Corporate Prince

Chapter 62: Interviews and Therapy

"I'm a great team player—"

Seto interrupted the young man on the other end of the video call. "Thank you for your time, I'll have someone get back to you."

He ended the call right there and let out a groan. He'd been interviewing nonstop since Monday. It was the end of Wednesday, and he was ready to hit someone. I'm going to lose my mind. His phone rang. The ID was Hacking Genius.

He picked up. "I'm pretty sure I blocked your number."

"Please, like that will stop me." Chimon chuckled on the other end.

"I swear, if you only called to piss me off, I'll hunt you down and drag you out of the room you've barricaded yourself in." Seto wasn't making empty threats.

Chimon sighed. "Calm down, dip shit. I called you to help you out with your current problem."

"Which one?" Seto wondered if Chimon knew anything about the will and the deal he'd made with Dai.

"You need a new assistant, right?" The guy cleared his throat.

"I will not hire some shut in that—"

"Whoa, slow your horses. I don't want to ever work for a prick like you. It's... my girlfriend. She needs a job, and I saw your assistant position was open." He explained.

Seto laughed loudly at this. "A shut in like you has a girlfriend?"

"That's rich coming from a megalomaniac narcissist. I'm honestly surprised you managed to put your ego aside long enough to even think about someone else, let alone date them." Chimon growled at him over the phone. "I've had a girlfriend for five years, so don't say anything to me, you little fledgling that doesn't even understand his own feelings."

"What? What the frick' does that mean? I understand my feelings just fine." Seto felt like strangling him.

"Sure, you do. Anyway, she's on the way to your apartment. Meet with her for ten minutes and then I'll owe you a favor. Ok, bye." He hung up quickly.

Seto pulled his phone down and glared at it. That annoying little—a knock at the door interrupted his thoughts. Getting up, he went over and opened it. A young woman who looked to be in her early 30s stood at his door in a simple two-piece gray suit. She had black hair tied in a tight bun, and the sharpest black eyes he'd ever seen. She stood there glaring at him through her purple rimmed glasses.

"Let's get this over with." She shoved past him, not even giving him time to ask who she was. The woman strode over to the coffee table and kneeled in the spot Ana normally sat. Seto could feel the heat rising under his collar. She looked back at him and frowned. "Well, hurry up."

Seto slammed the door and sat down across from her. "I'm guessing your Chimon's girlfriend."

She actually ticked her tongue at him when he said this. "My name is Fukushima Ahki, not Chimon's girlfriend. And to clear things up I didn't ask him to set this up."

Seto paused at her name. Doesn't Ahki mean malice and Fukushima mean Fortune? Someone basically named her as an evil fortune. What poor taste. I bet she was teased a lot in school. He pushed that thought aside and focused on the interview instead.

"Great, if you didn't ask him, why are you here?" Seto's smile was tight and not at all polite.

"I have to pay bills." She wrinkled her nose at the thought.

He rolled his eyes. "Excellent. Have you ever worked as an assistant before?"

"Fifty-two times." She didn't smile and kept glaring at him.