Zachary Goode sat on his desk at the twenty-first floor of the Blackthorne Building. His hands were knotted, his eyebrows were knitted and he was very much in concentration as he stared at the fifth resume he had had for the past few days. It all started when his most recent assistant, Tina Walters tried to seduce him. Ever since then, he had four people applying and being interviewed, trying to get the job, with no such luck.

A week earlier:

"Ms. Walters, please bring in the files Mr. Newman gave you." Zachary said, pushing the button to the intercom connected to his assisstant's office outside his own. "Will do, Mr. Goode." Replied Tina from the speaker. She came in sauntering, holding papers in her hands with way too much eagerness, Zachary thought. She was wearing a very tight fitting black pencil skirt, a red blouse that had WAY too much buttons opened at the top and four-inch stilletos. Her hair was in curls and they bounced as she made her way towards his desk. "Here you go, Mr. Goode." She said, handing the papers and leaning a bit too low for Zach's liking. If you wanted to ask, he didn't particularly enjoy the view. After all, Zachary Goode was used to being jumped at girls. Who wouldn't want one of the richest and youngest people on earth? Plus, he's been part of the Sexiest Men Alive for three consecutive years. His ranking? One.

"Thank you, Ms. Walters. You can leave now." Zachary said, gesturing towards the door. Tina went her way, but surprised Zachary when she closed the door and started unbuttoning her blouse, making her way back towards Zachary. "What the hell are you doing?!" Zachary cried, outraged while backing away. "You know you want me Zachy.." She purred. "To hell, I don't." He says, pushing her away. He grabs his phone, dialing 1. "Security. I need security here on the twenty-first floor. NOW! Yes, right now!" The security didn't arrive until five minutes later. That five minutes consisted of Zachary running away from Tina at his office; around and around and around while Zachary kept shouting, "Get away from me! While Tina shouted, "YOU KNOW YOU WANT ME! Then Zach retorting, "I Fucking Don't! He had an athletic build so it wasn't easy chasing him in Tina's case. When the security finally arrived, they carted off a topless and panting Tina with an outraged Zachary throwing her her blouse and saying, "You're fired."

After that, he had asked Ms. Rebecca Baxter, the head of the HRD, to give him a new assistant. So far, he had four applicants for the last four days, none which met his standards.

Day1- Rachel Peters

Rachel Peters was a decent woman, wearing black slacks, a white blouse and heels. She had red hair that ended on her waist. The first time she entered the office, Zachary thought she had finally found someone decent to assist him in all his work. He started checking the mental checklist in his head:

1. Is decent looking.

2. Does not jump on me.

3. Does not stare at me with an open mouth for more than 10 seconds.

4. Makes an excellent coffee.

She only passed the first one. When she entered his office, she started squealing and saying, "OH MY GOSH!" While fanning her face. After that, she was out.

So far, the four girls he had interviewed, (a redhead, a blonde, a brunette and a dark haired girl) only passed the first one. He was really starting to get annoyed. He knew, of course, that he was good-looking but was his beauty really THAT distracting?

"Mr. Goode, Ms. Morgan is here right now." Ms. Baxter's voice startled Zachary from his thoughts. He eyed this applicant's resume again, staring at it intently. She had an impressive record, after all. (After the incident, Zach kept a good background check on every applicant.) Plus, she was clear.

Name: Cameron Ann Morgan

Age: 23 years old

Hometown: Roseville, Virginia

Educational background:

A graduate from the Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women.

A Gallagher Girl? Zachary never thought that he'd have a Gallagher Girl working for him. Eager to meet the girl, he tells Ms. Baxter to let her in. The door opens and he stares at the sight before him.

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Cammie Morgan sat down on her seat, nervously waiting. Why she had applied for this job, she wasn't so sure. Oh, wait, she was. She recently had a fight with her rich mother from Roseville. Wanting nothing to do anymore with her, she went here in New York, living with her friend Macey McHenry. She needed a job and a fast one. So when she saw a vacancy here in Blackthorne Enterprises, even as someone's assistant, she quickly went her way.

She met a really nice girl called Liz at reception that told her to sit down and wait. After fifteen minutes of waiting, she finally went up the twenty-first floor, where she will be interviewed. Another five minutes of waiting and chatting with the HRD head, Rebecca Baxter, a really nice capuccino skinned girl, she was called to meet the man she will be assisting. IF she gets the job, that is.

When she entered the room, she expected a podgy man in his late forties. Not this.

Gorgeous messy brown hair. Dark eyes. A well-defined jaw. Broad shoulders. He was wearing a black polo but the sleeves were rolled up and black jeans. You can see the outline of his body on his clothes. Muscular with abs. Cammie felt that she wanted to faint. A god was standing in front of him. Looking this good had to be illegal right? Yet, she kept her face impassive, giving nothing away. But secretly, her body burned with desire.

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For the first time in Zachary Goode's life, his mouth was hanging open. The girl who entered had straight blonde hair tied in a messy bun with a few strands falling on her delicate face. She had bright blue eyes and small pink lips. She was wearing a white ruffled blouse with a black blazer on top, a black pencil skirt that reached her knees, showing off long, tanned legs and black heels. She had an amazing figure. Looks decent, check! Zach said in his mind. She stares at him for five seconds, her face impassive. Does not jump on me, check! Does not stare at me with an open mouth for more than 10 seconds, check! She doesn't even stare with an open mouth. All she needed was the last one. He gulps and says, "Good morning, Ms. Morgan. Please take a seat." She raises her eyebrows but says nothing sitting in front of him, crossing her legs. "Good morning, Mr. Goode." Her voice was soft and sexy at the same time and even Zachary knew that she wasn't the very least trying. How can she freaking do that? He smiles his million-dollar smile at him. "Are you ready to start?" He says, sounding in control and making the question sound very intimate. He liked control, after all. She smiles at him and he feels something inside of him: desire. He wanted her, he realized.

"Of course."

A/N: Comments, suggestions and other stuff such as questions will be highly appreciated. I love you all.

-Tris