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Chapter 2

Chloe's P.O.V.

"Just my luck," I mumbled under my breath, but loud enough for my interviewer to notice me and turn around.

"Oh it's you. The lady who crashed into my car." The man said after the initial look of surprise faded from his face.

I scrunched my face up as I groaned, rubbing my eyes. "Yeah, that's me. Listen, I'm sorry about earlier, I was in a rush to-to get here."

He looked at me expressionlessly. "Well, let's begin Miss," He glanced down at the file in front of him, "Saunders. Have a seat." He gestured towards to chair in front of his desk as he sat down in his own luxurious, black chair.

Closed my eyes as I slumped into the comfy chair. I had already blown it because of this morning. God, could I be more of an idiot?

I glanced down at the man's nameplate on his desk, Derek Souza. "Nice to meet you." I said apprehensively to him, extending my right hand.

He looked at the hand and reached forward and shook it swiftly. "We've already met."

"Right, but it wasn't a very agreeable meeting, was it?" I said, trying for humor, clearly not my forte.

"Obviously not. I haven't gotten a chance to look at your résumé yet because I arrived late this morning. This will only be a moment."

I swallowed nervously and looked around the large office. There were several large windows, displaying the beautiful view of Manhattan below. The office seemed very plain though, white bare walls with minimum black furniture, not very inviting.

He cleared his throat as he put down my résumé, bringing my attention back to him. "Impressive."

"Thank you," I squawked nervously.

"So," He said, swiping his black hair out of his face, making his startling beautiful green eyes more visible. "Why would you like to work here?"

"Yeah, well, I hope to aspire to the movie making industry and I was hoping while I worked here I could get a taste of screen-writings and begin to write some successful ones of my own."

He watched me carefully. "Well, that's a way you could do it." He muttered sarcastically.

I narrowed my eyes as he looked down to the papers in front of him and kept my mouth closed.

"You should know, this interview is for a position as my assistant, not an editor." Derek Souza said dryly, making me feel insignificant.

"I aim highly." He raised an eyebrow as I said that.

"I supposed that is your greatest and weakest point?"

"Ambition?"

"Yes."

"Actually, my weakest point is that I tend to be stubborn."

"I could probably guess that by this morning."

The interview continued for nearly fifteen more minutes, going smoothly for the most part.

"Thank you Miss Saunders, that'll be all."

I nodded. "When should I expect to receive the call as to whether or not I got the job?"

He observed my closely. "There were multiple applicants for this job, I shall get back to you when I have finished interviewing everyone."

My cheeks flushed as I nodded again. "Thank you very much. Oh, and thanks for the referral for my car."

I then walked out of room and down the long corridor to the front desk where Tori sat behind, typing aimlessly on the computer.

"Excuse me, how many people did you say applied for this job."

She looked up in disgust. "I told you, only one other girl. You're the last. Honestly, are you deaf or something?"

I smiled to myself and walked off. He had lied; maybe I had an opportunity after all.

I walked off to my car and took another swig of my coffee as I set my bag in the passenger seat. I went shuffling around in my bag until I noticed I had left my resume in his office. I exhaled as I stepped out of my car to get my résumé.

I walked into the building to find the front desk completely empty, I decided to take my chances and fetch my item by myself and walked down to his office. His large door was wide open.

I knocked hesitantly on the door, there was no response. I pushed the door open even further and peered inside, no one was in there. I quickly ran over to his desk and scanned the area for my résumé.

I found it and grabbed it in success and prepared to leave as my eyes caught something written in messy handwriting.

Rachelle Rogers- Interviewed for position as assistant

Chloe Saunders- New Assistant

I nearly gasped. I got the job. I was overjoyed but I knew I would have gotten caught if I stayed there any longer so I walked quickly to the door, grinning widely.

My foot caught on the doorway and I went tumbling down, expecting to hit the ground but instead connected with a wall of flesh and a loud yelp.

My eyes flew open as I took in what was in front of me. Derek Souza in a soaking wet dress shirt stained with coffee. His gorgeous green eyes were wide with a mixture of shock and anger.

"Oh-oh! I am s-so so-sorry! Are you okay?" I asked my heart beating loudly in my chest.

"Leave," He muttered quietly to me, as he glared harshly.

"I-I'll buy you a new shirt! I'm so sorry!"

"Out!" He roared. I blinked and fled the room, hearing cursing behind me.

One week later.

"At least you have a job, Nate." I said with a laugh.

"Oh please, my boss is the worst person imaginable! She threatened to send Brianna home early for chewing gum in her office!" My close friend exclaimed.

"What?" I said with a laugh. "She sounds like a really strict teacher."

He and I were at a small café near he worked during his lunch break.

"She's not even hot. She forgot to bleach her mustache this week." I heard him mutter to himself as my phone rang in my purse.

I held up my finger, signifying him to pause as I answered the phone. "Hello?"

"Miss Saunders?" A deep voice sounded through the phone.

"Yes. Who is this?" I asked, taking a bite of my cookie.

"This is Derek Saunders, from the Editorial Firm. You got the job."

Needless to say, I choked on the cookie.

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