Model Employee
As he went on and on, talking about how he was such a model employee, I just sat there at the other side of the conference table with my eyes focused on my laptop until he finally said my name. “You know, Claire, a good employee, a model employee, really needs to make sure she’s focused and plugged in at every meeting. You need to be present.”
What.
When that word jumped into my head, it wasn’t a question, not really. Instead, I wondered if he truly had the gall to bring me into his little lecture.
That’s what made Derek such a pompous ass. On the one hand, he was cute with dark eyes and wavy black hair. He looked romantic. In another age, he could have been a pirate or something, maybe some kind of privateer. But right then and there, he was nothing but a jerk who thought he could impress the senior managers in the room by getting as many words out as possible.
That was the problem with employees like Derek. He mistook quantity for quality, so he went on and on, droning about this or that, without uttering anything useful.