Chilled Desires

Him

I woke up, the morning sun burning my eyes. I made my way out of bed and into them bathroom to get ready for today. I wash up in the shower and then proceeded to brush my teeth and style my messy white hair. I walk back into the room to find clothes, deciding to wear a black turtleneck with lightwash jeans and navy blue high-top converses. "Time for another interview.. great." I walk downstairs to greet my butler. "Good morning Rhys! How are you?" "Fine." I said, visible unsettlement on my face. He took note of how i looked and said "It'll be ok, just try you best." "Thanks Gene." i replied. a small smile forming on my face. "Now eat your breakfast before it gets cold!" said Gene. He had prepared me a strawberry turnover topped with blueberries and rasberries, a small bowl of grits containing garlic bits, orange slices, and Earl Grey tea. I quickly ate my food and got up from the table. As I grabbed my keys and fruit blend from the counter i remembered that i had forgotten to put on my concealer and eyeliner. When i was a child my parents and I got into an accident. I survived only sustaining a large scar across my face, but my parents weren't as lucky. I rushed back upstairs into my bathroom and put on the concealer. then adding a cateye look around my hazel green eyes. I almost tripped down the stairs and rushed out of the house. "Shit! I'm gonna be late for the interview!" Jumping in the car, I backed out of the driveway to the villa and practically floored the gas. I turned on the radio and started to play one of my favorite artists called "Pierce". Eventually I made it to the company building and parked my car.
I ran into the building and told the front desk what i was there for. "Hello, do you have an appointment?" She asked. "Um, yes. I'm here for an interview." I replied. "Name?" "Rhys Elliot." She typed for a long time and seemed distressed. Finally, she said "Ok, Mr. Haruki's office is on the fourth floor down hallway D6. The elevators are right down there." She said pointing to a corridor to my left. "Thank you." I said as I rushed down the corridor into one of the elevators. I pushed the button for the fourth floor and the elevator started moving up. I made it to the fourth floor and started to search for the hallway. I felt like I was walking for eternity when i saw the hallway. "Finally.." I sighed. I walked down the hallway looking for his office. As i was looking along ]
the rows upon rows of cubicles and offices I felt myself bump into something. "Ah." i said wincing a bit. I look up to see a man standing in front of me. He had silky black hair and deep mysterious grey eyes. He was at least 6'9 and had a slightly muscular build. He was wearing a dark red sweater vest over a button-up shirt with khaki pants and brown loafers "I apologize very deeply! I wasnt paying attention and I"- he cut me off. "Are you Rhys Elliot?" "Y-yes sir, i am." i replied hesitantly. "Okay, Come with me. You're late for your interview." We walked further down the hallway and got to an office that was very large and well decorated. There was a dark oak desk with a black leather armchair seated behind it. In front of the desk was another armchair that was cream colored, this one being much smaller than the one behind the desk. On one side of the room were two bookshelves filled to the brim with books on law and business and binders filled with logs on company spending and planning. The wall behind the desk held a large painting. it was scenery with a large manor in the background and a courtyard where it depicted a young earl and his butler walking down a path to a gazebo in the front left corner. There were also patches of lilies and hydrangeas covering the bottom of the painting. The man walked into the office and sat down into the leather chair behind the desk. I stood at the door—trembling— somewhat afraid of stepping foot into the beautiful office.
"What are you doing? Come in." he said to me in a smooth tone. I walked into the office and sat down in the armchair in front of him. "You know it's a bad impression to be late for your own interview, right?" He said looking at me sternly. "Yes i know, i'm very sorry sir. i apologize for the inconvenience." I said putting my head down in utter shame.