Please Sir

Chapter 7- Black Velvet

Taulia POV
This hall way is black velvet with a red carpet but it had some dim yellow light on the ceiling. You would think you are going to walk to your death. I stayed still in the elevator since I figured I was on the incorrect floor. I then heard a deep voice fill the elevator saying ''step out of the elevator and walk down the hall to the door at the end. You will enter into a small office where you will sit in the chair adjacent to the brown table''. The place went silent so I did as commanded. I said a small prayer in my head as I walked down the dark corridor. I got to the door, opened it and sat in a large smooth brown chair. The room was dark and had a book shelf that lined the wall. It was a somewhat small room and I began to think I was going to be killed. If I was going to die though, I would go down with a fight. So, I sat tall as if nothing is wrong and waited on my murderer. There were no windows, only the dim lights in the ceiling, a huge painting on the wall that I didn't even know, the desk, my chair, my murderer's chair and the books. It was about 2 minutes of boredom so I stood up, took off my shades since I couldn't see and began to read the book titles. I heard a door open and closed and I could feel a chill run up my spine. I wanted to shiver but I didn't. I simply turned around and was star struck. I thought the man in the McLauren was hot, nooo he was hot. I was there with a angry look on my face eyeing him from toes to hair. He was breathtaking oh my gosh. I wanted to run and hide or scream in torment but I didn't. I just stood there and sized him up with my eyes. I then stared him dead in the eyes. To be honest I wanted to speak first but I couldn't. I could not find the words so I just stood there waiting for him to explain. He eyed me up and down too and his expression was that of a ruthless killer, you could see the possession and dominance coming off his face. He looked cold, distant and unforgiving, like he didn't know what compassion or a heart was. He towered over me with all his sexiness and he was big, like muscular big. I was shocked my knees didn't fail me. He just stood there silent too. I then remembered he was going to kill me so I took brave and walked to my chair. I then sat down and opened my briefcase taking out my paperwork to try and trick my brain that everything was going to be ok. He just stood there staring at me. When I was done organizing my paperwork on the desk I sat there and waited. He cleared his throat, walked to his chair and sat. He began to speak and it was the deepest, sexiest and most hypnotizing voice ever. He said ''Good evening Miss Santorini, my name is Blade Slate. I am the CEO and founder of Ploric Holdings Inc and I will be interviewing you for my position as CEO''. I was looking at his lips the entire time he was speaking wrapping myself in his words and accent. You could hear he speaks Spanish by his accent, I didn't think it was possible but he got a million times hotter. I got a grip quickly and said ''Ok Mr Slate go ahead with your questions''. He smirked a little with his eyebrows holding that fierce expression. ''Why do you think you are worthy of my company?'' He asked. That was a very good question actually and I thought about it, I mean he has had this company from the start to now and I will never be able to make the impact he has so I answered honestly ''I am not''. For the first time since he entered the room, his expression changed. He was shocked in a curious and sexy way. He then said ''So why apply for the position if you know you are not worthy to handle something of mine?''. That question seemed more than what he was asking about so I thought about it again then answered ''This company has known you since you founded it. It operates under your legislations and guidance. I will never be you. Who I am though is me and if you would like for this company to grow and perform better than when you had it, then you should refer to it as just Ploric Holdings Inc over Blade Slate's company. Diassociating it from you and having it stand on it's own will make it the company I am worthy to run''. He smiled the most beautiful smile I have ever seen, his teeth are perfectly straight and the epitome of white. It made me chuckle and smile too. I asked ''What?'', he then responded ''Are you really here to apply to work for my company or something else?''. I was baffled, I responded by saying ''What else have I shown interest in for you to think otherwise?''. He remained silent staring into my eyes. He sat back in his chair and said ''You are not qualified for this job''.