Devil-grethan-

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Grayson Bailey

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     Ugh, what? I rolled over from my comfortable sleep, reaching around blindly for my phone and holding it to my ear. "Hello?" I answer groggily, not bothering to check the number, my eyes still closed.

      "Grayson Bailey?" A woman asks, "this is him" I answer, sitting up and rubbing the sleep from my eyes. "Hi, this is Dolan Enterprises, you applied for the secretary position under Mr. Dolan's name and I just called to set up your interview with him" she explains, my eyes widening with excitement.

       "Uh, Yes of course! When will I be able to meet with him?" I ask her, the excitement clear in my voice. "We have two available spots for today, nine thirty and ten forty five" she tells me and I check the time on my phone, putting it back up to my ear.

         "I'll take the ten forty five" I inform her and she hums, probably scheduling it. "Okay you're all set, ten forty five it is!" She exclaims happily. "Thank you for your time, have a nice day" she returns the kindness and hangs up.

           I spend the rest of my time running around my apartment like a naked armadillo, trying to get myself presentable for the Ethan Dolan. He was pretty much an A-list celebrity with his own clothing, skin, hair, and makeup line, everyone envied him.

           My best friend, Bianca, recommended the job to me since she works in the building as a personal assistant for his brother, Michael Dolan. He was right under Ethan, the co founder of Dolan Enterprises.

            They're twin brothers who keeps the world at their feet, girls drop dead for them and guys envy their fame and looks. I was on the line of both, I envied them but I'd be great in bed with Ethan...

           I scurried out of the house by ten, making a stop at my local coffee shop, practically gulping down the espresso to get me going. I even had a little concert to Post Malone in the car, the drivers around me probably thought I had a mental disability.

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           "So explain to me, how'd you find out about the position, what makes you fit for the job?" Mr. Dolan asks me, the sexy one not Michael. He crossed one leg over the other, his ankle resting on his knee as he taps his fingers on the side table distractingly.

            I adjust myself in the white plush chair, keeping up a scary, intimidating stare with him. "Well, my really good friend Bianca Sanders works for Michael Dolan and she found out about the secretary opening and informed me about it since I'm in need of a job. I'm great at a lot of things, I can file papers, schedule meetings, take business calls and I'm fast, I can get you anything you need in a short amount of time. I'm always on the clock and trying my hardest" I convince him, even though half of that was bullshit.

           "I see, where did you work previously?" He asks again and I clear my throat, feeling extremely tense because of him and his godly looks. "I worked at a um, uh, a bookstore" I tell him quietly, almost feeling ashamed making him chuckle. "So where'd all this experience come from?" He asks, goosebumps appearing on my skin as he holds a dark stare on me.

             "I went to a trade school so I've dealt with many different caree-" he cuts off my sentence abruptly, "that's not what I asked, Grayson" he stops me and I sigh. "Look- I'd be really good for the job. I've been doing favors all my life, ever since I was little I've done what I was told by family, friends, teachers, even people I didn't like. Just- please give me a chance, I think, no, I know that I'll be good enough for the job, for you. I'm great with people, I'm caring and I'm nice" I practically beg him, spitting out certain qualities about me.