Changing Chase Bradley

Chapter 2- The Interview

After exiting the elevator, I made my way to the private garage that only tenants had access to. I found my car, which was my baby... who needs a boyfriend when you have a car like this, eh?

My car was a 2016 Audi R8 in the prettiest snow white color you will ever see in your life. I hopped on in and pushed the start button and listened to my baby purr to life. Looking around for cars coming, I pulled out of the garage and onto the street with one goal in mind: 

Get this fucking job.

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Stepping out of my car, I breathe in the air and take a second to take in my surroundings. Businesses, shops, and skyscrapers are what I see around the building that I'm going to for my interview. The building itself is tall, with windows covering it in its entirety.

After taking a quick look around, I walk into what could be the start of the first step in defying my parents and creating my own life, as making a name for myself.

The lobby, itself, said enough about this place and confirmed my presumptions. High class. Everything that I've grown up to know was somewhere inside this building... and this was only the first floor. 'Appreciation of the finer things in life' was printed on the wall in the lobby. I scoffed to myself and continued on.

There were white couches and chairs to my right, carefully placed around a glass table, filled with magazines, that no one will ever read, about people, who no one seems to care about. 

To my left was the receptionist counter. The counter itself was granite, white and sleek. On the front of it, smack dab in the center with big cursive writing was  'Bradley Enterprises'. The counter then continued on from the start of one wall, to the end of the one on the opposite side of the room. I took note of the employees, the receptionists to be specific. All female, all dressed in tight dresses, and visually stunning.

I scoffed. 'Typical rich billionaire business owner ' I thought to myself.

I walked over to the counter and stood in front of the first receptionist I saw. She was typing away on her computer and I patiently waited there, hoping she would eventually notice me. After a while of nothing but me staring at her and her fingers darting onto the many keys on her keyboard I decided to clear my throat.

She looked up instantly and directed me towards where I was supposed to go to wait for the interview. Walking into the waiting room I heard a collection of gasps and whispers. This is what happens when you're rich and famous and everyone around you has never been within ten feet of celebrity-in the business world that is. I took my seat next to a bunch of girls that looked like hookers. I was happy with my outfit. It was a mix of sexy and professional... with a little more emphasis on the 'sexy'.

For the next hour or so, I saw in the waiting room and waited for my name to be called. Girl after girl was called in and all came out with the same defeated look on their face. I'll admit, that made me sort of nervous. However, I'm a Holt. Even thought I may not like them or get along with them, I was still born with the same strong personality of them and I was not about to get discouraged by some Billionaire CEO who thought he could control everyone.

Finally, my name was called and looking around I noticed I was the last one there. A secretary with the shortest mini skirt ever on walked me to the office of the CEO of the company. I went to thank her but realized she was already walking away, now half way down the hallway. Taking a deep breath, I pushed open the door and walked in.

The first thing I noticed was the gorgeous man sitting behind the desk with his face looking down into some papers. He had light brown hair and a thick build, from what I can see. His eyebrows were striking and although I couldn't see his face, I could tell that he was the most gorgeous man I would ever see in my life.

I smoothed over my dress and walked over to the desk. He didn't acknowledge my presence so, for the second time today, I cleared my throat. This got his attention as he looked up at me, locking his crystal clear blue eyes on mine. I couldn't take my eyes from him, and for some reason... it felt nice and natural. Like my eyes were meant to stare at his.

I looked away when I decided that I should probably introduce myself. Holding my hand out for him to shake, I started talking.

"Hello, Mr. Bradley. I'm Anna-" I was then cut off by him speaking.

"Anna Holt. Born in the family of the Holts. One of the biggest names in the business and political worlds. Sister of Grayson and twin of Annabelle. Recently... fired? Is that correct, Ms. Holt?" Mr.Bradley spoke, with so much power in his voice that it took me by surprise. The fact that he had to add in that I was fired recently really ticked me right off and I knew that I wasn't about to go down without a fight.

"Recently fired, correct. Living within that family your whole life does something to you. Did you know that I actually brought in 56.2% of that company's gross annual earnings? Which means that between my brother, sister, and both parents put together, they brought in less than half? Firing me because of jealousy and me not conforming to their twisted ways of doing "business" with people is something I would take over screwing over people trying to make a living like us." I walked closer to the desk and leaned on it, making direct eye contact with him before continuing. 

"So if you're not going to appreciate what I bring to the table and you're going to focus on the fact that I got fired because I do my job better than anyone in that company? Then fine, I will walk my ass right back on out these doors and go find somewhere that does." 

'Holy fuck' is the first thing I thought when I was finished talking. And now I see why I was fired.

I crossed my arms on my chest, waiting to be told to get the hell out of his office and to never come back.

But what I didn't expect was for him to let out  deep, throaty laugh. A true genuine laugh. He looked at me and smiled, looked at my resume, and threw it in the air before standing up and extending his hand. I looked at it confused and walked forward to shake it.

Our hands made contact and he pulled me in so that I was only a couple of inches away from his face. My eyes quickly traveled down to his lips before going back up and meeting his eyes.

Shaking my hand, not breaking eye contact, the handsome devil himself said...

"Well, Ms. Holt... welcome to the team."