NEVER EVER (Charlotte's story)

Chapter 4: The Second Interview

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The office was rather as lifeless as its owner ─no decorations, no colors, no nothing. It was like an abandoned room.

A black and white theme dominated it, and it combined elements of classiness, elegance, wealth, and power.

The moment I stepped in, cold air conditioning made way against my skin, and I shivered softly.

Taking a deep breath, I bit my lips.

His delicious, masculine and high-classed cologne filled the air, you could breathe it and feel him everywhere, and he was sending his own waves of silent aura.

My eyes directly zeroed over him, centered behind his desk, scribbling something on some piece of paper in front of him.

Behind him, there was no normal moderate wall, but rather, a glass wall-like window that projected over the entire busy city of London.

"Uhm, good morning." I said in a soft, low voice. Okay, I'm nervous, but I can do this.

Unlike Mr. Beards, Rickard Ellington Conway apparently found no need for a warm greeting, because all he did to 'welcome' me was simply look up from his papers for a moment to glance at me, then back to the papers again.

Why, thank you for your endearing welcome. You know, a fellow human new to your company, first time in your majestic office, in desperate need for work after her life fell apart not so long ago...

Why be nice or kind to her?! Pshhh, why waste your time like that?

I gulped, maintaining my silence.

I stood in my place for some minutes, waiting for him to greet me, say something, ask me to sit, or even start the interview, but he did neither.

He simply kept writing smoothly on the cursed paper in front of him.

I approached his desk.

"May I," I started, carefully, "Sit?"

He didn't -God forbid- look up.

But simply kept his icy gaze burning holes into his desk.

"You may." ─was his warm reply.

I did, and waited for a minute, a two minutes.

Then another two minutes.

Five whole minutes, and he did not seem to plan on any form of interaction with this fly of a human before him.

I let out a soft breath, feeling my bravery battery starting to run out.

My anxiety was slowly eating me up, and I genuinely did not know how longer I could keep up my brave face before just feeling like I couldn't answer and feeling nauseous.

"Excuse me, sir, won't we start the interview?" I finally gathered my courage.

I mean, I want to get over with this already. The pressure is wrecking my nerves! Like, please?

"We will." he started, "As soon as I am done with this matter before me. You need not be concerned about that, I have complete knowledge of my commitments, and..." He paused, as he, for the first time since I stepped into his territory...

Looked up.

Straight into my eyes, piercing with his steel orbs so deep into my soul that I shivered.

"I do not appreciate unnecessary interferences."

He said his words not in an angry tone, not in an aggressive one either, nor with a single hint of fury, he did not even raise his voice, but the venom he put into every word, was enough to shut me down.