MY Stepfather

Chapter 3

~ Alessandro Pov ~

[ 3 years earlier ]

This shit stresses me out.

I hate looking for new assistants.

But it seems as nobody can match my pickyness. So let me just get this over with.

I press the button to my secretary "Send her in"

She knocks on my door and I tell her to come in.

The door opens and I'm shocked at the sight before me.

This women's face is dark. Her eyes are big. Her face is so thin it looks like there's no blood running around her eyes. Her movements towards the seat opposite my desk are fast.

She reminds me of someone

She sits down. Fast. Shifts in her seat go comfortablity more quickly than an actual person who is nervous.

After greeting I get straight into it. "What job experience do you have?" I ask her. Comes out more passive aggressive.

"I've been a manager at a production company" she replies not minding it.

"You're going from manager to assistant?" I ask arching a eyebrow.

"Circumstancial" she states firmly.

I humm in response.

"Do you have a history with anything illegal?" I ask curiously.

"NO" she says loudly her eye opens widely.

"You're getting defensive" I state

"You're asking something offensive" she spats.

"You're acting guilty" I say with a slight laugh.

She looks away.

"Why are you the person for this job?"

"I'm hard working. I don't stop until something is done. I do it properly. I don't let anyone get in my way. I have will power. I'm organasied and respectable"

Some of that shit is definitely a lie.

"Why do you want this job?" I ask actually interested in her awsner

"I have a daughter to take care of" she replies after rolling her eyes.

That's who she reminds me of.

My father. My father.

I ask her other questions regarding her work. Like any work experience she has. It all leads to the same awsner I don't want but sounds so, convincing.

As always.

Addicts.

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