Trevor Crowley: American Golden Boy

By Daniel Riopel

Enjoy this hilarious spoof of Corporate America as you follow the exploits of a privileged Golden Boy as he discovers how Corporate America works (and doesn't).

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Jul 12, 2013
• ISBN: 9781304226181

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Trevor Crowley: American Golden Boy

Trevor Crowley

American Golden Boy

Copyright © 2013 Daniel E. Riopel

All Rights Reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-304-22618-1

Forward

I hope you enjoy the spoof of Trevor the Golden Boy in his foray into the peculiar environment that is corporate America. Except for a few imaginings, the concoction that follows was ground from the ingredients that I experienced from my decades in the business world.

If you have interest in what management is actually supposed to be, read my non-fiction book Fundamentals of Systems Management.

Dan Riopel

April 2013

Chapter 1 Trevor Gets His Job

Trevor steered the new BMW slowly into the McFreeble and Associates parking lot, drumming the top of the steering wheel anxiously, energized with anticipation of the new direction his life was taking. Uncle Linus had arranged his assignment with McFreeble to start upon Trevor's return from Nassau, the honeymoon memories intruding upon his concentration, as he tried to locate the parking space that he understood to have been assigned to him.

And there it was, with the name Trevor Crowley freshly painted on the curb. He pulled into the spot, alongside a burgundy Jaguar coupe, and turned off the engine. Taking a deep  breath, he luxuriated in the aroma of the new leather, looking around the interior of the BMW with delight. Uncle had delivered the car to Trevor's new house only Saturday, slapping Trevor on the back and congratulating him on his advancement in his career.

It was only natural for Trevor to have received his MBA from Stoney Ridge University, as all Crowley men had for more years than he could imagine. He had many enjoyable recollections from Stoney Ridge to savor. From the parties at the fraternity house, the weekends at Lake Fletcher with Steve at his parents' vacation home, the pranks on campus, the fake fire alarm in the middle of the night at the girls' dorm, ah, life was good. He couldn't remember the classes, but he was sure he got his diploma. All Crowley men received their diplomas, his father had explained. It had something to do with the tuition, whatever that was.

But here he was in his new BMW. He fondly remembered his first BMW, a black beauty he received for his 16th birthday. It was replaced by a new white one when he first went to Stoney Ridge after high school. He didn't know what happened to the black one. One day it was there, and the next day gone, when the white one suddenly appeared. He wondered where BMWs came from.

Trevor looked into the rear view mirror, ensuring that his tie was cinched up properly, and that his hair was in place. He examined his rakish good looks, as his mother told him that the ladies always said about him behind his back. Six feet tall, dark sandy hair, well sculpted nose. Perfect smooth complexion. Ready to conquer the world. He opened the car door, grabbed his coat from the rear seat, and walked towards the entry.

The entrance to the McFreeble building was an imposing green marble, with the words McFreeble & Associates in gold lettering imprinted over the doors. He proudly walked into the building, and approached a young woman seated behind an enormous long desk. She wore her black hair long and parted neatly down the middle. Trevor noticed that her satin turquoise dress matched her eyes, and observed a gold colored N on a golden chain as he was admiring her bosom.

Good morning. I'm Trevor Crowley,  announced Trevor.

Yes, we've been expecting you, sir, responded the receptionist, I'll call someone to let you into the building.

The receptionist, named Nicole if her name badge was correct, punched a few numbers on her phone and announced, Mr. Crowley is here at the front desk, Nancy.

Nicole set the receiver down and announced that someone would be there shortly. A few moments later, a large door opened and a young woman with a name badge designating her as Nancy walked through, and approached Trevor.

It's such a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Crowley. My name is Nancy, and I will escort you to your new office and get you started. I have a temporary pass card for you to use to get into the building until we get you a permanent one with your picture on it. Please follow me. 

Trevor dutifully trod after Nancy, riveted to the sway of  her behind, fascinated with the swoosh of her long crimson dress. Nancy had short brown hair, parted in the middle. Her stiletto heeled shoes clicked on the marble floor, and Trevor noticed that she stepped with one foot in front of the other, resulting in a sashaying, side to side movement of her entire body.

With this introduction to his new place of employment, Trevor was swept into the bowels of the McFreeble building, ready to begin his latest chapter in his so far perfect life.

Sue, it's Nicole. He's here.

Who's here?

The latest golden boy. He's cute.

Don't get any ideas, Nicole. I heard that he just got married. Some kind of arranged thing with a girl from some zillionaire family. He's another Crowley, like his uncle who's on the board. They think that they own the world.

But he's cute.

Oh, I see what you mean. He just walked past my cubicle. We can talk more at lunch, Nicole.

And here is your office, Mr. Crowley. I will bring over the HR forms for you to sign. They're in my cubicle. By the way, I have been assigned your administrative assistant for the time being, if that is acceptable to you. My cubicle is just outside your office. Please make yourself comfortable in your new office, and I'll be right back.

Trevor turned and faced his new office, noticing the name plate reading Trevor Crowley, Vice President was already installed. He entered the office and made a sweep of the interior. On his left was a new maroon leather couch, accompanied by a coffee table in front, and a small end table to its left. He viewed a large wooden