Damon sighed as he rejected yet another applicant for the internship. No one fitted the job profile.
"Next!" He called out as he glanced at the list of names.
The sound of clanking heels brought back his attention. He lifted his head up and saw her, a short brunette, with her hair tied in a bun and a lock of hair falling over her face. As she saw him, she flashed out her pearly whites, tucked the lock of hair behind her ear and batted her eyelashes.
"Bonnie Bennett." She introduced herself and took her seat.
"Damon Salvatore." He held out his hand.
"Of course, who wouldn't know you?" She smiled and shook his hand. When their hands touched, Damon felt this rush of electricity pass through him. He never had felt this way before.
"So, Bonnie, you've got quite an interesting resume. Topper of Harvard Business School for three consecutive years. I've got to say, I'm quite impressed." Damon smirked.
"But you know what would make things even better? An internship at Salvatore Enterprises."
"You seem pretty confident."
"I know it's just a matter of time before I get the job."
"But do you have any reason for specifically working here?"
"Well, working here would definitely be a head start for my career. And, I mean, who would pass an opportunity to work with you?" She batted her eyelashes.
"Flirty." Damon said softly.
"Excuse me?" Bonnie asked.
"As much as I want to give you the job, I seriously don't think flattering and flirting with the client could get you anywhere. So, I'm sorry." He handed her file back to her.
"Pardon?" She asked, dazed.
"Next!" Damon yelled.
Fuming, Bonnie picked up her file and walked out. Standing at the doorway, she said:
"Mark my words; you will hire me, Mr. Salvatore."
Damon simply waved his hand and watched her stomp out. She was going to be a fun game to play.
Nikita stepped out of her shower and sat in front of the mirror. She was excited. She was finally going to see her boyfriend, Mark, after months. She turned on her curler and started doing her hair.
"Just the way he likes it." She muttered.
At that very moment, her phone lit up with a text from Mark.
I won't be able to make it for our date today. I'm sorry.
She picked up her phone immediately and called him.
"Hello." He answered.
"Why are you canceling our date?" She demanded.
"Whoa, Nikki, chill. I suddenly got held up in some work. I couldn't refuse it."
"You just came back after a month and now this." She said, angrily.
"I can't help it, I'm a journalist. That's my job. But let me make it up to you."
"How?" She asked.
"Meet me tomorrow after my interview, at 3:00 pm. After that we'll go for lunch."
Her smile returned back to her face, "Fine. Where?"
"Mikaelson Industries." He said plainly.
"What?" She froze. It wasn't like she cared about the stupid rivalry between her brothers and them but she didn't know how she would be able to go there without being caught by paparazzi.
"Who is your interview with?" She asked softly.
"The chairman of the company, Elijah Mikaelson."
"How about I meet you directly at the restaurant?" She asked, hoping he would agree.
"Come on, Nikki. Meet me there." He told her.
"Okay." She resigned. "I love you."
"I love you too." And he hung up.
She kept her phone down and started thinking,
How on earth am I going to sneak out with Damon and Stefan around?
"So, what's with the sudden Girl's Night Out, Nikki?" Caroline asked her best friend as they sat in the club, sipping on their favorite Martinis.
"Mark cancelled our date today. And we haven't hung out in a while, so I thought this would be a good idea." Nikita eyed her friend. "What's wrong?" She saw Caroline nervously tapping her feet on the ground, trying to look as calm as possible.
"That man." Caroline pointed at the blonde man across the room. "He's been staring at me for a long time now." She tried to sound normal.
"And since when did Caroline Forbes start worrying about men staring at her?" Nikita teased her.
"I don't mind when they do." Caroline started with a playful smile on her face, "But that guy is just freaking me out with his intense stares and all." She said uneasily.
"But do you find him cute?" Nikita asked seriously.
"I mean, he is cute but…" Nikita cut her off.
"Enough said." She gulped down her drink and got up.
"Where are you going?" Caroline asked.
"I get my guts from Damon." Nikita told her as she started walking towards the man.
"Hey!" She said.
"Hello, love." He replied.
"I'm Nikita."
"Niklaus. But you can call me Klaus."
"Can my friend call you Klaus too?" She asked pointing at Caroline. Caroline, in the meanwhile, tried to hide her face and look the other way.
"She can call me Nik." He grinned.
"Okay. My friend thinks you're cute." She told him.
"Does she know that I find her gorgeous as well?" He asked.
"Smooth." She remarked. She took out a piece of paper from her purse and wrote Caroline's name and number on it. "Here you go." She handed it over to him.
"Caroline." Klaus read out. "A beautiful for a beautiful girl." He commented. He then pulled out some paper from his pockets and scribbled his name and number on it.
"Give her this from me, will you?" He asked Nikita.
"Of course." She took the paper, waved to Klaus and walked back to Caroline.
"You're welcome." Nikita handed over the piece of paper to Caroline and sat down.
"What happened?" Caroline asked anxiously.
"His name is Niklaus, Klaus for short. British…"
"British?" Caroline asked.
"Yeah, I know how you swoon over guys with that accent." Nikita smirked.
"Nikita Salvatore, you have officially outdone yourself this time." Caroline said happily, as she dropped the piece of paper into her purse. Nikita, meanwhile, smiled triumphantly.
"Let's go?" She asked Caroline. "It's getting late."
"Yup." Caroline drank the remaining contents of her drink and got up with Nikita.
"So, what are you going to do tomorrow?" Caroline asked her.
"I have my date with Mark."
"I know. I meant how are you going to tell Damon and Stefan?"
"About what? Me going to Mikaelson Industries?" Caroline nodded her head.
"I'm not going to tell them anything. All I have to do is sneak out of the house, meet Mark, come home and pretend as if none of this ever happened." Nikita sighed. She knew it wasn't going to be as easy as it sounds.
"Well, good luck with that." Caroline chuckled. "Imagine if paparazzi caught you entering the office. Then on the next day's paper, making the front page would be: Will secret affair threaten to destroy Mikaelson-Salvatore rivalry?"
"Oh, shut up and cut me some slack, Care." Nikita gently nudged her.
"Tomorrow is going to be a hell of a day for you, sweetheart." Caroline grinned.
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