"Have you got the recorder?" Bonnie asked for the hundredth time.
"Yes, here it is," I replied, showing her the recorder.
"Do you have all the questions?" she asked, looking at the notebook and pen I had in hand before grabbing her coat from the sofa.
"And do you know where you're going?" she asked nervously. I couldn't help but smile.
"Yes, I have a GPS and a four-point GPA. I'll figure it out," I assured her. She glanced at my outfit and asked,
"Are you seriously wearing that?" Slightly offended, I raised an eyebrow.
"Maybe less talking and more eating. How about that?" I suggested.
"Yeah, that can work," she agreed.
"Take care of yourself Bonnie Bennett and Don't worry, I've got this," I said, giving her a kiss on the forehead.
"Hey Care! I don't think your car will survive the trip, so take mine," she offered.
"Thanks, Bon Bon," I said, taking the keys, interview questions sheet, and digital recorder. I programmed the address into my cell phone and set off to see what was so special about this guy.
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As I drove the sleek black Mercedes down the wet streets of the highway, I focused on the task ahead - a crucial interview awaiting me in the city of Seattle. Passing through the towering buildings of downtown, I eventually arrived at the Mikaelson House. Parking directly in front, I grabbed my notebook and took a deep breath before entering the building. Approaching the reception desk, I was greeted by a stunning redhead woman.
"May I help you?" she asked kindly.
"I have a meeting with Mr. Mikaelson on behalf of Bonnie Bennett. My name is Caroline Forbes," I replied.
"Yes, I have a 1 o'clock appointment scheduled for Caroline Forbes," she said with a faint smile as she ran her long index fingers over a list of dates. She reached into a nearby basket and handed me a visitor badge.
"Mr. Mikaelson will see you now." Another redhead woman appeared behind me.
"This way please." as she motioned towards the doors.
I stood up, reminding myself not to stumble, and confidently walked towards the double doors. Come on forbes ,you got this.
Taking a deep breath, I pushed the doors open, but ended up tripping and falling flat on my face on the luxurious carpet. What a graceful entrance ,Care ! Damn it.
I feel gentle hands around me helping me. When I look up, I am captivated by his gaze. HOLY SHIT ! HE'S GORGEOUS, like greek god gorgeous.He is dressed impeccably in a dark grey suit with a white collared shirt and a black tie. His dirty blonde curly hair falls deliciously tousled around his face, and his warm dark blue eyes stand out against his pearl-white skin.
"Miss Bennett? Are you alright love?" Mr. Mikaelson asks as he helps me up. A strange, exhilarating sensation runs through me as our fingers touch, causing my cheeks to flush. His accent and dimples are both very alluring ,god what is happening to me!?
"Uh, I'm Caroline Forbes, Miss Bennett has the flu, so she asked me to fill in," I explained.
"I see. Are you studying journalism too?" he asked, looking me up and down.
"No, English literature. " I replied nervously.
"Would you like to have a seat, Miss Forbes? Perhaps something to drink?"
"Water would be great, thank you," I said, taking a seat on the couch.
Soon after, there was a knock at the door and my water was delivered to me.
"Will there be anything else, Mr. Mikaelson?"
"No, Olivia... thank you."
I noticed a large snowflake painting on the far wall that caught my attention.
"Do you like it?" he asked, not looking at me but at the painting.
"Yes, it's a beautiful snowflake," I replied.
"Is my work really that literal?" Mr. Mikaelson asked, his voice tinged with amusement masking his disappointment. He turned to look at me and I realized we were standing closer, I was becoming more distracted by his presence.
"Um ,I'm serious... there's something... lonely about it." I replied, struggling to put my thoughts into words. his accent and dimples were making my mind go blank.
"I'll take that as a compliment ." He responds in his softest accent causing me to blush, as he took a seat next to me .
Trying to push away any inappropriate thoughts clouding my mind, I focused on the task at hand. Unfortunately, my clumsiness returned as I struggled with the digital recorder, dropping it multiple times on the glass coffee table in front of me.
"Sorry" I mumble , embarrassed by my clumsiness.
"I should have asked before...do you mind if I record you?" I inquired.
"Miss Forbes, after all the effort you've put in to set up, how could I say no?" he replied, teasing me.
Rolling my eyes at his comment, I finally managed to set up the recorder. He leaned against his desk and looked at me expectantly.
"Ready?" I asked, attempting to hide my insecurity.
"Whenever you are," he smirked.
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Okay here we go,
