RYAIRE RILEY
CHAPTER 7
Soon, she lead me into an office that was just about the size of my apartment. A large chair made perfectly for a CEO of such was turned towards the glass window that shone everything that happened opposite of it. The city was busy, very busy.
"Mr. Cash, your 4:00 appointment, with Miss. Riley is here. Call me if you need anything."
She said as she quickly exited the office as if he was going to kill her at any moment. It was women like her that fed my ego. They let a man, someone just as equal as them intimidate them. However, I did not.
"Have a seat. What position are you interviewing-" He began to say as I sat comfortably in the seat with my legs crossed. When he stopped, I made eye contact and it was then that I realized, it was the bastard that made me spill my Coke the night before. I clenched my jaws to keep from saying something that'll have a negative influence on the last occupational option I might have. He smirked at me before speaking.
"Well, well, well. Look who we have here. The woman who called me a bastard in a whole different language. Why are you here?"
Obviously for a job you dumb bastard. I thought.
Instead I smiled and tried to speak but it came out in Spanish. "Vete al infierno que usted perro!" I said, while still smiling.
His dark eyebrows furrowed before that stupid smirk reappeared across his face. His eyes were dark and cold, along with his demeanor but I remained, unamused.
"Ah, parler anglais darling." He said in French, making me roll my eyes. Now I see how he feels when I speak in another language.
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