Mini GTS Fiction

Over the next couple of years, Jake dedicated himself to his work. When Kat Moncada got promoted to a senior management position on the executive floor, Imani Reed was named as the new supervisor for Administrative Support Unit. She had selected Jake to be her administrative assistant, paving the way for his first promotion since returning to the company. He had become an integral resource for Ms. Reed, managing her schedule and workload with efficiency and precision. Meanwhile, Sarah continued to flourish in her role, achieving multiple promotions as her career trajectory soared.

Elsewhere, the twins were thriving during their fifth-grade year. Kelly was the most popular girl in their class, admired by students and faculty alike. At home, Jake found himself looking up to his daughter more and more, and not just because the top of his head no longer even reached the waistband of her pants. Kelly had a natural charisma that made others seek her approval, and a way of presenting her ideas that made them seem like the only sensible course. Klara and Jake both increasingly saw a future in politics for their daughter someday.

And Kyle had a new best friend who was coaxing him out of his shell a bit more. Over the summer, Ms. Reed’s younger sister Nadira had come to live with her while their mother took an important overseas assignment. When Jake and his boss realized that Nadira would be in the twins’ class, they had arranged a play date. Nadira and Kyle had clicked immediately, and now hung out together constantly. Nadira’s vivacity complemented Kyle’s quieter demeanor, and Jake was thrilled at how Nadira had coaxed out a more outgoing side of his previously reticent son.

One day, an unexpected opportunity arose to see the twins’ progress for himself. At the breakfast table, Klara let out an irritated groan after opening an email from school. “Angelica Livingston has scheduled the fifth grade career day for March 9th, right in the middle of my overseas trip to lay the groundwork for our European expansion. Jake, do you think you’d be able to go in my stead?”

The request caught Jake by surprise; in the past, Klara had always been the one to represent their family at such events; she was the one who stand tall, literally and figuratively, after all.

“It shouldn’t be a problem, Klara. I’m sure Ms. Reed will be speaking on Nadira’s behalf, so I’ll be able to catch a ride with her.”

Kyle looked excited by this development, but Kelly clearly wasn’t pleased.

“This sucks!” she exclaimed. “We’re probably going to be the only kids in the class with their dad showing up. It’s going to be so embarrassing!”

Klara looked at Kelly, her expression softening with empathy. She understood that, for Kelly, having her dad stand in on Career Day wasn’t quite the same as having Klara, a high-ranking executive, presenting a glamorous picture of a successful woman in the workforce.

“I know it’s not ideal, sweetie,” Klara began, reaching across the table to place a comforting hand on Kelly’s. “But sometimes life throws us curve balls, and we have to make the best of the situation. Besides, your dad will offer a different perspective on the workforce than all of the moms will.”

“Why can’t Aunt Sarah fill in instead?” Kelly demanded.

“My sister has a busy schedule, as you well know. And I’ll remind you that being an administrative assistant is a crucial role. I help Ms. Reed manage her schedule and workload efficiently,” Jake said with a half-smile, hoping to showcase the importance of his work.

Kelly rolled her eyes. “Dad, it’s not the same. Mom’s going to be in Europe, and you’ll be here, talking about… schedules and stuff. It’s not cool.”

Jake sighed inwardly, understanding that his job might not have the same glamorous appeal as Klara’s high-powered executive role. He decided to take a different approach.

Jake felt a mix of apprehension and determination as he looked at Kelly, trying to find the right words. “I get it, Kel. I’m not the high-flying executive Mom is, but I’ve been working hard and making progress at the office. It might not be as glamorous, but it’s important, and I want to share that with your class.”

Klara sighed, recognizing the limits of her daughter’s understanding. “Sweetie, Dad stepping in for Career Day is the best solution we have right now. You and Kyle will just have to make the best of it.”

As Career Day approached, Jake couldn’t shake a mix of nerves and anticipation. He had attended countless meetings and presentations at the office, but standing in front of a room full of fifth-graders was an entirely different challenge. It would also be his first time in a classroom with students since his days as a volunteer assistant.

On the morning of the event, Jake was wearing his best suit and tie, trying to exude an air of professionalism. When he and Ms. Reed left the office early to head to the school, Jake couldn’t help but notice the puzzled looks on the faces of his colleagues. He knew what they were thinking: What is a man doing going to career day?

As Jake and Ms. Reed arrived at the school, they were greeted by a flurry of activity. The hallways were adorned with colorful posters and decorations, a stark contrast to the spartan aesthetic at the office. And he remembered from his volunteering days how excited the kids got at any deviation from the normal routine.

Jake, feeling a bit self-conscious, followed Ms. Reed to the auditorium where the parents were congregating. He spotted a couple other men, but the crowd was overwhelmingly female. Once everybody had taken their seats, the headmistress addressed the assembled parents.

Agatha Steelgrave welcomed them with a warm smile. “Thank you all for taking time out of your busy days to share your experiences with our fifth graders. And is that Jake Mitty I see in the third row?”

