for requests that rise to my level of oversight. At some point today, you can peruse
through them to get the gist of what reaches my desk. The blue folders are for Wenn Air. The green folders are for Wenn
Entertainment. The yellow folders
are for Wenn Publishing. The white
folders are for Wenn Pharmaceutical. The black folders are for. . . .”
She spoke so quickly,
I could barely keep up with her—but somehow I did. When she was finished outlining how
things were filed, she motioned at all of the offices surrounding us with a
sweeping arc of her hand.
“These offices
are reserved for the human resource directors at each division. Each director has his or her own staff,
including their own secretaries, so you won’t be answering phones for them,
unless some rogue call comes in that you might need to forward. That said, what you need to be aware of
is that you’ll be answering an unlimited amount of hopeless calls from people
trying to make their way to me. We’ll get to that later. For
now, let me outline where each director sits. The director of human resources for Wenn
Publishing has her office there,” she said as she pointed to the office
directly at my left. “And that
office belongs to the director of human resources for Wenn Entertainment,” she
said, pointing to the office next to it. “The one beside it is for the director of human resources for Wenn Pharmaceutical.”
She continued
to tick off whose office was whose until we finally came upon her own office,
which was to my right.
“I’m there,”
she said. “But you already know
that. And I will be keeping an eye
on you, Madison, just to make sure that things are going smoothly. If they aren’t, I will intercept. Do I expect perfection from you within a
week? No. But within a month? Absolutely, because none of this is
rocket science, particularly for a hard-luck Harvard grad like you. Mistakes will be made as you become
familiar with the job and with my frequent flights of fancy, but I expect a
diminishing set of returns over time. Understood?”
“I will do my
best,” I promised.
“I don’t see
that you have any other choice. But
to ease your mind, know that I’ve instructed Margaret to set aside three full
days to train you, and also to take you on a full tour of Wenn so that you will
have a feel for where all of the different departments are located. Margaret and I both believe that that
should be enough time for you to be properly trained and for you to get
settled. A moment ago, I mentioned
that you also will be answering phones. I take calls from a very select group of people whose names I will send
to you in an email. Print it
out. Memorize it. If that person’s name isn’t on the list,
then that call should be referred directly to Margaret, or to one of the
specific divisions I’ve already outlined for you.”
And then, for a
reason I couldn’t understand, she folded her arms in front of her chest and
looked sternly at me.
“What you also
need to know is that there is an empty office straight across from you. Late yesterday afternoon, I met with
Alex and Jennifer, and it was decided that Brock Wenn—for the
interim—will occupy that office because they want me to oversee him for
now. They are very close to
deciding where he’ll land at Wenn, but they first want to test his strengths
and weaknesses. To do that, they’ve
charged him to write a report on some biotech that Alex and Jennifer are
considering buying—or not. It’s up to Brock to convince them either way.”
I almost
tingled at the news. The fact that
the man I saw yesterday was going to be sitting in an office directly across
from me was something I’d never expected, and the idea of it nearly did me in.
How am I going
to get any work done with him just twenty feet away from me?
“And I must say
this,” Blackwell said as she leveled me with a