Business First

Chapter 1

AMELIA POV

Edited
Today I had an interview to be a part of King's Corporate. I didn't know what position yet but any position is a good position at King's Corp.

I did up the buttons to my white blouse and adjusted my skirt before putting on my blazer and my 3-inch matte heels and grabbed my black handbag, putting my files and resume in it.

It was in the news that the company were hiring lots of people for their new building and specified that they would give the position best for me based on my interview, rather than me coming in with a position I wanted already.

I walked out the apartment that I shared with my best friend, Jasmine, who wasn't home since she had a job. She worked at a bank as an accountant. Even though she had a boring job she was the craziest and most fun person I knew.

Walking into my favourite coffee shop, Bean, near my apartment, enjoying the rare New York sunshine. I decide to treat myself with an iced coffee and a cupcake, for managing to secure an interview with one of the best companies in the world.

As I was about to slide my credit card on the reader to pay the barista, I felt something warm drip down my back, making it's way from my shoulders down to my lower back and dripping off of the edge of my blazer. My eyes widen and my face blushes out of embarrassment, every eye in the cafe is glued on me and I'm frozen in my spot.

I eventually manage to turn myself around to a gorgeous man who had an empty cup of coffee in his hand, and a glint of mischief in his eyes. He was tall, he had dark skin, chocolate eyes and the sharpest jawline I'd ever seen.

"Are you crazy?" I whisper-shouted.

"Crazy? Me?" he laughed, "This is your fault." he said as he pointed at the situation; there was coffee on the floor and on the back of my blazer and he smiled.

A devilish smile.

"Excuse me?" I asked, dumbfounded by his stupidity.

"Think about it," he shrugged, carelessly.

At this point I couldn't control my anger. I didn't care whether it was an accident or not, but the fact that he didn't even apologise or even have a drop of regret on his face burned me. I mentally try to calm myself down, muttering encouraging and soothing words to myself.

Then I slapped him across the face.

My fingers instantly started buzzing with pain at the amount of force they hit his face with but I tried to cover up every trace of pain on my face.

"Think about that," I mimicked him. His relaxed and nonchalant expression turned in to an angry one as soon as he registered what had just happened and his hands balled into fists.

"You will regret this." he growled at me, pointing an accusatory finger at me, as if did anything but stand my own ground.

"I'm so scared," I said sarcastically as he walked out of the cafe. I gave him two middle fingers and made sure he saw them through the window.

I gain some confidence as I realise my slap probably took the attention away from the fact that I was covered in warm coffee. Luckily the coffee wasn't too hot and didn't touch my skirt or shirt. I take my blazer off and asked the cashier for a plastic bag to put it in before putting it in my handbag.

I walked to the bus stop, which was only a few steps away from the cafe and for the bus I needed, sitting there and eating my cupcake. By the time my food was finished, the bus arrived at the stop I needed and I arrived at the King's Corp. building.