Not You Again
Chapter 6- Not You Again
"Hey Sugar," was Damon's reply to my prolonged silence. His eyebrows bobbed up and down in a cynical fashion and a familiar irritation flooded through me similar to that I felt during my high school days when he'd piss the hell out of me.
Before I could stop myself, I'd stepped forward and slapped him across my face, feeling a burning flare up on my hand as it made contact with his annoying albeit handsome face.
Damon looked taken aback and it took me a couple of moments to apprehend the fact that I'd slapped the big boss of my dream law firm. If that didn't get me kicked out of the interview, I didn't know what would. I waited for Damon to some big beefy security guards to get me taken off of the premises.
Surprisingly, Damon's lips twisted into his boyish high school leer, which was commonly the result of being amused about something. "Bonnie Bennett, you haven't changed a bit; you're hand is still as light as a feather," He replied. "Sit, sit," he added briefly once I'd stared at him for sufficient time.
I obeyed, perching down onto the seat in front of his giant desk. "I didn't mean to slap you…I just…you really really pissed me off," I explained, remembering that I wanted this job really and truly.
Damon grinned, "You really want to work here don't you, sugar lips?" He teased, his blue eyes naughty.
I couldn't help but roll my eyes at his inappropriate phrasing. I gulped however instead of rattling off the string of profanities like I really wanted to. So much. But I didn't because I really wanted to get this job. "I really want this job, Mr. Salvatore," I responded, lifting my chin and using my most formal tone of voice.
Damon smirked. "We're on a last name basis now, huh, MS BENNETT?" He stressed my name in a posh British accent and I held my hand close on my lap as not to slap him once again, which I had started to really want to do. I couldn't help it; the guy was infuriating.
"It's more professional and we are in a job interview, are we not?" I kept the same formal tone to my voice.
"Yes," Damon nodded and then looked at me in a scrutinizing manner that to be honest unnerved me greatly. After a few seconds, he grinned. "Okay, you can have the job but on a few conditions,"
I gasped, unable to believe that he'd given me the job just like that; willy nilly. I hadn't even showed him my CV or my previous work portfolio. I narrowed my eyes at him, "Really? Or are you screwing with me?" I demanded.
"If I was screwing you, you'd know," Damon winked and a blush colored my cheeks even though I was supposed to be used to his improper innuendos by now.
"Damon," I scolded, warningly, as I averted my gaze from his teasing azure eyes.
"No Mr. Salvatore?" Damon replied, a wolfish smile on his face.
I ignored his annoying question. "What are the conditions?" I asked, keeping my eye on the goal.
Damon looked as if he was thinking, placing his hand to his cheek Confucius style. I rolled my eyes and waited for him to speak, trying not to lose my temper again. It wasn't hard when such an irritating person was sitting in front of me, plotting more annoying things to annoy me with.
"Yes?" I asked, when he removed his hand from his cheek and grinned from cheek to cheek.
"Well, you have to do some certain things," Damon specified, wiggling his eyebrows.
"What certain things?" I hissed, annoyed at his ambiguity. Why didn't he just tell me what the heck the conditions or things he wanted were? I had a feeling they weren't going to be easy things to do.
"Well, I'll give you a task to do every single day," He explained to me.
"What's the first task?" I bit my lip, standing up and facing him.
"Well, you need to have a full makeover. I can't have someone dressed like that in my law firm. You need to look a bit… I don't know…sexier?" Damon raised his black eyebrows.
"Why?" I demanded.
"You look like you're dressed like a granny. What kind of a client wants to trust and depend on someone like that?" Damon asked me.
I grumbled a few swear words under my breath because I knew I was going to have to listen to him if I wanted the job.
"Do I have to?" I asked, as a last resort.
Damon nodded smugly. "Yes, if you want the job," He murmured, running a hand through his dark hair.
"Fine," I muttered, "What's the next thing?"
"Patience is a virtue," Damon said, grinning, and sounding very much like an old Chinese mystic or something.
"That it is," I responded, a frown on my face, as I stood up straight.
"You may leave now. Report to my office tomorrow with your new look and I'll give you all your employee thingy majigs," Damon said, and I wondered what kind of boss on earth said 'thingy majigs'.
I nodded, and I started out of the office before pausing. "Wait a minute, can I ask you something?" I put in.
"You just asked something but go ahead, BonBon," Damon teased, leaning back on his chair and placing his shoe clad feet on the table.
"How on earth did you get this job?"
"Well, my uncle, my mother's bro, passed away and he left it for me in his will. He had a sort of liking to me," He explained, an amused look on his face.
"Hmm, your uncle is Zach?" I asked.
Damon nodded. "Was. Do you have anything else you want to know? I have an important meeting with a corporate manager in 5 minutes…" He closed his eyes for a second sighing then opened them again.
"Good luck," I replied, politely, before holding the door open.
