I walked through the hall. While trying to get the best of my nerves. I got my small bag with the questions written in it, I mean I have to be smart here, he's dangerous, and I am naïve. So Chris wrote the questions for me.
"You don't have to knock, you can just walk in," The woman added and smiled friendly at me.
I opened the door and literally felt over my own feet. My two left feet and me.
I am on my hands and knees in the doorway of Mr McCann's office, and gentle hands are around me helping me to stand. I am so embarrassed, damn my clumsiness. I have to steel myself to look up, holy cow – he's so young. Sixteen, seventeen? "I don't think your Mr Grey?" He extends a long-fingered hand to me once I'm upright. "I'm Jason McCann are you alright, would you like to sit?" So young, and attractive, very attractive, damn his hotness. He's tall, dressed in a fine gray suit, white shirt, and black tie. Hazel brown hair, and gold eyes staring right at me. I finally get myself together and say, "Uhm, actually Mr Grey-"I murmur, fuck this, if he's a drug attic, a bomber, a killer... then I am a unicorn. Still in a daze I place my hand in his and we shake. As our finger touch I feel an odd rush go through my body. I withdraw my hands hastily, embarrassed. Must be static. I blink rapidly, my eyelids matching my heart speed. "He's indisposed, so he send me. I hope you don't mind Mr McCann."
"And you are?" His voice is warm, possibly amused, but it's difficult to tell, seeing his facial expression. "Jane Hill. I study English Literature with Chris... Christian... Uhm Mr Grey." "I see." He replies simply. I think I see a small grin appear on his face, maybe a smirk. "Would you like to sit?" He points at a white leather buttoned L- shaped couch. His office is way to big for just one person... I guess that's all part of the being rich life. In front of the floor – to – ceiling windows, there's a huge dark wooden desk, which could be a dinner table for eight. It matches the coffee table by the couch. The rest of the room is white, the ceiling, floors, and walls, except the wall by the door, it's covered with posters of bands from the 60 – 70 – 80's Some of them I've never seen before, but I don't really know anything about music anyway.
"Nirvana." He says while I stand on front of a poster. I nod, "Best album ever made" He continues, as I walk back. "I know, I always work here 24/7 so I at least want to have my favourite bands to look up to every evening." I smile, "which one is your favourite?" I ask. "It depends by my mood, right now I love listening to Jeff Buckley." I was surprised by his choice. I mean that's actually someone I know about. "Which song in particular?" I ask. "Depends I really like 'last goodbye', but 'hallelujah' will always be my favourite." He speaks as he almost get's lost in his thoughts about music. "Couldn't agree more, Mr McCann." I reply and he gives me his Hollywood smile, releasing his pearly white teeth, blinding me, making me at a lost of words.
I sink in to the white leather couch, Jason on the opposite. Next, I set up the mini – disc recorder, and with my sweaty fingers that was quite a job to do. Dropping it twice on the coffee table in front of me, Jason says nothing. Waiting patiently, I think. I suddenly flush red. "Sorry," I mutter. "This is all new for me."
"Take all the time you need, Miss Hill." He says. "Would you mind if I record the interview?" "After you took all this trouble getting it on – you ask me now?" I flush again. He's teasing me? I hope. I blink at him, unsure of what to say. After a while I think he sees my struggle and he says, "No I don't mind."
"Did Mr Grey explain what the interview was for?" "Yes, to appear in the graduation issue of the student newspaper as I shall be conferring the degrees at this year's graduation." Oh! I'm glad he knows it because I would have no idea what to say of he didn't knew. " Good." I swallow nervously. " I have some questions Mr McCann." I say, smoothing my hair back. "I thought you might." He says, deadpan. He's laughing at me. My cheeks heat up, why am I so embarrassing? I sit up straight my shoulders back, trying to find some newfound confidence... nothing. "You're very young to have such an empire, to what do you owe your success?" I glance up at him. His smile is ruthful, but he doesn't look happy, more disappointed. "Business, is all about people Miss Hill, I'm very good at judging people, I know how they work, what they like, what they don't what inspires them, and how to incentivize them. I employ a exceptional team, and I reward them well." He pauses and flashes me his golden stare. " I believe to achieve success if you are determent to do it, know your subject from the inside and out, know every detail. I work very hard, very hard to do that. I make decisions based on logic and facts. The bottom line is, it's always down to good people."
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