Knock On the Door

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Isabella Vaspen

My leg shakes repeatedly, my palms dampened with sweat and my body tensed in anticipation. My teeth caught my slightly swollen lip, drawing blood and my hand nervously tucked a strand of loose air behind my ear.

"Miss Vaspen", an elderly voice called, causing my hear to snap to the direction of the receptionist. The light breeze of the fan stationed infrony of me cooled my now reddened cheeks as I placed a steady hand on my thigh.

"They're ready for you in room 1E", the receptionist gave me a reassuring smile before continuing typing on her computer.

With shaky legs, I steadily made my way to the iron door with the newly printed word '1E'. My heels echoed through the almost empty hallway as my woobly strides slowly became more confident upon my arrival to the room.

Sighing deeply, I knocked on the door, fingers slightly shaky and legs ready to give out on me any minute now.

"Come in", a deep voice almost strained after a minute or two. I confidentlly strode into the room, my heart almost dropping at the image infront of me.

There he was in all his power, Damien Grey, CEO of the Grey Company, son of Khaz Grey and the don of Italy's most powerful mafia, "Colpi Mortali".

"Good evening Mr.Grey, my name is Azara Vaspen and I am here for the spot for your company's secretary", I confidentlly stated.

Damien Grey

"Good evening Mr.Grey, my name is Azara Vaspen and I am here for the spot for your company's secretary", she confidentlly said.

I laughed to myself, finding this situation quite amusing.

So we're acting like we don't know eachother? Okay, two can play at that game.

"And your resume?", I asked blatantly, moving my hand towards my computer observing her almost shocked expression.

She stretched her neck a little trying to spare a quick glance at the screen infront of me causing me to slightly chuckle.

"You see the email no?" she fired back, her voice laced with venom.

I sucked in a sharp breathe, my tongue rolling on my cheek and my eyebrows furrowing slightly. I placed my finger on my desk and my jaw ticked.

"If I did I wouldn't have asked would I now Isabella?"  I asked with hatred evident in my voice.

Her body stiffened and her eyes softened for a moment.

I hit a nerve.

"Dont call me that", she whispered, turning her head in any other direction, avoiding my cautious gaze.

"Why, does it bother you knowing I could ruin your pathetic little life with just one word?", I taunting asked. "That everything you worked for, the empire you built from the floor can crumble in just seconds?", I continued, just trying to get a reaction out of her.

Her eyes darkened, and her fists clenched. The vein popping at her neck, clearly visible before she cleared her throat and rested her almost shaky hands on the hem of her skirt.

"I have no idea what you're talking about Mr. Grey, I am here to try and secure a job positiom in the Grey Company" , she gritted out, annoyance clear in her tone.

"I don't fuck with you Isabella. Did they send you here to seek out secret information? Was your fake life so boring you had to seek out hope in me and beg me to touch you? Or did you just miss me so much you had to come begging on your pathetic little knees?". I scoffed.

She sheepishly glanced at me, holding intense eye contact.
"Why? Do you want me to?", she asked confidentlly.

Isabella Vaspen

"Why? Do you want me to?", I asked confidentlly.  I felt a sense of accomplishment seeing the defeated frown that painted his godlike face.
Why did I hate him again?

"Get out of my office", he demanded not even sparing me a glance, continuing typing on his computer.

With a defeated sigh I slowly made my way towards the door again. My finger slightly grazed the glass handle before I heard a frustrated groan.

"Isabella" he called out, almost disappointed in himself, causing a satisfied smirk to make its way across my face.

"Damien?", I sarcastically looked at him with puffed lips. He got up and his tongue clicked and he let out a low chuckle.

"You start on Monday, more details would be in the email sent to you from the company's secondary account and pull that damn skirt down, its barely covering your ass." he sighed before waving his hand dismissingly.

No words came out. Absolutely none, I just stood there in complete and utter shock before eventually making my way out the building.

Fuck him.