Chapter 6- Mine

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Blade's POV
It was 9:30AM when I stepped out of the shower. I made my way to my closet where I picked out a dark gray suit made by Burberry. I always wore black but today was a special occassion. All my suits were tight and showed my muscles. My bulging arms rippled through by white shirt that had my diamond encrusted cufflings, which I was tucking it into the waist of my pants. My pants were fitted and stopped at my ankle. I stuck my toes in some socks and got on my custom Chelsea's. I put on my two toned diamond encrusted Rolex watch, diamond encrusted cartier rings and a bracelet that tied at the wrist. I picked my jacket up and walked back to my bedroom. I put the jacket on the bed and went to my bedside table. My hair was all wavy and hanging everywhere so I decided to wear it as is. It was wet since I washed it so to prevent it wetting my shirt any longer I grabbed a hand towel (don't ask why they are in my bedside table) and ran it through my hair. My hair was damp now so it was a lot more loose. It stopped at my eyebrows so it wouldn't be a hindrance. I was ready by 10:00AM. I decided to drive a convertible so my hair could dry. I sprayed myself with a cologne from Creed, Spice and Wood, picked up the keys to my Lamborghini Aventador Spyder and headed to my garage. My garage was underground so I took the elevator. Everything I needed was at the office so I had my keys, phone and wallet. I had 32 applicants to interview today. It was going to be a long day.
I got to my office in 30 minutes and gave Gregory my keys to park my car in my private garage. I don't normally walk at the front of my building but I did since I was leaving soon. I stepped in through the glass double doors and everything stopped. Everybody was frozen where they were. I couldn't help but laugh in my head but on my face it was a little more serious. ''Ponte a trabajar'' [means: get back to work] I said and life came back to everyone. I told my receptionist Good Morning and she couldn't even say it back. My face remained blank at her inferiority so I continued to my elevator. I got in and it took me to my office. What nobody knows though is I have 2 entrances to my office. The main entrance is the standard gold marble with green plants in big pots at my private receptionists office. There was a big circular couch in the waiting area and glass doors everywhere behind. You could see the conference room, cafeteria room, a small portion of my office and the bathroom door. The other entrance is dark and goes straight to my office...as I said, I love dark things. That entrance was covered in black velvet material that had a red carpet leading to a door. I controlled who entered through which and nobody knew that. I said Good morning to Angela and went straight to my office not waiting for a response. She was frozen where she was so I didn't expect her to answer. I stepped into my office and closed the doors. I had an aerial view of the city which I liked so I stood their looking out for about 10 minutes. In my office to the left I had a semi circular white couch with a glass coffee table and 3 doors on the wall, to the right I had a 10 seater table that was white marble and the chairs were big and hard. Something about firm and hard that I like. The main door to my office was at the center and it faced my office table and chair. My table was big and black with gold marble, it had my mackbook, iMac and applicant profiles. My chair was black of course and they were both the statement pieces, besides me. It was 11:00AM and the interviews started. They were all so boring and none had the drive I was looking for. They all came in timid and insecure. It was 2:50 and I was preparing for my 3:00. The interviews ended at 5:00PM. It was 2:55 when I got notified about someone stepping into my elevator and the camera came up. She was breath taking. She had confidence, looked stunning and you could tell she had amazing taste. I approved her coming up but not at my main entrance. I was intrigued and it wasn't about her getting the job. She looked like the whole package and I wanted that package to be mine.

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