The needs of a Boss #wattys2015

Chapter 2

Shane! What was he doing here? No it couldn't be, he was the CEO of  S.E.T programming and he was looking for a secretary. He was going to interview me. Oh no! I really needed this job and now I had no chance.

I looked into his eyes and moved myself away. Only to trip backwards. I looked on the floor and there wasn't anything there. How can I trip on nothing! Shane grabbed hold of my waist and pulled me into his chest. My cheeks burned up and I felt completely embarrassed. This can't be happening, please be a dream. I sighed and tried to walk towards the chair that was in front of the mahogany desk. "Ouch, ouch, ouch." My right ankle really hurt and the pain was too much.

"Are you okay? Is it hurting?" Shane looked at me with worry on his face. His eyebrows knitted together which made his eyes flutter. He lifted me up in one swift motion and walked across the room to a huge grey L-shaped sofa on the corner of the room. He put me down and moved his hands to my feet, whilst keeping eye contact. He undid the strap to my shoe and brushed his thumb on my skin. I stopped breathing, and gasped, the tension got more and sparks went through my body with the smallest touch. I looked away whilst concentrating on the white walls that had black floating shelves and mumbled "It hurts".  Shane removed my shoe "Did you like these shoes?" I looked at him and frowned. "Yes, they cost a fortune they are Hugo boss, a girl's every dream is too have them. They are latest edition. Obviously I love them." He smirked and tried to hide a smile whilst keeping a straight face "Well, the heels broken and you can't possibly walk in one shoe now can you?" He held up the right shoe of my red killer heels and dangled them in front of my face. He walked away and came back with an ice pack.

A tear fell down my cheek as I saw the broken heel. "No no, they can't be broken". I couldn't believe my luck. They were may absolute favourite, my lucky pair of shoes. It also hurt that I spent Seven hundred Dollars on them.

Shane's Pov

Looking at my phone and managing my diary for the day whilst deciding if I even had time to do the interviews to find the right person as a secretary. No no, I had to do the interviews, I couldn't possibly multi- task anymore. I wasn't used to organising my own wants and needs. I was a billionaire, people threw themselves to make sure I had everything I needed.  It was infuriating  that my PA quit on me last week and flew away with the man from Starbucks!

In my thoughts I didnt realise I walked forwards and something hit me hard in my chest. Damn! There was hot coffee all over my shirt. Over my favourite Armani shirt. It was covered in coffee. I couldnt believe this. "What the f?" I looked up and saw two big eyes looking straight at me.  Guilt and a mixture of emotions in her eyes. Asking her to clean my shirt and to be offered money and to be walked out on was a shock. No one and I mean no one walks out on me or says no to me. I stared at the women who left me speechless, she had a figure that stirred emotions in me. I could feel my pants tightening and I coughed and looked at Mila watching me from behind the counter. "Your regular coffee, Shane" she smiled and looked at me with a smirk, while handing me a large coffee to go."You didnt expect to be told no did you?" I looked at her and narrowed my eyes I could feel the anger boiling in me "No she is going to clean my shirt, trust me" I took my coffee and looked at Mila "What was her name?" Mila shook her head and laughed "Sophie, but I am not getting in between this or telling you where to find her, nuh uh she is my best friend" I looked at her and raised my eyebrows "So I am not a friend huh?" She smiled and patted my shoulder "Your Oris's best friend who happens to be my fiance, whereas Soph is my bestie. So dont even think about it" she said while poking my chest "You dont get everything you want Shane and you won't get any info out of me" she leaned over and kissed me on my cheek "See you soon Shane"

I walked out and got into my silver and blue Masserati and drove down the streets of London in a flash to my office. I was glad I had the interior design changed in the building, it made the place look more stylish and showed perfection.

I walked to the fifth floor to my executive office and smiled at Rebecca, she was the new receptionist. "Morning Rebecca, what time is the interview?" I took the files she handed to me "Mr Allister, your appointment will be in 10 minutes. I will inform you once they arrive" I looked straight at her and smiled "Thankyou, send the candidate straight in and if they are late, then reschedule I have no time for late arrivers." I took the files and walked  into my office.

I put my briefcase down and was just about to walk out to tell Rebecca to book a table for two at Marks. Marks was the new restaurant that was in and very hard to get a table, it was booked for the next three months. But with a name like mine, a table in any restaurant was not a problen.  I looked at my shirt and sighed and went to the closet and put on a new white shirt. I threw the old one to the side and grinded my teeth. She will definitely pay for that and not with her god damn money!

I walked towards the door and ended up having something soft in my arms. I instantly tightened my grip and breathed in. The smell was amazing and took me by suprise. I looked at the woman in my arms and the shock took me by suprise "Its you", Sophie was here. She had an interview with me. Oh this was going to be good, I glared at her. She whispered my name. Oh it sounded amazing and I wanted to hear her say it again. Wait, no I didn't, not after how she walked out on me this morning.

She tried to push back and her foot gave way and she tripped. I tightened my grip. I looked at her feet and saw the death trap that she called shoes. How could she be so stupid? I looked behind her and shook my head, what on earth did she trip on? I could see she was in pain and I couldn't keep the worry out of my face "Are you okay? Is it hurting?" I picked her up and felt my stomach stir. "It hurts" I looked down at her face and could see she was in pain. I put her down on the sofa and touched her ankle, the smallest touch of this woman made the biggest effect on me.
"I love those shoes" is all I heard to my question, as I hid a smile and walked out of the office and got an ice pack. I walked into the office to see Sophie in tears. "What happened?" I rushed over and brushed the tears of her cheeks. I couldn't understand why she was crying. Women just don't make sense. "No no, they cant be broken" I looked at her closely and saw the sadness, goodness they were only a pair of shoes. Talk about drama.

I cleared my throat and lifted her chin and looked her in the eyes. Her eyes went big and darkened whilst she looked at me. I pressed the ice pack on the ankle and heard her gasp. "Shall we start the interview Miss Flair, as we have already established you have no common sense as you wear shoes that can kill you." I couldn't let a woman make me feel anything or let me care about her damn ankle. Especially after the incident this morning. "Ready?" I asked with one eyebrow raised.