RC.

Ch2 .......... J

Once outside, I follow Carter to a large Limousine.

The chauffeur, a young man dressed in a suit, nods at me politely.

His look is direct, his shoulders are broad and his unshaven jawline is prominent. His hazelnut eyes are observing me.

Mr. Carter:"Let me introduce to Stewart."

Mr. Carter:"Stewart, Miss White, my new assistant."

Stewart:"Good evening."

T:"Good evening!"

Nodding, he opens the wide passenger door, folding one arm behind his back. How elegant!

Stewart:"If you please."

Carter delicately pushes a hand against my back, inviting me into the car. His touch, if innocent, is nonetheless stirring...

(My hormones are really gonna have to cool it!)

Stewart closes the door and walks around to open Carter's side. Mr. Carter is typing on his telephone.

The inside of the car is spacious. I gently touch the leather of the seats.

When looking at the details of the luxurious inside, I find myself thinking that it really is classy. I'd never sat my behind in a Limousine before!

Carter slides in next to me and Stewart shuts the door. He then goes to the front of the car and gets into the drivers seat.

Mr. Carter is talking on his phone.

Mr. Carter:"I'm going to need a funding plan and your business plane in order to examine your project..."

The proximity makes me feel weak... His suit brushes against my bare arm and the smell of his perfume fills the car.

I can't even hear what he's saying anymore. I feel overwhelmed by doubt and anxiety.

What if it really was him, the guy in the elevator?

I press the documents I'm holding against me and tighten my knees together. His hand is only a few inches away from my thigh and already I'm blushing.

My mind keeps saying no!! He wouldn't have pretended, he would have recognised me when I barged into the meeting room that day!

I'm imagining things! Carter has obviously, nothing to do with that stranger!

What's more, it's more probably that they simply wear the same perfume!

Honestly, I really hope it's just my mind playing tricks.

I watch the city lights pass by. The tempo set by the regular lampposts calms my beating heart.

Stewart drives assertively and smoothly. He watches the road, from time to time looking at his side view mirrors. But he never ventures his gaze onto his passengers.

I think about the interview. I'm curious to see how the great Carter handles the journalists from Fox News.

He's definitely the type of guy who captivates his audience whatever the subject.

And he must be excellent when he's talking in his field.

Mr. Carter:"The problem isn't financial, it's your lack of ambition..."

Ambition... I wonder if Carter built his empire from scratch, or if he got a little help from his family.

Matt's words come back to mind and yet... Carter just doesn't seem to be a daddy's boy.

Mr. Carter:"Send me the documents before tomorrow morning. I'll get back to you before the end of the week."

As he hangs up, I clear my throat, ill at ease. He sets his sharp eyes on me.

Mr. Carter:"Stewart, how long till we get there?"

Stewart:"Five minutes, sir."

He types on his phone again.

Mr. Carter:"Relax... You'll do just great."

T:"Sorry?! You're talking about the interview?!"

Does he really think I'm gonna take part in any way in the interview?

He gives me an impish smile.

Mr. Carter:"I'm kidding! I'm not as cruel as to throw you in at the deep end on your first interview!"

He laughs placing his phone back against his ear. It seems that his eyes meet with Stewart's in the rear view mirror.