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168. Charlie Bewley | Small Talk

By : volturidoll13 | TumblrDemetri Volturi Actor

While on your way to an interview as a possible editor for Alchemy Press Publishings, you inevitably find yourself trapped in the elevator with none other than the company's CEO, the one and only Charlie Bewley. Will your slight discomfort of small spaces get the better of you, or will you be able to make small talk...?

• fluff; slight language; TW mild claustrophobia

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☕READER'S POV ☕

You cast an anxious glance up at the skies, as the rain begins to come down a little harder. "Shit..." you mutter under your breath, hurrying to cross the street. A torrential downpour of rain was the last thing you needed, this morning. You were on your way to an interview here in Seattle for an editing job, and you couldn't be late.

It was rumored that the CEO of the company held very high standards for all of his employees, and the thought of what he'd do if you showed up late made you incredibly nervous. As you reach the other side of the road, you look up then, finally noticing the huge building looming straight ahead. It's a tall, imposing structure with what must be about a million shiny glass windows and steel accents. A huge sign above the revolving doors lists the name of the company in soft blue lettering:

"Alchemy Press Publishings"

With a shaky sigh, you run towards the doors, mentally telling yourself not to be nervous. Right as you enter the building, a huge clap of thunder sounds from outside, making you jump a little. A woman passing by shoots you a sympathetic smile, nodding towards the direction you came from. "It's really starting to come down out there, isn't it?" she comments. There's a faint lilt to her voice, an accent that suggests the woman is of European descent, maybe...?

You can't quite place it, but either way, you give the woman a nod, returning her smile. "Yeah, I guess it is. Um... I'm sorry to bother you with this, but do you know where I can find the editing offices in this place? I have an interview this morning, and... Well, yeah." you say softly. The woman nods, a knowing look in her eyes.

"Ah. That'll be up on the 33rd floor, then. Elevators are over there to the left. Good luck to you, lass." she tells you, pointing at a group of shiny looking elevators. You quickly thank her before striding over to them, pressing one of the buttons. As you wait, your nerves continue to build up inside of you, and you find yourself absentmindedly tapping your fingers along the back of the journals you're carrying.

Finally, a soft ding signals the elevator's arrival, and as soon as the doors open, you step inside. However, before you can reach out to push the button for the doors to close, a voice sounds from outside. "Wait! Hold the doors, please!" a smooth, accented voice calls out. When you look up to see who the voice belongs to, your heart nearly stops dead in your chest. No... It can't be him, no way.

The man entering the elevator is none other than the infamous Charlie Bewley. He gives you a grateful smile, reaching past you to push the button for the doors. "Thank you, darling." he murmurs, taking a step back. As the doors close, you can't help but keep glancing over at Charlie, out of the corner of your eye.

He's dressed in one of the most expensive looking suits you've ever seen, the shade of charcoal grey complimenting his blue eyes rather nicely. A tiny smirk suddenly flits across his face when he catches you watching him. "Penny for your thoughts?" he remarks in an amused tone. You shake your head with a slight blush, focusing your gaze on the floor and trying hard to concentrate on the cheery piano music filtering in through the elevator speakers.

A few awkward minutes go by before he speaks again, gesturing at your journals. "A fellow writer, I see. Written anything I might have read?" he lightly teases you. When you turn your head to look up at him, there's a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I, um... I'm actually on my way to an interview to read other people's work." you say in a soft voice. He raises one perfect eyebrow, that smile growing a little bigger.