Rafael

Chapter 7 - Talk About A Lucky Break!

"Ms. Milani, please come with me," the lady with the barbie-pitched voice said to me.

As I trailed behind her, I couldn't help but notice how neatly her long, ginger-colored hair was plaited in a single braid down her back.

I was never that adept at doing my own hair hence my partiality towards wearing it in a bun.

It was just...easier, for lack of a better word.

"This is it," she said, spinning around to face me.

Her face was the picture of innocence.

I wonder what she thought about all the rumors flying around about this place.

We had stopped at a huge oak door with a silver name plate that read, 'Rafael Montero, CEO'.

I looked at the door with nervousness clearly written on my face.

Why did he have to conduct the interviews himself?

Wasn't he busy enough what with the underground crime empire that he ran along with his cover-up legit business?

"You can just go in, he knows you're coming," she urged me with a giggle.

Was she okay?

"Okay, thanks," I replied so she would leave, giving me privacy to have a mini freakout before I opened this man's door.

She gave me one last smile before disappearing down the hallway in the opposite direction of where we had come from initially.

After counting to ten with all the Mississippis that could fit in between, I eventually turned the brass doorknob, effectively opening the thick slab of wood that served as a barrier between Rafael, Mr. CEO, and me, a jobless vagabond.

I looked around tentatively at the spacious floor plan and took one small step forward so I could close his door without leaving my foot outside.

Imagine if I closed the door, sandwiching my abdomen with my feet dangling on the outside and my upper body on the inside just hanging there in front of Rafael.

I was getting really comfortable calling this man, who might be my boss, by his first name.

I'd better stop before I accidentally offend him in the interview.

The walls of his office were painted in a pristine white that held several paintings that I could just tell were not cheap.

The back wall was made completely of glass and looked like a top contender for the best view in New York.

You could see everything from up here.

There was a large oak desk in the middle with an empty chair behind it.

Huh.

Did he leave?

"Yes, it was a fucking buyout and I don't care whose dick you have to suck or chop off to finalize this deal, you'd better do it," a sexy voice boomed and I saw Rafael, ahem, Mr. Montero pacing in the corner of his large office with a phone at his ear.

I told you it was a spacious floor plan.

I didn't even see him in the corner, because another thing I just noticed, was that there was a significant amount of plants in here.

They had hidden him from my view when I first entered.

And what a view it was.

The people of People magazine were unquestionably onto something, naming him the sexiest man alive this year.