"Thanks, I'll need it," I heard him reply, and as I closed the door to Damon Salvatore's private office, I realized that this was probably the nicest thing he'd ever said to me.
"Vickie, get me some coffee from Starbucks! Pronto!" I heard him say through the intercom system to his secretaries. Vickie jumped up.
"Affirmative, sir," She responded, before she hurried out of the room.
"Bye girls," I said, as I walked out.
Anna looked up at me, her long dark hair tied in a ponytail. "Did you get the job, Ms. Bonnie?" She asked, nicely.
"I'm not sure," I said, because I didn't want to jinx it.
Anna nodded, and smiled. "I wish you all the best," She responded, before she went back to scribbling something down in her notebook.
I waved at her and walked out of the office and towards the main desk again, through the bustling hallway filled with employees and clients. I walked past Alaric who was still sitting on the main desk and who winked at me as I left. I left 'Better Vantage', a good feeling in my stomach. If only I could get the 'makeover' Damon wanted, I'd have the job in the bag.
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I was sipping a soothing cup of tea when my doorbell rang. I got up, placing the tea on the coffee table in front of my beige colored couch and walked over to the door. My zany blonde friend was standing there clad in a tie dyed pink and white oversized shirt and a pair of hot pink leggings. She grinned as I opened the door for her.
"Bonnie Bon! How did the job interview go, babe?" She exclaimed, sitting down onto the couch, and taking a sip of my tea. She made a face. "No sugar?"
"I don't like sugar except on my coffee," I admitted, amused at her strange behavior. "And it went okay… except for the fact that my boss turned out to be someone I knew from High School," I said, taking my mug of tea into my hands and sipping from it.
"Oooh, that must have been awkward," Caroline admitted, but then she smiled. "When will you know if you got it?"
"I've gotten it. But the boss says I have to have a makeover because I look too granny like apparently," I muttered, grimly.
Caroline laughed loudly, throwing her head back and sounding incredibly pleased. "That is kind of true, Bonnie Bon," She admitted.
"It's not! It's called dressing professionally. And stop calling me Bonnie Bon," I spoke, a grin on my face however. I couldn't stop the smile from spreading across my face; Caroline just amused me and made me all out happy.
"Professionally what? You look like my Grandma Marie on a bad hair day," She admitted, then laughed as if it was the funniest joke in the world.
"Ha ha, very funny Caroline," I replied, rolling my eyes at her.
"I know it is. Look, do you know where you can get some totally funky threads?" She asked.
"What?"
"Do you know where you can get some cute clothes to wear?" She repeated, sounding bored.
I shook my head after her translation. "No. I didn't have time to check out the clothes shops. I wanted to check Marie Claire and those other formal things out," I admitted.
"Those other BORING things?" She demanded, hands on her hips. "You'll never get the job like that. Okay, get up and get dressed and I'll take you shopping. I'll give you a 360 degree makeover, I promise," She exclaimed, eagerly.
"That's what I'm afraid of," I muttered, but I didn't stand up.
"What?" Caroline asked, not having picked up what I had said.
"Nothing. I said, that would be great, Care." I lied, getting up with my cup of tea.
"I'll wait here for you. It's a good thing today I finished work early for my jewelry display," She said, grinning at me and making me feel like that was supposedly a great honor.
"How lucky I am," I stated, humorlessly and Caroline burst out laughing again.
"You need a complete attitude makeover too, Bonnie Bon Bennett," She pointed out, "And guess what?"
"What?" I demanded, halfway to the kitchen to put the mug in the sink for later washing.
"I'm going to be the one to give them both to you," She exclaimed, a big smile on her face.
I sighed, knowing that with Caroline it wasn't going to be an easy journey, but it was definitely going to be fun. "Okay, I'm going to get dressed and then we'll head out," I promised her.
"I'll wait here. Can I watch TV?" She asked, gesturing to the remote that was on the coffee table. She pulled her legs up onto the couch and looked at the TV.
"Yes, Caroline," I grinned and she smiled back at me and turned it on. I hurried into my room to get dressed.
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15 minutes later, I was dressed in my 'funkiest threads' as Caroline would say. I was dressed in a knee length jeans skirt, a gray camisole and some gray platform shoes. I had a feeling Caroline was going to approve of my outfit. I headed out to her with my hair brushed out so that it was the silkiest and shiniest.
She flicked the TV off when she saw me and gave me a big thumbs up. "I like it! It still screams my mother but it's better than my grandma!" She admitted, coming over and giving me a big hug.
I rolled my eyes at her as she started to drag me out of the house. "This is going to be so much fun!" She exclaimed. I grinned at her and followed her down the stairs of our apartment building towards the waiting streets of New York.
A/N: I hope you guys liked this.. it was kind of short, I'll admit but I'm travelling and I don't have much time to write.
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Lily xx
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