Falling For My Boss

Chapter 1

~~~Y/N's POV~~~
"Uh hi, I'm here for an interview?" I say to the person at the desk, though it comes out more as a question than a statement.
"An interview? With whom?" They slide their glasses down their nose and look at me sternly. My already sweaty palms get even sweatier.
"Um, with Hailee Steinfeld? I think? I'm interviewing to be her assistant so..." I nervously trail off, hoping they will just tell me where to go. When it's clear they're waiting for me to finish, I continue. "I guess I assumed it would be her I was meeting but it might be someone else on her team."
"Let me see. We do have a room reserved for an interview..." They tell me where to go while giving me a disapproving look. Apparently I didn't make a good impression. This studio is massive. I hope I don't get lost. I'm so nervous. I've never even seen a celebrity in person and now I'm interviewing for one at a movie studio. Pinch me! Not to mention I might actually land this job and be Hailee Steinfeld's PERSONAL ASSISTANT!!! Oof I'm geeking. I think I've found the room I was directed to but I'm getting short of breath and I might be panicking. I notice a sign reserving the room that confirms I'm in the right place. Okay. I just need to calm down, and I'll be fine. I pause at the windowless door and wipe my clammy hands on my thighs. I take a deep breath and adjust the French tuck of my shirt before knocking. The door swings open before me and I'm looking directly into the giant chest of a security guard. I take a small step back and look up at them.
"Hi, I'm y/n y/l/n. I'm here for an interview." I hold out my hand for a handshake but the guard simply steps to the side and allows me to walk into the room. As soon as the path is clear, I see her. Hailee Steinfeld is sitting at a table five feet away from me. I'm more than a little bit starstruck and I have to take a deep breath before I can introduce myself to her. When I do, she takes my hand and shakes it firmly before gesturing for me to sit across from her. "So. Y/n. Before we begin, I'd just like to go over the job description a little bit if that's okay with you." There is a little bit of a waver in her voice like she's nervous, which strikes me as odd as she's the one interviewing me.
"Of course, sounds great." I smile at her and she goes into a little prepared speech about the duties of being her assistant. Getting her morning coffee, running errands, going through the day with her, and communicating with her agent on personal conflicts in her schedule. I would have a work phone with all of her scheduled appointments and what not in the calendar, it would be synced to her personal phone calendar. This job seems a lot more active than my current desk job already and I'm getting excited at the prospect of getting out of my cubicle. She finishes up her explanation and asks if I have any questions about the responsibilities. For some reason one thing stuck in my brain so I ask.
"Do you have a driver I would be communicating with regularly or do you use a ride share service?"
"I use a service but it's not like what you're used to with Uber or Lyft, it's a smaller company that caters to celebrities. You'd have the number for that service on your work phone."
"Okay sounds good. I can't think of any other questions at the moment." I wipe my palms on my thighs again and wait for the interview questions.
"Alright! Your resume really stuck out to me; it was so different from all of the others." I raise my brows at that, but wait to see if there's a question attached to the statement. "Do you mind elaborating on why someone with a performance degree and a stable data entry job wants to be my assistant?"
"Uh, yeah, I guess I should first explain why someone with a performance degree has a data entry job. I actually had a bit of a rough time in college, and when I graduated, we were mid pandemic, so my already diminished passion for performance was kind of forcibly smothered. I still love performing, don't get me wrong, but I like it more as a hobby now than as something I absolutely have to do to be happy. It doesn't have to be my job for me to be happy, I guess is what I figured out. I got my current job, and it's super chill, working nights means a lighter load, and it means I get the office to myself. That being said, it is becoming incredibly boring."
"So a change of pace then?"
"More like a melding of what I used to want and what I've found I like to do for work. I figure I'd be close to a creative space and around people who create and perform and I'd probably get to see some cool stuff within the film and music industries while also doing something fun for work."
"Errands are fun?"
"Personally, yeah. I know, so weird, but I've always liked going grocery shopping and what not. It's mundane, sure, but I think that's what I like about it. And I love organizing so working with your schedule would be fun for me too." I nervously laugh.
"There's a person for every job." She smiles at me then her face gets a little more serious. "Okay, I have to ask: are you a fan?"
"Um. Yes. I am." I feel my face flushing.
"Okay. It doesn't really matter either way. I actually find that fans have more respect for my privacy than the general public. For the most part." She grins at me. "Can I ask how big of a fan you would call yourself?"
"I mean, I'm not, like, obsessed with you, if that's what you're asking. I've seen most of the things you've acted in, and I know a couple of your songs. I really loved Dickinson and Hawkeye. I'm a big Marvel nerd." I pause, then, "Honestly, I cannot imagine how hard it is to keep your privacy intact as a Marvel actor. The fans can be, well, a lot."
"Well, if you get this job you'll find out soon enough," She grins, and continues with questions. The rest of the interview goes smoothly. I would almost say well, but I don't want to get my hopes up. The security guard opens the door for me again as Hailee says, "You'll get a call in the next few days." I pause at the door.
"From you? Or from like, your people?"
"That depends on whether you're hired or not." She winks at me and I smile before turning back toward the door and heading to the lobby.
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A few days later.
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I wake up to the sound of my phone ringing. Not my alarm sound, so it must be a call. I fumble around and finally grasp onto it sliding over the answer button just as I'm sure I was going to miss the call.
"Hello?" I'm positive I sound like I'm still half asleep, which of course, I am.
"Hey, Y/N?" This voice is vaguely familiar. I look at the caller ID and just see a number so that's weird. Why do I recognise the voice?
"Uh, yeah?"
"This is Hailee. Steinfeld."
"Oh! Hi!" I suddenly sit straight up in bed as she chuckles.
"I'm calling to tell you that you got the job."
"Really?" I can't contain the smile forming on my face.
"Yes! We have you all set to start in 2 weeks so you can give your current job a heads up. My manager should have just sent you an email so we can get your paperwork all figured out!"
"Okay, awesome, I'll look out for that."
"I'm super excited for you to start. I really liked your vibe." I can practically hear her grin.
"Thanks! If I have questions should I just email your manager?"
"No, you can text me on this number. Once I get you your work phone I won't call your personal number for work stuff, but for now you can just text me from your personal phone."
"Okay will do! Thank you so much for the opportunity, really."
"Of course! You're gonna do great, I can tell. I've gotta go, but can't wait to see you in two weeks!" She sounds as excited as I am.
"You too, bye!"
"Bye!" Hailee hangs up and I know there is absolutely no way I'm going back to sleep so I go ahead and call my boss to put in my two weeks notice. I'll write it down before I get into the office, but he'll be gone by the time I get there. Then I text my best friend.
Me: BRUHHHHH
Taylor: What
M: You know how I interviewed for that job?
T: The one with Hailee Steinfeld?
M: Obvi.
T: You did not. !!!!!!!
M: I did, bitch! I'm geeked.
T: I'm screaming omfg
M: I know!
At that, he calls me and we end up talking for like an hour while I make myself some food and get ready for the day. These next two weeks better absolutely fly by.