referred to Isabelle as if she were a thing and not a person, “Anri, what can you do with this?”

Anri took a long hard look at Isabelle, walked around her, grabbed her by the face and turned her head a few times, touched her skin, stepped back and then answered Jennifer, “Clearly she is a challenge, but I think I can make the possible possible. Blonde, I assume?”

“Yes, you know Ms. Vevrier’s taste Anri. Oh, and and makeup, Ms. Vevrier wants your team to do something about her look.”

Anri, wearing a sly smile on his face, took Isabelle by her wrist and gestured with his finger and in his thick Romanian accent said, “You my dear, come with me.”

 

[DangerousDanielle2]

To say she was overwhelmed would be an understatement. From the minute Jenny was in the elevator, things progressed as if Isabelle was some kind of new pet project, the end result most likely being something hopefully the young brunette would like but at this stage, she felt useless.

"Anri!...." she said in a whisper, as if the renowned hair guru was the newest deity, and in a city like New York, maybe he was....
Christos!....Like most women, Isabelle had heard about it, even heard not a few stories about it, but also like many women at her financial level, she hadn't done more than window shopping.

Isabelle had that same feeling when Anri himself evaluated her....the same feeling she had when the CEO slowly walked around her, eyeing her up and down like a piece of meat or a new car.
'Blonde'? so...even her own hair color wasn't acceptable to the denizens of this new food chain? Oh well, the price we pay for success.....

"Yes Mr......I mean, Anri," Isabelle said, following like a lost sheep....

 

[Devilla-Roche]

Anri goes to work on Isabelle’s hair. There is cutting, there are his fingers, there are the off hand comments in his Romanian accent such as, “We must tame your hair.” “Your thickness is gorgeous, beautiful.” At one point, he adds extensions to Isabelle’s hair, then he brings in the colorist, Gary. Gary is clearly homosexual, and his way about him, the pitch of his voice are all tell tale signs. Gary chooses platinum blonde for Isabelle - a stark difference from her brunette hair. “I gave this color to Gwen Stefani Sweetie, you’re going to love it he remarks. When Gary finishes, he puts isabelle in front of the mirror and shows her a young lady with platinum hair - in waves and feathering down to the middle of her back. Thick and gorgeous. Gary is pleased. “It is perfect!!” he remarks. Then Dana shows up, the make up artist to receive Isabelle, but not before Gary asks, “What do you think Ms. Jenny, do you think Charlotte will love it?”

Jenny responds with a smile, “Ms. Vevrier will think it is perfect.”

Gary is elated while Dana moves Isabelle to a special room devoted to makeup artistry.

 

[DangerousDanielle2]

To young women like Isabelle that only heard of this hair genius, Anri was some kind of cultural God....women that could afford him had to make appointments months in advance, like making reservations for some kind of fancy hotel or spa.

She sat motionless, afraid to move an inch. When they decided to turn her into a blonde, she gasped. Isabelle loved the old Hollywood golden age movies, in particular starlet Jean Harlow, the 'platinum blonde bombshell'. Like Gwen Stefani whom they mentioned, Isabelle knew she didn't have the body or poise to match either woman.
Nevertheless, after what felt like hours, a mirror was presented to her and Isabelle let out another gasp. The hair alone seemed to make a change in her, a change that both pleased and suprised her. The blonde hair was stunning....

Isabelle turned to look at Jenny and get her reaction, pleased that she approved.
Next came her makeup.....