CHAPTER THREE
•BRIANNA•
I sat for about fifteen minutes before I was finally called upon. I got up, straightened my clothes, and walked into the office.
I was dumbfounded by what I saw when I stepped into the room. The man who fired me yesterday sat on a swivel chair behind a mahogany desk. He was seated majestically and pressing his phone like he didn’t have a care in the world. He was so engrossed in whatever he was doing on his phone that he didn’t notice that someone came in.
He finally looked up after some minutes, and my breath somehow got caught in my throat. I momentarily forgot how to breathe and stared at him like a dumbo. I couldn’t stop my eyes from wandering over his physique.
He had dirty blonde hair, bushy eyebrows, hazel eyes with gray flecks, a pointed nose, small pink lips that looked kissable, and a neatly trimmed beard. I didn’t have the time to check him out yesterday because of his display of “assholery.”
“Are you done checking me out?” he asked, a smug look on his face. The moment he asked that question, I snapped out of my daze. His eyes raked all over my body, and my body warmed up under his intense gaze. I cleared my throat, and he instantly looked up at my face, his eyes growing wide when he saw me.
“You!” He shouted. A look of familiarity crossed his features, and then anger completely took over.
“I’m sorry. Do I know you?” I asked in pretense.
“Are you not the crazy bitch that kicked my dick yesterday?” He quizzed, looking like he would descend on me any moment from now.
“No, I’m not. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I responded, feigning innocence.
“Oh, cut it out. Who are you deceiving?” He said with a scoff as he rolled his eyes.
“Fine… I’m the one.” I admitted in defeat.
“Ha! I knew it was you,” he exclaimed, a look of triumph on his face.
“Whatever. You got me fired, remember? ” I snapped at him, and he rolled his eyes like he was fed up hearing my voice.
“And I will do it again and again without getting tired.” He said, and I bit my tongue, trying to keep my response to myself.
He spoke up again when he saw that I wouldn’t talk back.
“What are you doing here anyway?” he asked, waving off the earlier topic.
“I’m here for the interview. I just wasn’t prepared to meet an asshole here.” I stated, damning all consequences. “By the way, where is the interviewer?”
“Isn’t it obvious? I am the interviewer and the CEO of this remarkable industry.” He spoke proudly, squaring his shoulders like an arrogant peacock.
The moment he said that it was as if the air conditioner in the room stopped working, and I began feeling hot from the inside of my body. If he was the CEO like he said he was, then it was evident that I would never be able to get the job.
Maybe, just maybe, I would stand a chance of getting the job if I apologized for everything I did to him.
“I’m sorry about the other day. It was a mistake; I didn’t mean to.” I said, mustering my best apologetic voice. He looked taken aback for some seconds before the expression on his face became unreadable, and I couldn’t fathom what he was thinking.
“Wow, seeing you apologize is so shocking. Apologizing does not look good on you.” He said it in mockery, and I sighed.
“Can we just forget about yesterday? Let’s start this interview or send me out if you want to do that.” I said tiredly.
“Well, I could send you out of here, but I won’t do that. Let me look at your credentials; you are the only one who came here dressed decently and not trying to seduce me.” He muttered, and a smile broke out on my face.
I reached into my purse, handed him my credentials, and remained standing, taking in his facial features as he glanced through my credentials.
“I know I’m hot, but are you going to keep staring at me, or are you going to take a seat?” he asked arrogantly without raising his head to look at me.
I cleared my throat awkwardly before sitting on the chair opposite the one he was sitting on, which was divided by a polished mahogany desk. I sat quietly for a while, patiently waiting for him to say something, and finally, he did.
“According to what I see here, you didn’t go to college, but your high school results were quite impressive; the teachers’ and principals’ feedback were also very good, which says that you were a brilliant student back in school. So, I have decided to give you a chance to prove yourself worthy of being my assistant.” He stated professionally; any sign of the arrogant man from earlier seemed to have vanished into thin air.
I was overjoyed when he said he would give me a chance, but I kept a straight face, trying to keep my happiness at bay. If I succeeded in proving myself to him, then I would be able to get the money for my mother’s anemia treatment in no time.
“You are to resume work by 8:00 a. m. tomorrow. If you are thirty seconds later than that, your chances of proving yourself will be at risk. I don’t condone any form of tardiness. Do you get that?” He explained, then asked.
“Yes, Mr. Adrian,” I replied.
“I will introduce you to the secretary, and you will get my schedule from him, go through it before coming tomorrow morning to get an idea of what my day looks like. Am I clear?” he uttered.
“Yes, sir,” I grumbled.
“Hey. You don’t get to talk to me like that. I am your boss now, and your employment lies in my hands. A slight form of unprofessionalism, and you’ll be fired, you get that?” he asked tauntingly.
“Yes, sir,” I mumbled.
“Good.” He commented with a satisfied smirk that I wished to wipe off with a punch.
He picked up the telephone on the desk and called someone. After some minutes, a young man with brown hair and brown eyes came into the office.
“You sent for me, sir,” he said after greeting Mr. Adrian.
“Yes, I did. Tell the other people waiting to be interviewed that I already picked the one I want, and give this lady my schedule on her way out. She is my new assistant.” He stated.
“Yes, sir.” The man replied calmly and left the office to carry out the orders.
I turned back towards the Boss to find him staring at me.
“I look forward to working with you, Miss Brianna.” He uttered, stretching forth his hand to me for a handshake. I couldn’t help but notice a mischievous glint in his eyes which made me shiver slightly.
“Same here, Mr. Adrian,” I replied, shaking his hand with my own, which looked smaller than his. Immediately our hands touched, I felt sparks working up my body, and I squirmed. He must have felt it, too, as he immediately broke off the handshake.
“Well, you can go now. We shall meet tomorrow.” He spoke. I got up and strolled to the door. I glanced at him one last time before I walked out without looking back.
I saw the man who had come into the office earlier and had just finished addressing the rest of the interviewees. When they set their eyes on me, they began murmuring among themselves, but I could hear them.
“I’m pretty sure she slept with him to get this job.” One of the ladies said, staring right at me. She didn’t even conceal the look of disgust she was throwing in my direction.
“Ugh, she’s such a bitch.” Another one uttered.
I decided not to pay any attention to their comments as I had already gotten the job, and they could do nothing about it.
After all of the interviewees had left, I went to meet the man.
“Hi there! Mr. Adrian said that you would give me his schedule.” I said when I got to him.
“Oh yeah. Follow me to my office; let me get it for you.” He replied, already turning towards the direction of his office. I followed behind him and waited outside while he went inside to get it.
He handed the schedule to me when he got out.
“Thank you,” I said after collecting the notepad from him.
“You’re welcome.” He responded with a short smile. “Hope you have a good first day of work tomorrow.”
I smiled at that and thanked him once again. Then, I went to the elevator to return to the first floor and leave the building.
•ADRIAN•
A sinister smirk appeared on my face as I watched her walk out of the office. She had absolutely no idea what I was going to do to her. She won’t know what hit her when I begin to deal with her…