"I hope this interview goes well." I say to literally no one. I pull my shirt on and try my best to put my tie on, letting it hang tightly around my neck. "Do I even have a skirt?" I mumble looking in my dresser, finally finding one, it was a bit short for my liking, going slightly past mid thigh but it was all I had.
Grabbing my keys I race out the door, already slightly late. Ren was going to flip her shit, she was the CEO of Grey Inc. after all. I had heard she had a temper about that kind of thing. Fixing my makeup in the car slightly and fixing my hair into a pony tail I rush inside the tall building. "Hello, I'm here to see Miss Ren." I said to the receptionist. She said nothing and pointed towards the door. "She's been waiting." I nod and walk to the door, opening it. Ren sat at her desk, dressed in all black, she didn't even glance up at me. "You're late. Sit." I hastily sit in the chair in front of her, not wanting to upset her more.
After a moment she looked up at me, eyes scanning my face and my body. "So you want to work for this company?" "Y-yes." She nod, getting up and coming in front of the desk looking at me. "Wearing that?" She gestures towards my skirt. I shyly look down. "I-it was all I had." Her voice intimidated me, but somehow, I liked it.
Her hand came under my chin, lifting my head up, making me look her in the eyes. "You could have worn work pants. Instead you come to my office teasing me with this skirt." My eyes widen at her words. She pulls away, her eyes not leaving me. "Come by after hours." She walks back to her desk, sitting down. "So..am I hired?" I say standing.
"Depends on if you come after everyone leaves."
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