Greta Simpson have had to rub her sweaty palms against her bodicon skirt more times than she could possibly count. The air conditioner in the place did nothing to cool her. Looking around the room everyone else looked calm and composed, some were busy on their phones while others were going through the files in their hands. No one could doze off or take a nap even though they had been there since 5:00am. She knew it was all an act though, everyone was just as nervous as she was, they were just better at hiding it.
Currently, Greta and four others were sitting outside the office of the CEO of Harry B&C
bedsheets and curtains
. The company's sales dropped by 10% this year due to some mishaps by the former personal assistant to the CEO who was spending his time in jail. Mr Brenden, former PA to the renowned Vincent Harry was bribed by some powerful forces dealing in drugs and illegal importation coupled with selling of dangerous weapons to release false transactions between them and Mr Harry.
The release of the false transactions to the public raised a lot of questions, all questioning Mr Harry's integrity. It barely took time before they were exposed and Mr Brenden was sent to prison but by then the damage had been done and the sales had come down from 50% of the world purchasing to 40%.
"Mr Gregory." A deep voice called making her flinch. The man with auburn hair and somehow wrinkled shirt got up from beside her and tried to smoothen wrinkles with his hands but to no avail, he soon disappeared into the room where the interview was held. It made Greta wonder what he went through for his shirt to be 'that' wrinkled. She knew just like everyone else that there was no way they'd pick him. She was right though, because not 5 minutes later Mr Gregory walked out with a sullen look, she couldn't help but feel a little hope though it was crushed when she retook in her fellow applicants.
She sighed as her eyes landed on the lady sitting directly in front of her, she didn't really know what they were looking for except the basics but if it was anything like the other companies she'd applied to, she knew that the Lady in front of her was going to be picked and she was going to be turned away.
The Blondie lady was in a shirt as tight as a corset which shoved her cup A breasts up so high she could swear she saw some perky nipples. Her skirt left Greta wondering how she walked in it, obviously the man beside the bimbo was thinking the same because she could almost see drool coming out of his mouth and that boosted bimbo's confidence because she puffed her chest out more till Greta was sure the buttons would pop open.
The voice was heard again, this time calling a Miss Devon.
The bimbo got up, sashaying towards the place of the interview and at the last minute, blowing a kiss to the man who was busy gawking at her booty.
However, Greta didn't pay attention to them, she was trying so hard to remember where she had heard the Devon name from. It definitely rang a bell.
5 minutes passed.
Then 10.
After waiting for 27 minutes to be precise, the booby miss Devon walked out. Despite using thrice the amount of time others used, there was a joyous smile plastered on her mouth, the lips which was surely surgically enhanced was red and wet, almost like she just finished a make out session.
Hold on.....a red and swollen lips after coming from the office most promiscuous bachelor.
It was a given, there was no way she'd get the job now.? Except if she managed to seduce Mr harry and somehow give him more pleasure than the Blondie had obviously given.
Why?
Why couldn't she get a normal job like a normal person without having to exchange spit with the CEO?
By the time her name was called, she had already made up her mind and with a deep breath, she entered into the office> hell.
She was met with a tantalizing smell immediately she entered the room, if it was another person who used that much perfume, it'd probably choke her but instead, the musky scent warned her of what was to come. Whispering to her that it wasn't too late to turn back.
But when had she ever listened.
Maybe she was the bimbo not the Blondie with the fake boobs and heels higher than her IQ.
"Come in,"
She shivered unwillingly at the coldness of the voice. She'd only seen Mr Harry in magazines and the many times the press got him on camera, but none prepared her for what she was about to face.
"Are you deaf or something?"? It was supposedly to be rude but the amused tone he used got her heart beating furiously against her chest. She hurriedly step away from the dark part which was caused by the wall of books situated directly I'm front of his office door.
She was not the type that got attracted to men easily infact her high school mates had thought she was gay but at that moment she knew she wouldn't be able to control herself from falling for him.
Maybe it was better if he rejected her.
"Sit!" He commanded.
She did so reluctantly and after avoided looking at him directly, she could see him from the corner of her eyes. He was studying her that was obvious and she saw his eyes narrow slightly. He straightened from his bent position only to resume his staring.
She couldn't have it anymore. She wasn't over confident but didn't have low self esteem either. She wouldn't let some guy reduce her Into a squirming mess just because he was the CEO of some company. It wasn't Like she'd get the job anyways.
She raised her head slowly and began to check him out too. He wasn't the only one with eyes after all.....
She began a list like she'd seen some of the girls do whenever the saw a handsome fellow.
Strong jaws - check
Straight nose - check
Tousled hair - check
High cheek bones - check
Plump lips - check
Dimples - check
Firm butt -
she hadn't seen it yet but she could tell it was definitely a check
Is there anything faulty in this guy?
"Why should I employ you as my personal assistant." She was taken aback by his question. She had been to countless interviews but none had ever asked her a question like that. It was as if he? believed she couldn't do the job. Like she was incapable. That infuriated her.
She should have known. Mr Harry was unlike other employers. He knew exactly what he was doing, he was a manipulator. that she could tell.
"No reason I guess, after all you've already chosen Miss Devon. I wonder if you'd ask me that question if I came here with a full display of my properties." She was satisfied with her comment. Why couldn't she give him a piece of her mind if he wasn't going to employ her anyways.
"Not like there would be anything to see." He muttered and snickered.
She boiled. Nobody dared insult her babies.
"Anyways, as you've clearly found out that there's no hope for you as my personal assistant, I have another job offer if you want."
She considered saying no just to spite him but reconsidered. If she left here without a job she would starve and her brother.......
"And what might that be?" She asked while her mind was wondering. Can it be good.
"You be my baby mama, carry my baby in your womb."
Greta stood up, stretched across the desk, slapped him hard And stalked out of his office.
How dare he?
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F.A.Akanbi.
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