Jake shifted uncomfortably in his seat as the headmistress called attention to him. It wasn’t that he disliked being recognized; rather, it was the tone in which Headmistress Steelgrave did it that rubbed him the wrong way. The comment about his presence felt more like a condescending observation than a genuine acknowledgment. He was already acutely aware of how he stood out like an undersized thumb in this sea of towering, accomplished women.

The headmistress continued her address, her gaze lingering on Jake as she spoke. “It’s always refreshing to have a male perspective on Career Day. I’m sure the children will benefit from his insights into the more… limited roles within the workforce.”

Once Headmistress Steelgrave concluded her welcome speech, the parents were directed to their respective classrooms. Jake followed Ms. Reed to the twins’ fifth-grade classroom. The excitement in the air was palpable as the parents lined up in front of the chalkboard. Jake quickly realized he was the only man present. And judging by their attire, all of the mothers had more prestigious jobs than he did. Even the construction worker displayed a raw strength and physical might that he couldn’t hope to match.

As Jake stood next to Ms. Reed at the front of the classroom, he noticed that many of the children’s curious eyes followed his every move even as the mothers ahead of him spoke about their careers. Kyle sat with an expectant smile, hopeful that his father would impress his classmates. On the other hand, Kelly slouched in her seat, her expression a mix of embarrassment and frustration.

Ms. Reed spoke directly before him. She looked stylish in her sleeveless black suit. Her poised demeanor accentuated her authority. As she began her presentation, she spoke eloquently about her role as a supervisor in the Administrative Support Unit. Her responsibilities ranged from overseeing complex projects to managing high-level meetings with executives. The children listened with wide eyes as she effortlessly conveyed the significance of her position.

“As the supervisor of the Administrative Support Unit,” she began, “I oversee a team of dedicated professionals who play a pivotal role in ensuring that the company has what it needs to function smoothly. This means making critical decisions; I’m often involved in strategic planning and have top-level responsibility for shaping the direction of my unit.”

She went on to describe the dynamic nature of her job, how each day brought new challenges that required quick thinking and adaptability. Ms. Reed’s speech painted a picture of a high-powered executive who held significant authority, someone who played an integral part in the organization’s success.

The mothers in the room listened with admiration, nodding approvingly at the dynamic career Ms. Reed was describing. The children, too, seemed captivated by Ms. Reed’s powerful presence. Kelly, in particular, stared at Ms. Reed with a mix of awe and envy.

Jake couldn’t help but feel a growing sense of self-consciousness. As Ms. Reed spoke, he became acutely aware of the contrast between her prestigious role and his own lowlier position as an administrative assistant. The discrepancy in authority and responsibility felt magnified in the classroom setting, especially with all of the judging eyes and eyes.

Jake could sense a shift in the room’s energy when it was his turn to speak, a subtle lowering of expectations. As the twins got up and took their place at the side of the classroom, Nadira lingered, offering Kyle and his sister moral support.

Jake took a deep breath, attempting to steady his nerves. “Hello, everyone. I’m Jake Tsai, Kelly and Kyle’s dad, and I report to Ms. Reed as her administrative assistant.”

He noticed some puzzled looks among the children, and paused as one of the girls in the class raised her hand.

“Yes?” he asked, pointing to the girl.

The girl stood up, and he found himself craning his neck to make eye contact with the much taller student.

“Aren’t you, like, a lot older than Nadira’s sister?” the girl inquired. “How is she your boss?”

Jake hesitated, momentarily caught off guard by the unexpected question. He glanced at Ms. Reed, who maintained a composed expression, neither confirming nor denying the implied age difference.

“Well, uh, that’s a good observation,” Jake stammered, trying to find the right words. “You see, age doesn’t always determine your position at work. It’s more about the skills and expertise you bring to the table.” 

The girl raised an eyebrow, clearly not satisfied with his response. “So, even though you’ve been working a lot longer, Ms. Reed got promoted over you because she’s just a lot more capable than you are?”

“Well, it’s not just about capability,” he began, choosing his words more carefully. “It’s also about leadership qualities.”

The girl nodded, a smirk forming at the corner of her mouth. “Yeah, I can see how it would be hard for someone as tiny as you are to be a leader.”

Jake felt a twinge of discomfort at the girl’s remark. He was accustomed to handling meetings and discussions in a professional setting, but facing a group of fifth-graders with unfiltered honesty was an unexpected challenge. Nor did it help that so many of the mothers in the classroom were struggling to contain their laughter at the girl’s pointed remark.

Trying to regain control of the situation, Jake pressed on. “Well, leadership comes in many forms. It’s not always about physical size. And every role has something to contribute to a successful workplace.”

A murmur of skepticism rippled through the classroom. Despite the unexpected challenge from the blunt fifth-grader, Jake continued to plow ahead, determined to salvage his presentation.

