Surviving the CEO

Chapter 1: Coffee

**Aria's POV**

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! Stupid fucking alarm clock! Disrupting my beauty sleep!

I flip myself over, still halfway asleep, I feel around my nightstand, knocking my glasses off in the process until I finally find my alarm and shut it off. I open my eyes and look at the time. 8:00. Shit. I'm going to be late for my interview. I fling the covers off of me and bolt into the bathroom. I strip off my clothes and step into the shower letting the hot water cascade down my tense back muscles.

Ten minutes later, I emerge from the steaming hot shower and wrap both my body and hair with a towel. I give up on waiting for my hair to dry, so I blow dry, straighten, curl and let the tendrils fall down over my shoulders and down my back. I do my make-up, which is simple, it consists of mascara, eyeliner, some red lipstick and a spritz of my favorite perfume Pink Citrus Wonders.

Still clutching the towel that's wrapped tightly to my body, I walk to my closet and pick out a white blouse that shows a little bit if cleavage, a black pencil skirt that stops at my knees, my black blazer and my killer black pumps. I grab a watch that has diamonds on it, a matching bracelet and some diamond earrings. I don't want to be dressed like a desperate slut, I want to be professional.

I glance at the clock and the red lettering reads 8:50. All that rushing was for nothing. I have an interview at 10 with the CEO of DeLuca Enterprises, Xavier DeLuca to be his personal assistant.

"Oh god. Oh god. Where are they?!" I'm in my hands and knees looking all over my bedroom.

I feel like Velma from Scooby-Doo. I need my to see far away, they aren't anything special, they're black business glasses. I have contacts so I decide wear my contacts to look more professional. I finally find my glasses and put them in their case and on my nightstand. When I was about to my get up I saw a picture of my parents.

I feel my cheeks slightly damp, signaling that I've been crying. I walk over to my full length mirror to check out my outfit and to see if my makeup smeared. I look at the reflection staring back at me, thank god none of it smeared, and I feel my spirits lift slightly.

My mid-back dark chestnut brown hair is places in curls down my chest stopping at the bottom of my breasts, my piercing emerald green eyes pop with my tan skin, my 5'6" height is perfect and my white blouse and black pencil skirt show off my curves. You can do this Aria, you can do this. After I deem myself worthy of being job interview material, I fix my black blazer, I grab my phone, purse, car keys and head out the door.

I step into my apartment buildings elevator and hit the lobby button. The elevator doors ding, once they open signaling that I've reached the lobby. Stepping out of the elevator, I walk past the front desk nodding to Amelia.

I walk over to the parking lot next to the building, unlock the door to my 2014 black Acura RDX. I get in start the engine and pull out of the parking lot. I glance at the clock and I notice that the clock reads 9:05.

I have some time. I drive to my favorite little coffee house Coffee Magic. I park in front of the entrance and walk in the smell of freshly ground coffee beans hits me.

"Hey Aria!" Amy yells.

Amy is my best friend, we went to high school together but went to different colleges and then when college ended and I moved here, I saw her working here and now here we are.