"I'm not here to fight with you- I'm here to return the phone." I said with spite. As I tossed the phone on his table, I turned to leave. When I heard the roll out of the wheels of Brent's chair, I knew it was time to haul-ass out of there.
Suddenl...
Hannah left as swiftly as she came, and without a goodbye, I might add, shutting the huge intricate black door behind her. Not before shoving my resume into my hands, however.
Walking toward the open black leather seat, I took in the sleek black office which was hospital-clean, and spelled of cinnamon and pepper, oddly enough.
Holy fucking shit. That's him. There he is! My God, does he look good... Sweeter than my pastries probably taste... ew that's disgusting Bree, stop thinking like that. Now grow up and get this fucking job. Strut your stuff like you own the world.
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Listening to myself, I smoothed my skirt out, sat down and crossed my legs
Listening to myself, I smoothed my skirt out, sat down and crossed my legs. "Hi, I'm Aubrey Handler. Nice to meet you. You must be Mr. Reynolds?" I said, confidently extending my hand to the man sitting in front of me.
"Guilty as charged." He said, looking down and semi-smiling.
Ugh his voice sounds like chocolate. All warm, and smooth, and nice, and... who knew chocolate had a real life representation? Focus Aubrey!
"So, Ms. Handler, is it?" He asked as I nodded and handed him my resume.
"Uh, yes sir, that's me."
For a couple moments, there was silence as he perused my resume very diligently. I didn't complain; it gave me more time to look him over.
God he was completely gorgeous. It's almost as if somebody read my mind and took everything I wanted in a man look wise and placed him in front of me. I mean wow, just wow. He is really something incredible, and the man has said what, 8 words to me?
I heard a throat clear, and it was at that moment I wondered how long my face was on my clenched hand with an inquisitive look on my face.
"Might I ask, Ms. Handler, what you seem to be thinking about so much that it has caused such a ponderous look on your face?"
And he has an amazing vocabulary?
"Oh, um, I was just thinking about some non-trivial things, it doesn't matter really. Anyway, do you have any questions for me?"
Nice save moron.
"Yes. Why do you want to work here? It appears that you run a successful pastry business, and you seem to be very young, so why a position here in which you will be working strict hours alongside me, and will not have as much "creative freedom" as you might have at you bakery?" Not forgetting to put the air quotes around the words "creative freedom."
Ignoring the thinly veiled shade just thrown my way, I confidently responded, "Well Mr. Reynolds, as you can see, I've been working at that bakery for several years now, and as you can also see, I have a MBA in Business Managing. That being said, I think it's time for me to upgrade titles. I feel very confident in my abilities to help this business continue to thrive. I'm sure you can see my capability, judging by the fact that my bakery, which I started from the ground up, is now one of the most sought after pastry palaces this side of Manhattan."
"But it is just a pastry place, correct?"
"With all due respect, sir, no. If you don't believe me, you are more than welcome to stop by anytime you like to see how well-run my establishment is." Sweet Delights Bakery is my pride and joy. I do not care how gorgeous or toned this man is, no one has the right to insult someone's hard work, especially someone they have just met (and, might I add, spoken very minimal words to my dismay).
"Well, if I ever find myself on that side of town, I will be sure to stop now. Now in terms of this job, would be willing to forfeit your position at this bakery in order to work here?"
I'm sorry, what did he just say? 22nd Street is literally right here. This man, no matter how rich he may be, can not possibly expect me to believe that he is "above" 22nd St.
"Sorry, Mr. Reynolds, if you don't mind me saying, 22nd Street is not that side of town, it's literally a block away. Assuming I get the job, preparations are in order for me to leave my bakery." I quipped back with as nice a smile as I could muster without looking fake.
"Mhm... I see. Are you aware of all the requirements needed in order to be my PA? They are all standard rules, of course, but they would be outlined for your inconvenience."
"Yes I am aware of all that would be required of me, but I don't understand." I was very confused at the fact that currently, Mr. Reynolds was writing something down on his desk, not looking up at me even when he talked.
"Understand what? Congratulations you got the job, but not officially. I will indeed be joining you at your quaint café on 22nd Street for the last part of your interview. I do not have to make a reservation, I assume, however you should expect me on Wednesday around 9 am. If all goes well, you can expect to start on Thursday at 8. Are you caught up?" He explained himself with so much poise and elegance I could barely talk.
How have you managed to keep your cool Bree?
Wait a second... did I just get the job? Holy shit. Did- wait WHAT?
"I'm sorry, um, so I did get the job?" Flustered is an understatement, I was completely shocked, and shockingly flabbergasted.
With a light chuckle that sounded like flutes from heaven, Mr. Reynolds spoke once more.
"Yes, but not officially until Wednesday."
"Wow, uh, thank you! I mean, thank you so much, Mr. Reynolds. Sir." I managed to eek out those fragmented words as he led me to the door.
I will be walking out of this door a changed woman with a kick-ass new job. I feel like I could take on the world!
With yet another chuckle, Mr. Reynolds opened the door for me, but not before moving a strand of my hair and lowly whispering in my ear, "Welcome to Reynolds Co. I'm looking forward to your success with us." It was enough to make me shiver, and my knees to get weak.
"T-thank you."
I hightailed it out of there before I ended up flirting, which I knew was wrong but goddamn it, that man is sin on a stick. I didn't leave before seeing his white, perfect smile.
Again, feeling disgusted with myself for feeling like a cliché Lifetime movie. Awesome.
A.N. Hi guys! I haven't actually personally said hi yet! I just wanted to say that I know the first couple of chapters are a little slower paced, but it's mainly to give you all a feel for the beginning. This tends to be how it is in most books, and like most books, it will definitely pick up speed in the upcoming chapters.
