Forever

chapter 2

CHAPTER 2

I got dressed in one of my sassy but comfortable work outfits, which consisted of a tight pencil skirt and a loose blue blouse. I matched it with a pair of black stilettos. I checked my watch to note the time. Oh no. I was 5 minutes late. If there's one thing I know about multi-zillionaires, it is that they value punctuality. I took out a bag of treats for my dog, skipper. He was a cute golden spaniel I got as a birthday gift, from Ed's dad. I bent down and ruffled his hair. "I won't be long, ok?" I gave him a peck and was on my way.

It took me another 10 minutes to get a cab.

I literally run into the office, and I got a few glances. Not that I cared anyway. I went straight to the receptionist.

"Hi, um uh I'm Mia Greene, and I'm here for an interview."

She looked at me from head to toe, before speaking.

"Your first day, and you are already late?"

"Sorry"

"Well, Mr. McCarthy sent for you five minutes ago. You should hurry. His office is the third one down the corridor"

"Thank you"

I went off searching for Mr. McCarthy's office. I found it finally. I knocked twice and entered. I could see by the look the handsome hot guy gave that he hated lateness. I should have looked him up online yeterday. No matter how I imagined him, this was out of the picture.He didn't look like the 40 year old guy I assumed he would be. This man was all glorious muscle, and damn, I'll kill to look at that face all day. If looks could kill, I would be in my grave awaiting purgatory.

"Good morning, Mr. McCarthy."

"You are about thirty minutes late, Miss Greene."

"It's not my fault I don't have a car." I sat down, thinking of a way to take my words back. A lot of people often told me I had a sharp tongue, true. I tried to think of a topic for us to talk about, but since I was running short on ideas, I decided to keep quiet. Besides, he's the one doing the interview, not me. We sat there staring into each other's eyes. He had this calm but serious look in his brown eyes. You hardly find people with brown eyes these days. I have a pair myself. At least, we do have one thing in common.

"I read your application form. Quite impressive. It contained all I needed, plus I have already made my research." he said.

"So what am I here for then?" I asked, quite confused, but with a mastered face so that I wouldn't sound rude.

"Your schedule as my personal assistant. And also a personal review. To see who I am truly working with." He announced after a short pause. He sounded like he hadn't slept the whole night.

"Wait, so you are giving me the job?"

'If I wasn't, I wouldn't have called you. Matter of fact, you are starting today. Now. I have a meeting in 15 minutes, get me coffee and ....."

"I barely known the place, Mr. McCarthy"

"Will you let me finish?"

"Sorry"

"I will get someone to show you around. He will show you your way around and he will show you your office. I expect to see you at the meeting with a notepad."

"Yes sir."

Just then a young man, about Mr. McCarthy's height walked in. he had light brown hair, which was combed up in a form of style, and he looked more settled than Xavier. He had this glimmering look in his eyes that would make every girl fall for him. He had the looks, the muscles, practically everything.