The Arrangement

-THREE-

next day...

I looked in the mirror and let out a deep breath, feeling all the air being exhaled slowly out of my lungs.

I was wearing a black tight dress, the one that he told me to wear, with nothing over it. It was revealing but not to the point of it being inappropriate for work. I slid on my black pumps and grabbed my purse and glasses and headed out the door.

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"Good luck Sutton." Sydney said and I smiled, though it was fake and filled with nervousness.

I headed to my desk and set my papers down. I looked through them and found my resumé. To the best of my ability it was good, and professional. I was permitted to meet at the Dolan House at 2. Which to my advance was great because it was down the busy New York street.

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" Sutton, Ethan wants to see you in 10." Mr. Thompson said as he passed by my desk. " Ethan, sir?" I question unfamiliar with the name. "Dolan. Ethan Dolan." He clarified and I nodded.

I headed to the 40th floor, the most intimidating one ive set foot in. And I was even More intimidated when I was faced with the black bulky doors once again. I knocked.

" Eth- Mr. Dolan?" I corrected myself. "come in. Sit." He said and I closed the door behind me. " lock it." He said and I hesitated. But I did as he asked, well demanded. " is this important? Because I really have to work on my pitches." I informed him and he gave me a displeasing look. " nevermind." I said and I remained standing.

"Why am I here? Again?" I asked after what felt like am eternity of silence. "I mean, I'll see you at the audition in 20 minutes. " I rambled but he held his hand up to stop me.

"Why do you think you are here?" He asked crossing his arms. I shrugged. "the reason I chose you is not only due to busniess reasons but as well as on a... Personal level." He said and I lifted my brow. " you see my tastes are very, singular. You wouldn't understand." He said in a husky voice and I bit my lip.

Then he walked over to me and was inches from my face. " if you were mine you wouldn't be able sit down for a week." He whispered in a deep and seductive voice. I swallowed. My face was hot and I could feel my blood pulsing through my veins.  "Uh- I assume you are relating to... business reasons." I let out a breath and he smirked. " yea, something like that." He whispered then dropped his eyes to my body and flickered them back up to mine, and held the contact.

"You're dismissed." He whispered in my ear and my body shivered. I turned around and slowly headed out of his office.

As I exited the room, I found myself incapable of being able to breath properly, and my body was almost numb. My chest had this weird tight sensation and my head was dizzy. The slightest of words from the man can affect me in ways I never thought anyone could. I walked my way to the elevator,the sounds of my heels clicking throughout the quiet and bare hall.

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I walked through the automatic glass doors at the Dolan House. It was about 70 stories, and all black. As of everything else he seems to own.

I looked at the paper in the folder and checked to see which floor the auditions were held. Highest floor: 69. I clicked the top button on the elevator and smoothed out my dress.

As I approached the floor, my hands began to sweat and my breath became hitched. This was a big deal, and I dont what to " fuck up". The doors slowly parted and I was soon faced with a room full of girls.

Just woman. I gazed around and didn't find one single male journalist. I was handed a ticket with a number and I sat on a black couch against the dark greyish wall.

I mingled with a few girls, got to know their name and profession. But what was funny was that half of the girls I met, were not in journaling. One was from fashion. One was a social media director. And the another from finance.  Only a few were from the same division as me. Some were not even in a profession, more like a major. They varied from different businesses as well. Which was odd. And I soon became skeptical of the whole situation. "Mr. Dolan is so hot." Some girls next to me kept rambling and I giggled at the fact. " he didnt even make eye contact with me." One girl pointed out and every other girl around related to her. Yet again, very odd.

" ticket 69." A man in a black suit called out and I stood to my feet, resumé in hand. And I followed him through the doors.

I walked in and was presented with a camera and a chair and no one else in the room besides the instructor. " sit please and present yourself to the camera please." He said and I did so. I positioned myself in the plush black chair and smoothed out my dress.

"I'm Sutton Ryans and I am a journalist at New York Times. I have contributed a lot to the office and I hope to contribute a lot to Mr. Dolan...in many ways..." I bit my lip, " ...and of  course, Dolan enterprises, to the best of my ability..."

I went on, reading from the paper in my lap. Soon enough it was over and I was escorted out of the room.

" Mr. Dolan will not be seeing anyone else.. Sorry for the inconvenience." The guy in The suit said as he hung up the phone. There was still about 20 girls left, and they were not happy.

But I proceeded about my day, waiting for the phone call to tell me if I got the job or not.

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Hope you enjoy... Thank you.

Peace✌💜