Breaking The Wall

02| Interview

"His voice sends shivers down my spine, and as his lips move with each word, a heat radiates through me, leaving me slowly trembling with desire."

~Lila

LILA'S POV

I checked myself in the mirror, frowning slightly as I assessed my reflection. The pencil skirt hugged my butt and hips quite nicely, a little too nicely for my liking. 

The polo shirt, while professional, felt a bit tight, making the buttons at my bust stretch uncomfortably.

This could work, right?

Nope. I looked like a hoe.

Today was my job interview at Devereaux Enterprises, and I was nervous as fuck. 

My heart raced at the thought of walking into that office, facing the intimidating CEO, and somehow convincing him I was the right fit for the job.

I glanced down at Misty, who was lazily sprawled on the floor, oblivious to my turmoil. 

I leaned down, scooping her up into my arms, cooing at her to calm my nerves.

"Momma's gon' go to an interview now. You behave here, okay?"

She meowed softly, nuzzling against my chin, and I couldn't help but smile.

"You're my good luck charm," I whispered, trying to convince myself that everything would be alright.

Taking a deep breath, I straightened up and gave myself one last look in the mirror. 

"Alright, Lila. You've got this," I muttered, trying to muster the confidence I desperately needed.

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I waited patiently in the waiting area, seated on a chair that felt too stiff. A flood of applicants came and went, most of them women, each more polished and glamorous than the last. 

I scanned the room, noticing some ladies flaunting their cleavage, skirts so short they barely covered anything.

Their hair was meticulously styled, and their makeup—well, seriously, they looked like clowns with all that heavy foundation and bright lipstick.

I sighed to myself, tapping my foot against the floor in an attempt to burn off some of my nervous energy.

"Miss Lila Carter? Mr. Devereaux is ready to see you." a voice called from the front desk, breaking me from my thoughts.

I took a deep breath, feeling my heart race. Well, can't back down now. Here goes nothing.

Standing up, I smoothed my skirt and made my way toward the office door, every step feeling heavier than the last. As I reached for the handle, a wave of self-doubt washed over me.

What if I wasn't what they were looking for? What if I messed up?

With a determined shake of my head, I pushed the door open and stepped inside.

ALEXANDER'S POV

My eyes flickered to the door as soon as I heard it open. A woman walked in, her fitted attire clinging to her curves a bit too closely for my liking.

I felt irritation simmer beneath the surface.

Great, another woman trying to seduce me? Just what I needed today.

I watched her as she sat down in front of me, her posture confident but her expression betraying a hint of nerves. "Good morning, Mr. Devereaux," she said, her voice steady.