“Let me tell you about my role,” Jake continued, shifting the focus away from the uncomfortable topic. “As Ms. Reed’s administrative assistant, I play a crucial role providing the support she needs to do her job effectively. I manage schedules, coordinate meetings, and ensure that everything runs efficiently behind the scenes.”

He tried to infuse enthusiasm into his words, hoping to convey the significance of his responsibilities. Still, he couldn’t help but notice that the children’s attention seemed to waver. And the mothers’ reactions were particularly disheartening. Some exchanged glances that seemed to say, “Is this really all he does?” He felt a growing sense of frustration, mixed with rising panic.

“And you know what? Being an administrative assistant has its own set of challenges. I need to be organized, detail-oriented, and quick on my feet. It might not sound as exciting as what Ms. Reed does, but it’s a vital piece of the puzzle. “

Just when it all seemed to have gone off the rails, Nadira spoke up in support from the side of the classroom. “My sister has told me more than once that Jake — Mr. Tsai — is a real lifesaver for her.”

“That’s right,” Ms. Reed added. “He’s like the secret weapon of the office. I’m lucky to have him working for me.”

The room seemed to shift slightly in response to Ms. Reed’s supportive words. Jake felt a surge of gratitude towards his boss and her younger sister; their acknowledgment helped validate his role in the eyes of the children and their mothers.

Emboldened, Jake continued, “You see, every job, no matter how big or small, contributes to the overall success of the team. Whether you’re leading a project, managing schedules, or ensuring that everyone has the tools they need, it’s all part of making things work.”

Jake turned his attention to Kyle and Kelly. It was clear that Kyle was proud of his old man, even though Kelly still looked pretty disgruntled.

“And you know what’s the best part? I get to see the results of my work every day. When things run smoothly, it’s a win for the whole team.”

As he spoke, Jake could sense a subtle shift in the atmosphere. The children were listening more intently now, perhaps seeing a different side of the professional world—one that wasn’t just about corner offices and executive decisions.

He decided to wrap up his presentation on a positive note. “So, even though I might not have a fancy title, I take pride in what I do. And who knows, maybe one day some of you will find yourselves in roles that you never expected, doing important work that makes a difference.”

As Jake finished his speech, the room was filled with a mix of polite applause and curious gazes. The children seemed to be processing this new perspective on careers, while some of the mothers wore expressions that suggested a degree of reconsideration.

As the next parent started speaking, a pretty Hispanic woman who was an important federal judge, Jake was relieved to have the attention off of him.

As the career presentations continued, Jake couldn’t help but reflect on the diversity of roles and experiences being shared. From astronauts to physicians to dance choreographers, each parent offered a unique perspective on the professional world. The children, in turn, absorbed these diverse narratives, expanding their understanding of what it meant to have a career.

When the presentations concluded, the parents were invited to join their children for a small reception in the school’s cafeteria. Jake was gratified when many of the boys in the twins’ class approached him, genuinely interested in hearing more about his role as an administrative assistant.

“I didn’t know I could have a career too,” one told him, a thoughtful expression on the boy’s face.

On the drive home, Ms. Reed caught Jake’s eye in the rear view mirror. “You handled that well, Jake. It’s not easy being the lone representative of a less traditional role, but you made a real impact today.”

Jake appreciated Ms. Reed’s words, grateful for her support during a moment that initially felt like an uphill battle.

“You know, your dad is really cool,” Nadira said to Kelly in the middle row of the SUV, flashing a warm smile. “He might not be in the limelight, but he’s doing important stuff. Imani really depends on him.”

Kelly looked at Nadira skeptically. “Really?”

Nadira nodded. “Yeah! I mean, my dad just follows my mom around, doing whatever she tells him to. Your dad’s actually contributing to something.”

A small smile tugged at the corners of Kelly’s mouth. The realization that her dad’s work, though different from her mom’s, had its own significance began to settle in.

When the SUV came to a top in their driveway, Jake and the twins said their goodbyes to Ms. Reed and Nadira. As Kelly unlocked the front door, Jake let out a heavy sigh. The day had been a roller coaster of emotions for Jake. From the initial discomfort of being the only man in the room to the subtle shift in perception as he spoke about his role, he had navigated uncharted territory.

“I’m proud of you, Dad,” Kyle said with a genuine smile later that evening, breaking the silence that had lingered since they had begun preparing dinner together.

“Thanks, buddy,” Jake replied, as he put a pot of water on the stove to boil.

“I guess it wasn’t as bad as I thought,” Kelly added as she came in the kitchen to check on their progress. “You did okay, all things considered.”

Jake chuckled, appreciating Kelly’s straightforwardness. “Well, I’ll take an ‘okay’ from you as a win.”

“You still don’t get to go on cool trips for work like Mom does,” Kelly added, rather snarkily.

Jake just shrugged. “Hey, you never know. It could happen.”

And later that year, shortly after the start of sixth grade for the twins, it would.