Intent to ruin

~Joy~ Becoming independent

^her outfit^

I look into the mirror at my reflection, long dark red locks flowing down my back in soft waves bright blues eyes starring back at me. My rounded face flushed pink with a light blush as I examine the curve of my hips and breasts in this tight pantsuit. I smile thinking how I like my body, then frown thinking how others don't have the same opinion.
I sit down at my vanity applying a little lip gloss thinking of how my dad and stepmom, Marina, sat me down last week to tell me I needed to start being more independent in life or I would never go anywhere or be anything. They said I need a dream so I could set goals and stop spending all my time reading at the library with the old people... Marina doesn't like that I read and form opinions on politics and as she says "men's business". My father however loves my opinions and thoughts on men's business, that's why he set up a meeting with his boss for the opening as his secretary. To be honest, I'm quite nervous, I've never been to an interview my first job was at the library and I've known Lara, the main librarian since I was 8. She's like a grandma to me.
I'm snapped out of my train of thought by my little brother knocking then walking in. "Hi, Nathen how's it going my man?" I ask smiling at him. "Oh, you know the usual bagging hoes!" The 12-year-old blonde says laughing. I sigh rolling my eyes "Nathen I think bagging means you killed then not you know... " I say blushing. "Jezz Joy your 20 in like 2 months and you can't even say sex!?!" He askes out raggedly. "I can say sex I just didn't want to say it to my little brother gross dude," I say fake gagging. "Okay enough of your weirdness for one day my man I have to go," I say walking through the house to the front door, all the while him following me. "No kiss or hug for luck?" he askes with a pout. I lean down and kiss his cheek then hug him. "Thanks," I say with a smile. "Anytime!" He yells going back to my room.
'Brat' I think as I'm getting in my car a charcoal grey Volvo. Driving to the building my dad works in. After 20 minutes of driving in San Antonio traffic, I get to the big glass building, with a big dark DL on the top of the front. I grip the front of my blazer and walk through the front door the outside noise going silent. A heavy-set little woman trots up to me with a bright smile on her face. "You must be Chases' daughter, oh you have his killer eyes!" She says pinching my cheek. I blush smiling as I nod to her, taking in her auntie aura. "My name is Joy, ma'am," I reply sticking my hand out for a shake. She smacks my hand away pulling me into a side hug. "A smart one you are being 10 minutes early. Never be late where mister Lincoln is involved, understood?" She asked a solemn look on her face. "Y-yes ma'am" I respond taken back by her quick change in character. "Right this way dear!" She says leading me to the elevator, a bright smile plastered back to her lips.
"You'll go to the 54th-floor dear and that's his floor the clerk at the front desk will deliver you to Mr. Lincoln." I nod then question her about the 55th floor. She ignores my question and continues after a short pause " You'll do fine dear just dot your i's and cross your T's." The doors close before I can respond.
After a few minutes' ride, the doors open again to a less than bright woman with platinum blonde hair and a slim figure. She smiles with a bored look on her face "Ms.Jennings?" She questions me. "Yes." I respond with a nod. "Come along then" she turns swiftly and walks quickly down a long hallway with multiple doors on each side. We stop at the end of the hall with two big double wooden doors. She knocks twice then strangely opens the huge doors without struggling. I follow her in to see a man turned a large fancy chair facing the window talking on the office phone. She leads me to a chair across the desk from his, handing me papers to fill out, then leaving closing the doors behind her. I glance around realizing she didn't give me a pen. Then remember I have one in my purse I pull my white handbag into my lap and search for a pen, pulling out a bright blue sparkled pen. Thank God it rights in black. I start filling out the paperwork in my lap, halfway through reading 3/4th of the way through the stack I feel eyes on me. I glance up catching beautiful green eyes looking into mine. "Hi." I stupidly say with my best smile. He smiles cheekily at me then seems to take me in, after a second I decided to do the same. Even sitting down I can tell he's tall probably around 6'5 6'6 about a foot taller than me in these heels, and I'm only wearing my 2-3 inch chunky heels. I look down at his body he's fit, big but not huge and chunky looking, still intimidating though. He has a dark look about him like he's the devil himself drawling you into the darkness, it's alluring in a demanding kind of way. He seems demanding.. and dangerous. My eyes trace up to his hair it's surprisingly longer than the CEO buzz cut that I thought was standard... 'hmm guess not' I think to my self then my eyes travel back down to his face. His jaw is strong cut sharp like the gods themselves carved him from clay. His lips a luscious and plump 'I bet he's a good kisser.' I tell myself then scold the thought for occurring. His nose is big but it suits him thank God it doesn't hook down I think then my eyes meet his again. He's smirking a devilish look in his eyes. "Your Chases daughter?" He asks a look of disbelief on his face. I nod unable to find words. "Speak I like to hear responses not making guesses at your body language." I take a deep breath in then respond with a simple "Yes sir." His body tenses then relax back into his seat."You look nothing like Marina." His comment makes me tense. "I'm not her biological daughter is all sir." He nods ironically. "Have you finished yet?" He askes pointing down to the papers in my lap. I shake my head no then remember his request to speak. "Uuhh no sir almost I like to read what I'm signing." He nods again "That's a good habit to get into." He says arranging papers on his desk making room for me to write on the paperwork. I smile and lay the papers down continuing where I left off. After a few minutes of reading and signing, I finish up. I look up to see him staring at his computer. "I'm finished, sir.." He tenses again then glances at me with his hand out. I hand him the stack of papers and he compliments my penmanship. I blush and thank him. He asked questions about my education and experience working in an office. I tell him I've worked at the library since I was 16 doing paperwork and scheduling events. Then tell him of my college degree in business and law he seems confused at my degree at barely 20. "I went to college early at 16 I had finished high school and moved up to college education." I pause a second then continue with "As Marina says I'm book smart not street smart." I giggle but stop at the look on his face. "Don't insult yourself Joy, your very intelligent to have accomplished as much as you have." I gulp down the lump in my throat "Y-yes sir." He glares at me a moment before looking back down at the paperwork. "Everything seems to be in order we'll be in contact shortly about the position." I stand up thanking him then make my way to the doors. "I never said leave, did I, Joy?" A shiver runs down my spine at the sound of his voice saying my name. "No sir, you did not." I reply quietly with my head down. I feel a finger under my chin and lift my head to see Mr. Lincoln's chest. I feel my hair being tugged back and lift my head more looking into his eyes. "Always look into my eyes when speaking to me, love. I want to know you're being honest, honesty comes in through the eyes." I nod slightly causing him to pull my hair a little. I surprisingly like the sting at the back of my head and keep a little tension in the pull. He seems to notice this and smirks down at me before opening the door. "You may take your leave, Ms. Jennings." He sends me off with a tight smile.
Once I make the elevator I take a deep breath in and let it out. 'Man I need some nuggets after that.' My inner voice lets out in a squeak.

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