Chapter 3

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~ Alessandro Pov ~

3 years earlier

This shit stresses me out.

I hate looking for new assistants.

But it seems that 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 are fast.

She reminds me of someone

She sits down, fast. Shifts in he seat more quickly than an actual person who is nervous.

After greeting I get straight into it. "So what job experience do you have?" I ask her

"I've been a manager at a production company" she replies

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

"Circumstancial"

I humm in response.

"Do you have a history with anything illegal?"

"NO" she says loudly eying me

"You're getting defensive" I state

"You're asking something offensive" she spats.

"You're acting guilty" I say.

She looks away.

"Why are oh 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

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.

10 Minutes Pass By

"I'll get back to you" I say gathering her file.

She nods and heads out.

After interviewing a few more people I feel stressed.

Mainly because that woman was on my mind.

Fuck this.

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