"Mr. Hood"

Interview

-this beginning part of the story is the same as the opening of the movie, fyi. After this chapter, it's all original. :)-

It all started when I walked into that door...

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      "Ms. Rose?" was all I heard before my world snapped back into reality. He stood, leaning on his desk awaiting my answer as I sat in my chair. "I'm sorry Mr. Hood." was all that came out of my mouth before I dropped my pencil. Great job Jay. Before I could pick it back up, a shadow came over me and grabbed the pencil. "Thanks." I was currently inside the office of Mr. Big Shot, Calum Hood. The youngest Multi-millionaire businessman, who was the talk of every magazine, newsstand, and newspaper in New York.

"Please, call me Calum." He was very polite, for a businessman. "What is it that you'd like to ask me? I understand you're here for an interview for your school newspaper" I sat there in awe. He actually reads his e-mails? "My name is Jaycee. Jaycee Carter" He looked at me, genuinely confused. "Ms. Rose is currently in bed, she caught the fever last night." His face turned from confused to pleased as he found out this new information. "Well, tell her I hope she gets better. You must be one of her assistants?" I giggled, assistants? Chris would never afford an assistant. We're in college. "No, well we're much closer than that. Christina's actually my older sister. Well, older by a month but still older" I nervously giggled as I looked up to see an amused face in front of me. He was very handsome, I must admit. His skin was slightly tan, almost bronzed. Underneath his suit laid a muscular, toned body. His voice was slightly low, maybe mid-puberty. He also had an accent, Australian i think. His hair was a bit messy but put together at the same time, with one blonde streak. Beautiful. Wait, what am I doing? Interview Jay, INTERVIEW! I looked down into my questions and continued.

       

      "So I understand that you've partaken in many public works projects. One of them is contributing to the repair in the park on 19th street. That's the park I grew up in." She looked down into her questions. It was very clear that she was nervous. She kept tapping her pencil down onto her notebook; the pages opened were covered in what looked like notes. But as I looked at her face, it came from worried to almost peaceful. It honestly looked like she was remembering something. Quite charming, I suppose. Almost childlike. As she snapped back, clearing her throat she stuttered "so, um, w-what about public works projects peaks your interest," She hesitated and nervously breathed out, "Mr. Calum." I answered, "Well, public works is what gathers more business Ms. Carter." She looked displeased, "Don't you agree?" She looked up at me and answered, "Well I think that, the vision of yourself is masked by the version of you the vision of the public eye wants. I think your heart is bigger than you're leading me, and quite possibly yourself, on to think." Her face then turned from displeased to a very familiar look. Almost as if she thinks she's won. I looked her in the eyes, "Well, you certainly aren't majoring in journaling. Or maybe that's one of your tricks." She giggled as she continued to ask questions I've heard before. To what do you owe your success? , How did you become such a great businessman? Blah, blah, blah. Eventually I knew I had to stop her, or else I'd die of complete boredom. But then she blurted out, "Are you gay?" Completely shocked and slightly amused, I looked up to find her in complete awe and very confused. "I- I'm sorry. It's just the question I have here. I don't understand why she would do that. I'm sorry for my sister, she can be a little... curious." She seemed sorry but at the same time, it was almost as if she meant to ask that question. I decided to walk towards the chair next to her and sit down. "No, I'm not gay. But, what about you?" She seemed taken back. "Am I gay?" I laughed as I corrected her thoughts, "No Ms. Carter, are you curious about anything?" She immediately answered, "Am I right? About the vision of the public eye vs. your personal vision of yourself?" I had no idea how to answer that. I couldn't answer honestly; I had a reputation to uphold. Then, my assistant walked in "Mr. Hood, your meeting starts in 5 minutes." "Cancel. We're not finished."

       I looked at him surprised. Before I could say anything, he started asking me questions. "Favorite author, Ms. Carter?" I hate that formal shit. "It's just Jay. Please, I'm not a princess or the president's daughter. Just Jay." He looked rather amused by my reaction. "Well, Jay... You still didn't answer my question." What's going on? He's being playful. Oohkaay. "Well, I mean I've recently been into modern literature. So, I would say John Green." He nodded "Ah, Fault in our stars fan?" I looked at him and said with the best, complete, and utterly disgusted face "How dare you?" He smirked, and looked at me with an almost, "what did I say?" face. I laughed and calmly said "No, I'm more into I fell for the mystery girl type of love story." He sighed as he pushed himself towards the edge of the chair to look at me. I felt his eyes trail my body but for some reason it didn't bother me. He looked up at me and asked, "Is there anything else?" I looked down. I couldn't keep eye contact with him for some reason. "Well, there's not much about me. I'm pretty simple. Look at me" He smiled and said in the most soothing voice, "I am."

      After the interview I walked her to the elevator. She seemed slightly intimidated by all the workers in my office. I mean, I'm not sure as to why though. They're just women after all. Just tall, blonde, slim, beautiful women. As we were walking towards the elevator I made sure she had all her questions answered & she nodded, "yes, thank you. I'm sorry again for that question about you being gay. Apparently, she looked you up prior to this interview and found no pictures of you with a woman. She also did not find any good portraits to use in the newspaper." I looked at her and she just smiled as she looked down. "Well, I'm going into California for a business meeting prior to giving a speech at your college for graduation." She looked surprised as she asked in the quietest voice possible, "You're giving a speech? I-I mean, oh right. The speech. Yeah okay. So, why do I need to know that information?" I quickly answered, "I could take some new photos for her if she'd like." She looked up at me and her face lit up, "You'd do that for her? That's so generous. Thank you so much." As she walked into the elevator we exchanged good byes and it was back to a regular workday.

      I hadabout 2 hours left in New York before I went home so I decided to watch someBroadway and eat some of the best sandwiches in the Big Apple. On the flighthome, I was exhausted so I slept for a couple hours. Chris picked me up fromthe airport and I knew she was going to ask a million questions. As soon as wegot home, right on time she started bombarding me with questions, "Sooooo,what's he like?" I was too tired to answer her but I knew that if I didn't, shewouldn't quit bothering me. Better soonerthan later, I guess. "Yeah I mean, he's a great guy. He's very polite andyou know. Stuff." She looked confused; like that wasn't the answer she waslooking... well, hoping for. "Ugh fine. I'll answer for real. He's very polite,like I said before. He is also very charming, & his workplace was filledwith women. They all worked for him. Tall, bimbos who looked like they'd doanything for him." I had told her everything that happened and she seemedpleased so I went into the kitchen of our apartment, which looked more like aloft because the place was huge on the inside, and made a sandwich. Sheinterrupted my silent, food preparing heaven and said, "You have got to admit,he's pretty damn fine." I stopped andthought about what she said but I knew if I thought about it too much I wouldspend the rest of my night fantasizing about that man so I answered quickly,"Yeah I guess. If you're into that type of guy..." She looked very confused, "Thehot type?" as she got into my face.She had this smirk that I knew all too well so I pushed her face into thefloor. I walked away into my room and shut my door.    

   -just in case you got lost, each paragraph sets the story in the eyes of Jay and Calum. It gets better, trust me.-