My Brazilian CEO

Chapter 2

A week has passed, I'd finally settled in, done a little bit of sight-seeing. I couldn't really do much, I didn't have any cash, hence the reason I was standing in the middle of Central NYC with my CV in hand, dressed in a conserving pencil skirt and ruffled, white blouse.

Right in front of Grey Incorporates.

I had seen online that they were looking to hire a new personal assistant, for the CEO I assume, and although business wasn't what I had a degree in, I had done a few courses on it and therefore I thought I might have a chance at getting in.

I clasped my hands together nervously, tightening my grip so hard my knuckles went white.

"Get a grip." I murmured to myself, before walking towards the rotating glass door.

As soon as I stepped inside I was greeted by high ceilings, marble floor, a huge chandelier and hundreds of people, dressed immaculately. I looked like a complete idiot, and totally out of place.

I considered turning around and walking out but I swallowed my fear and approached the front desk.

A young woman looked up and said in an almost monotone voice, "Yes?" She said, her eyebrow raised expectantly.

"I'm here looking for a job, I have my CV, and I saw you were hiring." I reply, stumbling over my own words.

She adjusted her head-set and waited a few moments before chatting to someone briefly.

"Head over to the elevator there, 80th Floor." She said, before going back to whatever she was doing.

I stood there dumbfounded for a couple minutes before slowly turning around and getting into the elevator. I was surrounded by professionals, and they all got out of the elevator long before the 80th floor.

So I stood there by myself, for which felt like forever, until the doors finally dinged open and I hurriedly stepped out.

Surrounding me on leather couches were hundreds of woman, dressed in short skirts and blouses, bright lipsticks and clutching expensive purses.

I guess a lot of people wanted this job.

I approached the desk and the woman behind it stared at me with boredom.

"Here for the personal assistant interview, miss?" She asked.

I nodded.

"Take a seat, please, I'll call you when it's your turn." She said, exhaling.

I took a seat and looked around the room. You could see the whole city from up here, I was surrounded by glass and very expensive furniture.

After what seemed like hours, the woman called me and ushered me to a pair of black doors, giving me a smile and sending me in.

I almost died.

Looking directly at me, was a Brazilian God. He was perfectly tanned, with a rigid jawline, a light trail of stubble,
piercing coral blue eyes, and sunkissed brown locks swept back out of his face.

He had a look of sheer boredom on his holy face and gave me an instant hard glare when I didn't sit down.

"Hi." I spoke, making my way to the leather chair in front of his desk.

He looked at me, breathing out calmly as if he was trying not to say something rude.

I went red, I'd already embarrassed myself.

I clutched my CV nervously in my hand.

"Can I have your CV please." He asked, rather impatiently.