Secret Princess

🎀Chapter 3🎀

🌹Eliza🌹

Shit!! I hope I didn't ruin my chances of getting this job because no offense to the hustlers out there but waitressing is not for me. I mean its not my fault that this dude is Zeus' reincarnate. So freaking hot, ugh God I could just bite those lips...maybe even get down and dirty.

Woah...What the hell was that.

Getting down and dirt? Since when did I start thinking like that. I don't even know the dude and I'm already starting to feel moisture down there. What's happening?

I tried ignoring the feeling and focusing on the Greek God in front of me.

"Um.....I-I'm s-sorry" What in the world was that. Did I just stutter? Since when. I was trained for questions flying at me from different directions and here I am stuttering on a one on one questioning. I cleared my throat and looked up at him expecting to still be leaning back on his chair but instead I was seriously shocked to find that he was right in front of me leaning on his desk. I let out a startled 'oh' and took a deep breath

"Oh....I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you, I just thought it better for me to have your full attention before I started this interview." I nodded and apologized again, finally giving him my attention.

"Ok, well I looked through your CV and unfortunately you don't have enough office experience but you graduated top of your class in Harvard." I have a lot of office experience but I intentionally left that out because I'm trying to keep my identity a secret and telling the world I used to work at my father's company, who also happens to be the King of Sweden doesn't exactly do that.

I nodded to show that I was still listening. "It says here that you grew up and spent most of your life in Sweden after graduation. So why suddenly move to New York? And do you have any relation to Erik Theron" Here we go with the lies

"Um.....lets just say that things didn't go exactly as planned in Sweden. And no I don't have any relation to Erik Theron" I said keeping it short and simple not to reveal too much information about my past.

He nods his head. "Ok. Why do you want this job?" I took a deep breath

"Ok, so no offense to those who hustle but my life in New York isn't as glorious as it was in Sweden. I've had to work for my own money. And fend for myself. I didn't have all that back in Sweden. Everything was done for me and I didn't realize that people don't have the luxury that I did. So as I said no offense to the hustlers out there but I wasn't raised for waitressing although it did help me learn some skills that cannot be thought like servicing, I feel like its time I found something that I'm actually good at." I looked at him and he looked shocked and intrigued. I gave myself a little pat on the back. He nodded in understanding, he didn't say anything so I carried on.

"Now I studied International Relations, Business and Admin, Marketing, Politics and accounting. I speak 7 different languages, so even though I may not have office experience, I am dependable, reliable and I don't take shit from people. I would love to be your Personal Assistant not just because you are mighty fine but because I would love the experience and change of scenery." I said taking a deep breath. He didn't say anything for what felt like years but I knew it was only a few minutes. He looked deep in thought so I sat back on my chair and waited for his answer.

"How soon can you start Miss Theron?" I was shocked because I wasn't expecting it.

"Whenever you like Sir." I said joyfully. Almost bouncing around in my sit gleefully.

He chuckled "Be here by 7a.m tomorrow. I expect a fresh cup of coffee on my desk" He said and I nodded. 7a.m is nothing for me. I used to wake up at 5 every morning in Sweden.