Moments of Impact H.S. A.U.

6.

Inside the lift, I fix my lipstick realising I have messed it up a bit on the bottom lip and have gotten some on my teeth. This stuff never looks like it does in commercials. Somehow it never looks like it does on celebrities either. Perhaps it's all just photoshopped. But I do like how it adds a bit extra. I'm definitely in favour of the trend being back. However just like my nail polish I have a way of constantly messing it up, and that's when I realise I messed up a couple of nails on my right hand too. There's no way I can fix it now. I sigh and run a hand through my hair. I can do this, whatever this is. Once again, I'm wearing a pair of stilettos, but this time I've made sure to get here on time. But why do I even bother? I probably just forgot something the last time I was here although I don't recall what. There's no other reason as to why my presence is being needed.

The elevator rings indicating I've reached the right floor, and once it opens I see Mrs Martin. Why? God why? Right after Hugh she's probably my least favourite person.

"Miss Davis," she says faking me a smile.

"Mrs Martin," I say copying her actions.

"Follow me," she says clearly not pleased by the situation. She leads me to an office that doesn't have glass walls, knocks on the door and motions for me to enter. I feel like I'm in trouble like a kid at the principal's office, yet I don't understand why I'm here. When I don't move for a second, she opens the door for me and encourages me to enter. I does as she wants and hear the door close behind me as I enter the room. The view here is amazing, and two of the walls are made from glass solely. For a moment, I don't even realise the person in the room.

"You're here," he says as he turns around, and I'm startled by the man's presence. I'm too caught up by the amazing view to notice I'm not alone.

"It's y-you," I say with narrowed eyes as I finally direct my gaze at the man.

"Yes, it's me," he says with a smile shaking my hand, and I feel my cheeks heat up. Am I missing something? Is he mocking me? Am I part of some twisted game? All kind of thoughts run through my mind, and I don't know which one to go for.

"But you," I say pouting at him not even sure what I want to say. "What's going on?" I ask crossing my arms.

"Why don't you take a seat miss Davis?" He says and leans back in his chair with his hands behind his head. He looks relaxed which annoys me.

"Are you stalking me," I ask letting my mind take over. He chuckles taking me by surprise. It's the man I met at work last week, and I'm confused to say the least about the entire situation.

"No, I'm not," he says with a smile, and I notice how his tongue runs over his lips in a smirk.

"Am I amusing you?" I ask feeling offended.

"Why don't you take a seat," he repeats, "and I'll explain why you're here. You thirsty?" he says, and I shake my head. I look at the chair and bite my lip contemplating my options. I can walk out of this room or sit down and listen. And although the first option is tempting I'm curious as hell and sit down hesitantly.

"Good. Now, you're here because I think you're the right candidate for the job as my secretary," he says, and I'm surprised that nothing in his voice seems to be indicating that he's joking.

"You messing with me?" I ask. All my manners surely seems to be washed down the drain. The way I'm addressing him is rude, but I'm not really comfortable with the situation.

"No, I am not. Nor am I stalking you."

"Then what were you doing at the café?"

"You said that you were an expect at coffee making. I wanted to make sure you weren't lying," he says flashing me a smile. It reminds me of last week. I remember that smile.