Undercover

Chapter 3: Impressions

A/N: Third chapter is uppp!!!! Please tell me what you think so I’ll know if you like it or not. Don’t be afraid. :)))) And if you like it, please vote and be a fan. :P THANK YOU SO MUCH

By the way, this story is inspired by Miley Cyrus’ movie “So Undercover”.

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I rested my hands on my lap to keep them from trembling. I can’t even describe how nervous I am.  Every now and then, I'd glance across to where Mr. Miller was seated. There was nothing but silence in the room, I’m just waiting for him to talk. He was busy inspecting some files. Then there’s me, seating stiffly with nothing to do but wait. It seems like he doesn’t even recognize my existence.

 I drummed my fingers on the mahogany table to decrease the awkwardness and tension I’m feeling. Why is he taking so long? To brush off the impatience, I just let my eyes explore the room. I found a picture hanging on the wall, it’s Drew Miller and an old looking man. I guess it’s his dad. Wide smiles were plastered on their faces, they looked genuinely happy. I wonder where his mom is, and why she wasn’t on the picture.

He leaned back on his seat and rested his hand on the arms of the chair. I looked at him, trying to read his mind. There’s something in him that intimidates me that adds more butterflies in my stomach, I just can’t figure out what it is. I examined his face. His bushy eyebrows compliment his caramel eyes and his jawline seems like it was shaped perfectly by the Gods. He’s handsome, no one can deny it.

 Licking his lower lip, he arranged the disassembled papers and laid it on the end of the table. I positioned myself on the chair and fixed the collar of my blouse, inhaling deeply. “So… Tell me about yourself.” He crossed his arms as he stared at me. I can’t believe I’m being interviewed by someone just a year older than me, and the fact that I’m gonna work for him makes me uncomfortable.

“Uh… I’m Blair Collins. I’m eighteen years old, I’m supposed to be a senior this year but I stopped so I can work and help my dad.” I stuttered.  I really want to finish my studies but since my mother died I feel like I won’t be able to. We experienced financial problems, we were hopeless. So I told my dad that I wanted to work. He didn’t agree at first, but I insisted. That’s the only way to earn more money.

“Too young to work, huh?” He said, raising a brow.

“Yes, sir. I believe you are too. You’re only nineteen but you’re already the president of the company.” I shot back. Shit, wrong move. I shook my head in incredulity, I’m so stupid. He probably hates my guts now. This isn’t a good start, I’m giving him a bad impression.

“You think?” He asked, smirking. I thought he was gonna be mad at my answer but it looked like he found it entertaining.

“Yes. People your age normally party every night, not handle a big company.” I answered honestly. He chuckled, shaking his head in amusement.

“I know, and being stuck with adults and grannies sucks. I’m used to it though.” I just laughed at his statement.

 “I’m actually glad that someone my age applied here.” He added, talking about me. I flashed a smile and nodded.

Opening another folder, he bit his lip then locked his jaw tight. “Now, give me reasons to hire you.”

I gulped. “I’m a very responsible and reliable person. I am ready to do everything you will say, that’s what assistants do right? This isn’t the first I became an assistant, I worked at an agency once so being an assistant is not new to me. I assure you, I can handle the work very well.” I lied. Yes, I work at an agency but not as an assistant, but an agent.