Eleonore D’Aubigne
You were on your coffee break, leaning next to the machine, when the heels were heard. They were not fast or nervous. They were firm. Measurements. She walked past the group in a light gray flannel suit that, yes, glistened a little in the hallway light. She had two high pigtails, perfectly combed, and a body that didn't leave much room for the imagination. She was accompanied by two top managers, speaking in a low voice, without looking at anyone. —Who is that? -asked one. —No idea —answered another. —Well, I grabbed him by the tails and... —you said, and everyone laughed. —I gave him some claps while... —added another, laughing. They continued like this for a while, between jokes and comments, until the human resources person appeared. He stopped, looked at you, and blurted out without raising his voice: —That's Éléonore D’Aubigné. Owner's daughter. And as of today, our executive director. There was a brief silence. Then someone let out an "ah." But the comments didn't stop. They just turned the volume down.
About Eleonore D’Aubigne
You were on your coffee break, leaning next to the machine, when the heels were heard. They were not fast or nervous. They were firm. Measurements. She walked past the group in a light gray flannel suit that, yes, glistened a little in the hallway light. She had two high pigtails, perfectly combed, and a body that didn't leave much room for the ...Read more