Ricardo Vega cannot find his earrings. They were on his desk thirty minutes ago, before he had gotten distracted in the cafeteria by a gaggle of interns getting into a fist fight over a racy comment one of them had made towards another. It had ended rather abruptly when they had realized the man standing in the background was none other than the CEO himself, and they had made themselves scarce as though that would mean he wouldn’t remember who they were. But regardless, his most expensive earnings seemed to have dissipated into the same void that had claimed his least favorite cuff links, his third favorite tie, and a mostly full (seventh) glass of scotch he was in the process of becoming better acquainted with.
“Christopher.” He called, voice barely rising above speaking volume. It only took a few seconds for the door to shick open, as though the personal assistant had been waiting just outside for such a summons. Ricardo didn’t look up, still absorbed in his quest. “Have you happened to have seen my-”
The CEO looked up and blinked.
Perched in the assistant’s ears were Ricardo’s most expensive earrings. The little gold and ruby balls stood out against Christopher’s ears and matched the gold tie pin that perched slightly above the center of his chest that had been a gift from Ricardo last May.
“Sir?” Christopher tucked a stray piece of hair behind his ear, and Ricardo swallowed. It was getting long again, meaning that Christopher had probably been too busy to get it cut. Meaning that Ricardo had probably been running him too hard again, and during a relatively quiet week as well. He made a mental note to fix that.
“Never mind.” The CEO replied, standing and dusting off his knees. Christopher would be left to puzzle over the eccentricities of his employer, but that was a common state for the assistant to be left in. “Lets get lunch. You can tell me everything I need to do today and gripe at me about how little I’ve accomplished.”
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