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Okay so this is a new story i'm working on I hope you guys like it. Enjoy and review! :) and Don't worry I'm still going to continue Austin the Menace this is just something I've really wanted to do so yeah haha ENJOY! :D
My blood pressure was rising and my fingers were slightly shaking. Somehow I still managed to stand as the young, very attractive woman called my name. I stood and made my way over to her desk, my black heels clicking against the floor as I moved along.
" is ready for you." She paused and smiled. "Just go down the hallway here, and make a left. You will see a door with Mr. Moon on it. I'm sure you'll know what to do from there." She smiled and he eyes went back down to her computer screen.
By the time I had made my way to his office my heels were already putting my feet in pure agony. The sooner this interview is over, the better. I breathed in, and brought my knuckles to the door and gave it a soft two knocks, waiting with patients, and a whole bunch of nerves. I heard a deep, mature voice call out to me telling me to enter. I wrapped my fingers around the doorknob and gently opened the door, tripping over my own feet and falling head first into the door. Gaping, a hear a gasp and watched as a young flawless man pushed away from his chair and stood up.
"Are you alright?" he asked me. I looked up, my answer getting caught in my throat as this glorious man stood in front of me. His hair golden blonde, his perfect complexion complemented his soy brown eyes so perfectly. And to his clear amusement, his lip twitched as he sat back down.
"Please, have a seat." He motioned to the chair and then to the door. "And please, close the door behind you."
I bit my lip, I just had to fall into this mans office…I mean literally fall. Before I sat down I soothed my palms over down the back of my black pencil skirt and sat crossing my one ankle over the other. With the black heels and black pencil skirt I wore a white lace flower top that was tucked into my skirt. This is definitely not the way I dress, but for a job interview that is an exception.
"So—" he began, " , correct?" he asked pointing a finger at me and leaning back in his chair.
I nodded as his eyes scanned me down like I was a piece of paper will small words printed onto the paper in an unreadable font. I shifted in my seat and tugged my skirt a little down my leg and I watched from the corner of my eye as his lip twitched.
" , is there any specific reason you are interested in this job?" he leaned up in his chair and pulled out a file that was placed on top of his desk, buried underneath other files. I went on about how I found out about this job and why I wanted it, but his mind only seemed to be concentrated on the paper in his hand as if I wasn't even in the room. Well, he definitely acted like I was in the room, but that's it. Only me, not my words.
"And what are you looking to work here for? What position?" he asked tossing the paper onto his desk and bringing his arms around his head, once again leaning back in his chair watching me with his soy like eyes.
"Assistant." I kept it short this time. One simple answer, he wasn't listening before so why make an effort now? Because you're future of a job is on the line you dumb—I mentally kicked myself. My inner conscience always comes out at times like this and yells at me when I doubt myself, or in this case when I don't try hard enough.
"Really?" he went on, "Because I'm currently looking for an assistant Miss. Dawson. And I may have just found one." His lips curled up as he slightly leaned up in his seat, his eyes looking straight through mine, nowhere else. Not even twitching to the slightest sounds. "So tell me…how old are you?"
"20." Another simple answer to his simple question, but I felt more needed to be pronounced. "I'll be twenty one this Friday. I hope it won't be an issue that I'm only 20…"
"No, not at all. You're over eighteen now aren't you? So we have no problem." For some reason I seeked his age, but he is interviewing me, I'm not interviewing him. He looks so young and gorgeous, he has to be around 23-24, but some of his facial expressions make me want to assume he could be 28-29. But then that gorgeous young looking man keeps creeping back to me.
He began telling me what he would want me to do for him, simple things. Fetch him coffee, make copies of papers when he asks. But his tone changed, a more serious tone echoed through his sexy sleek voice.
"One thing is most demanding. When I need you, you must come. No ifs, ands, or buts about it." I nodded. I don't see why he would need me, but he's the boss.
"I may even need you early in the morning, when I ask, you must come."
"How early?" I managed slip out of my roped up tonsils.
"Whenever I call. Maybe four, six…you'll see why when that time comes." And then a silk, sleek smirk came across his flawless young face.
