The Translator

Chapter one.

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Most students work in either fast food or retail. Last summer fee I was lucky enough to get a job as a filing clerk through a staffing agency working at Knight Enterprises. A notable investment firm that is known for its overnight success.The pay was far better than most and the job felt more like a cakewalk than an actual job. I would have been a fool not to accept the position when it was offered to me. The filing was the kind of job that worked well with my personality.
I'm an organized person on the worst of days making the quality and efficiency of my work. Not to say I was a loner but when it came to my work I preferred to do it myself. Fortunately, filing isn't a job that requires a lot of socialization, which makes catfights and politics almost minimal.I arrived bright and early at 07:30 AM to start organizing loose filing from the night before. The filing was a great transition job but not a career choice that I felt comfortable with. I wanted to be a nurse. I loved people, all people and I had a gift for caring for others. After watching a few seasons of "N.C.I.S. " I knew that was what I wanted to do with my life. Saving lives brought both excitement and life fulfillment. I spent a year saving and working then 2 years ago I decided to apply to the nursing program and to my surprise I was accepted right away. Knight Enterprises had been more than accommodating with my quaint schedule between classes and clinical placements. I was expecting a regular day of paper-pushing but was taken off guard by an unusual phone call on a Friday afternoon.
Ring! Ring!
"Good Morning! File Room, Asteria Prince Speaking!"
"Good Morning!" The deep male voice replied. "I have a question that is has nothing to do with filing."
"OK!" I asked skeptically "What question do you have for me?"
"Can you speak fluent Russian?" He asked
"Yes, I can!" I started with a jolt of hesitation in my voice "Why do you ask?"
"I need a Russian Translator to assist me on a business trip in two weeks." He stated sternly.
"Who is this?" I demanded
"This is Sebastian Knight." He replied.
Sebastian Knight was the CEO and founder of Knight Enterprises. A notoriously successful but private businessman that was said to be extremely handsome. I was a nobody working an entry-level position. His call was a shock, to say the least. I didn't even think that he even knew who I was let alone my name. Was there no one else that could do the job? It seemed like an eccentric choice. I would want to have only my most trusted advisors with me on a business trip where I was representing my company's products and efficiency. Why choose someone that you have never met? Sebastian's proposal intrigued me and I had to know more.
"Can I come down to your office and speak to you face to face?" He asked "I prefer it"
"Absolutely!" I said practically jumping out of my seat with excitement
"I'll be down in 20 mins." He stated with a strict business-like tone that I could only assume he used with all his employees.
We said goodbye and hung up the phone. My mind was racing with questions. How did he even know that I was fluent in Russian? Why was there no one else on his chief of staff that could do the job? and why not use one of those earbud translators instead? I hadn't spoken Russian or told anyone that I was fluent in the language.
I stopped momentarily remembering that I had mentioned it once in the initial interview for the filing clerk position but I didn't think that the interviewer had taken note of it. He didn't seem impressed at all.
20 minutes later I heard the sound of dress shoes tapping down the hall with perfect rhythm. I heard it soft at first then it became louder and louder then stopped. I turned around to face the door filled with curiosity for the man that had demanded my undocumented expertise in a business transaction. Sebastian Knight stood in the small doorway to my small cluttered office. He was a sight to marvel at. He was approx. 6" tall, towering over my 5' 2. He has short brown hair and a freshly shaved face. He stood with perfect posture as though he had a metal rod inside his body holding him apprehensive from head to toe. His affect was restricted as though he was guarding all his emotions with all his might. His shoulders were square but not large. It was hard not to notice his muscular body and toned physique through the expensive suit that he was wearing. He was a perfect man from an aesthetic perspective. His perfectly proportioned facial features could have easily put any celebrity to shame and he was standing right in front of me.
"Hi!" I said nervously jumping up from my chair to greet him like a king from the 18th century.
"Were you the one that I was speaking to on the phone earlier?" He asked in a matter-of-fact tone.
"Yes! Yes! You asked me about my ability to speak Russian Fluently." I said nervously fumbling over my words.
He ran his fiery blue eyes up and down my body from head to toe for a few long awkward moments before opening his mouth to speak "I have to admit you are not what I pictured when It was mentioned to me earlier that the filing clerk spoke fluent Russian." He said
"What were you expecting?" I asked a sudden surge of self-consciousness flooding my already scrambled brain
"Someone that had more Russian facial features, blonde, and tall perhaps," He said, being careful to emphasize each descriptor.
"I see!" I said with a slightly nervous laugh "THAT is probably because I am not of Russian descent and I have no accent. What exactly do you need a Russian Translator for anyway?"
He looked at me again with his big, beautiful green eyes examining my face more closely this time "I have a business trip to Russia in a few weeks, as we are trying to expand into a different market. I need someone that can speak, read and write Russian to accompany me. I do not have anyone on my Chief of staff with enough knowledge of the language to translate sufficiently for me. Then your name came up at our last board meeting "He said in one long breath explaining his rationale.
I could tell by the way he spoke and conducted himself that he was a man that did not like his time wasted. I had a small window of opportunity to say yes to him. If not, he would surely find someone else that could do the job just as well.
"When is this business trip?" I asked
"I leave two weeks from today" He answered "The trip will be 3 days in length depending on how well negotiations go"
I can't believe that this is happening to me. My stomach was tying itself in knots while my heart quickened its pace till I could feel it thundering inside me. I wanted to go badly, I knew that a trip like this only came once in a lifetime. I had butterflies dancing around in my stomach. Sebastian Knight needed me, I didn't think that he needed anybody. He was rich enough that he had experts in almost every field at his beckon and call.
"There is no one else that works for you that you could ask? Just me?" I asked. For some reason, I needed verbal confirmation that this was happening.
"No, not at the moment," He said maintaining his emotionless stare
"Would you accompany me as my translator?" He asked softening his once expressionless face
"So I have a rare skill that you need? "I giggled with excitement
"Yes," He stated with a slight laugh "Is there anything that I can say to put your mind at ease?"
"Is the trip paid for? Will someone be covering for me in the file room?" I asked
"I have another part-time employee hired to do odd jobs around the building. She will be covering you and the trip is completely paid for." He answered, parting his mouth into a wide smile.
With that, he left the room as quickly as when he arrived. His expert's body displays a complete sense of control and confidence. I gave a huge sigh as though I had been holding my breath the entire time. So this is what it's like to be in the same room as Sebastian Knight for 10 minutes. What will it be like to spend a full 3 days with him in another country? I couldn't wait to find out.