Alright, so um this is the second part and I think it sucks so please review, don't forget. And tell me how you like it!
Nick's POV's.
That girl. That girl had left me day dreaming about her. I wonder if I'd get to see her again. I mean, I did get her number but that would seem.. desperate. I brushed the feeling away, as I walked into my office and sighed. I walked over to my desk just as my assistant came in. "Need anything?" She asked and I shook my head, dismissing her.
Miley's POV's:
"Where are my earrings, where!" I looked everywhere in my room and could not find my pearls. I was starting to freak out when I realized they were in my ear. Really, Miley? Really? I cursed myself and grabbed my keys walking out my apartment and locking it. I got in my car and drove to the building where I had my interview at. I sighed as I pulled up to the parking lot, and parked my car next to a very familiar car. I've seen this car before, but where? I couldn't seem to remember so I let it go. I walked in and saw a lady in the front desk. "Hi. I have an interview with Mr. Jonas today," I said, she quickly cut me off, "Take the elevator, 6th floor, and you're there." I nodded and walked to the elevator, I pressed 6 and waited. I got the floor and saw another lady in a desk, I walked up to her and sighed. "I have an interview with Mr. Jonas," I said as she looked up at me and down at her computer, looking for something, "Miley Stewart?" I nodded and she led me back in to the office to let me sit down in a bench. What office has a bench in it? Seriously.
Nick's POV's:
"Your two o'clock is here," I heard my assistant call out. "Let her in," I said while inspecting my computer to search who the women was, and just as she walked in. I realized who it was. Miley. Miley, the girl who I had been day dreaming about. "Uh, Miley?" I saw her nod and she looked surprised, "Nick? You work here?" "Yeah, I own this company." "Right." "Uh, please sit down."
Miley's POV's:
It was him. The guy with a beautiful lock of hair and chocolate brown eyes. He owned the company. No wonder why he had a Ferrari. I sat down and looked at him, and let a small smile slip into my lips. He smiled back at me, wow he's adorable. "Uh, so I'm guessing you want the job as the secretary?" A/N: ? "Yep. I need the job and well I saw the ad in the newspaper, so uh, I thought, why not?" Newspaper? Really? Could I be more lame? "Um.. There wasn't an ad in the newspaper.." He said softly, as he raised his eyebrow. Shit. "Oh." "Just messing with you," he said with a laugh and I shook my head. "Evil much?" I giggled and brushed it away quickly. "Why should I let you have this job?" "Well, I will do my best to live up to your conditions, and I will try to be responsible and well, do my job." Really, Miley? How lame can you be? "Alright, well your resume looks pretty good so, uh, all I have to do is ask you these next few questions." I nodded as he started to ask away.
Nick's POV's:
I asked the usual questions I would to any new employee, or person applying for a job. And to be honest, she did a pretty good job on them and she has the potential. I just can't get my finger on why she was drunk that night. I brushed the thought away, as I opened my mouth to speak. "Well, Ms. Stewart, you start Monday at 8 A.M sharp. Don't disappoint me." She nodded and had a big grin on her face, she's adorable. Wow. "You won't regret it, Mr. Jonas! Thank you so much!" She exclaimed as she stood up to shake my hand, as I did. And we shook hands. Her hands were soft. Like a babies. Nick, snap out of it. I watched her go, and sighed as I went back to my usual paper work.
Miley's POV's: Oh my fucking gosh. I got it. And I still can't believe it was the guy from the other day. That's embarrassing. I got in my car and decided I had to go grocery shopping, so I drove to the nearest grocery store. I got out of my car and locked it, as I walked into the store. I got my fruit, my usual stuff. My pack of water, and everything. I went to the movies aisle and looked through to find a good, or rather interesting movie. I found one and reached for it just another pair of hands reached it too. "I, uh, sorry." I said as I looked up to the guy. It was him. Fuck my life. "I, uh, Miley." "Liam." "Um, I've been meaning to talk to you." "Have you?" "Let me talk please?" "Fine. You can come to my apartment at 8." I said as I turned on my heel and walked to the cashiers.