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"Breath Rose, remember to breath. It's kind of vital stupid. Stop it! He is just a guy. Whom you will interview. And whose interview will probably give you that raise you have been dreaming about and that nice office, god I am sick of those cubicles."
I am talking to myself for approximately 10 minutes. He is late and my heart is beating so fast it would frighten a doctor. I am sweating from all my pores and currently praying, to every God I learned about in those extra histology classes I took in University, that my makeup is still intact and I didn't transform in the nightmare before Christmas.
What am I doing you might ask, well I am desperately trying to gain some kind of courage. I mean it is not like it's my first piece, neither is it my first interview, but god am I terrified of the aftermath.
I know what it means, how hard it will be. Once the piece will be released every paper, every magazine and news-let will jump on me. I have to be the best, I am fully aware of that. I have to strive to leave the ordinary aside and jump over the basic questions.
I want to know him, the raw him.
"I am sorry for being late Miss Parker, the traffic was terrific." my thoughts are interrupted by a smooth voice.
And there he is.
John Anderson, 20 minutes late, but still better late than never.
"No problem Mr. Anderson, I wasn't here long either." I answer with a smile and rise to shake his hand.
"I like your choice of location. I have to admit I've never been here and no one actually ever mentioned it. Magazines usually come by my office or we dine somewhere with at least 2 Michelin Stars." he confesses with a small laugh.
It indeed is.
I was unsure at first whether my favorite cafe was the best place to invite him, but I know I had to do it on my territory. Somewhere I feel safe, and this magical place has been my sanctuary for the last 5 years.
It is a cozy looking place that always smells of homemade cookies. It looks like it was forgotten by time with the woody furniture and washed pink walls. Full with pictures of days that passed way too fast and memories that will always remain. Most of them, black and white, full with people that are laughing and places that are unknown for me.
It belongs to Tilisha or Tili as she always insists I should call her, an old lady, who always likes to tell stories about the times she was young.
I love that woman and every time I feel my world falling apart I come here and sit with her for hours while drinking hot coco and listen to her stories. I was always inspired by her, the struggles she went through and the battle her life was, it always made me think I had it easy. I am sometimes amazed at the hardships she went through and the fact that she is still smiling from ear to ear.
"Well I always liked to surprise people. I live by the motto : Monotony is deadly. Why not try something new?" I slyly smile at the man.
"I knew you were something different Miss Parker from the moment I saw you."
"Thank you, I don't know if it was intended as a compliment, but I will take it that way."
"So what would you like?"
"Well since you choose the cafe, I will go with your choice until the end."
"Very well then. Give me 1 minute." I answer and get up to go to the counter to order.
"Okay, well I order the same thing for the both of us and I am sure you will love it as much as I do."
"Oh so you come here often?"
"Almost every day. It's my favorite place in the whole world."
"Really? Most people would say that home is their favorite place." he says while arching one of his eyebrows.
"That's the thing about me Mr. Anderson, I am not most people. Home for me is a ghost that sometimes comes back to haunt me." I answer and my voice gets stuck in my throat at the end.
"But we aren't here to talk about me. We are here to know more about you." I quickly advert the conversation far away from myself.
In the meantime Sonya, Tili's only employee, comes with our order.
"Here you go sweets. Dig in while it's still hot." she tells us both with a smile and makes her way back to the counter.
"Go on. You heard her. Taste it while it's still hot." I encourage him.
"I am, I am, just give me a second." he answers and laughs.
He takes the spoon and looks at the food in front of him.
I choose for each of us a big piece of blueberry pie and a really big mug of hot chocolate. He slowly takes a bite from the pie and chows just as slowly, almost as if to spite me because he can see how nervous I am .
"This pie is absolutely magnificent. I don't think I ever tasted anything better." he answers while smiling and for a second it felt as if I couldn't breath properly while I was looking at him.
"That is Tili for you. Best pies in town."
"So Rose what do you have for me? Fire away, let's hear your questions."
"I don't think you mind me recording this?" I answer while pointing at my phone on the table.
"Oh no, by all means."
"Okay then Mr. Anderson, let's begin."
YOU ARE READING
The Ceo's Game
ChickLit" You remind me of a line from a poem I once read. " I slowly get up and start to caress his face. " Oh really? Which poem?" he asks with a smirk on his handsome face, probably thinking that my answer will amuse him. "It's called "For woman who...
