In love with my Ex-husband Boss

Chapter 2: Interview

As Angelica looked at him, he was not looking at her, and she stood where she was.

The office was more beautiful than the waiting area. It screamed money. The walls were adorned with dark wood paneling, and sleek, modern furniture gave the space a professional yet luxurious feel. A large mahogany desk stood in the center, papers neatly stacked on one side. A floor-to-ceiling window offered a panoramic view of the city, its lights twinkling in the distance. She noticed a broken vase on the floor, a stark contrast to the perfection of the rest of the room.

"SIT!!! I don't have the whole day," he yelled, then looked at her with unreadable emotion.

"S-sorry, sir," she stammered, terrified, making her way toward the chair and sitting down.

Then he looked at her and asked, "What's your name, dear?"

"Angelica Anderson, sir," she replied, looking everywhere but at him.

"You got Mrs. Anderson's reference. What's your relationship with her?" Mr. Knight asked, his voice steady as Angelica avoided his gaze.

"S-sir... she is my adoptive mother," she said, her gaze fixed on her hands.

"Okay... so tell me something about you, Angel," he said softly.

Angelica gulped visibly, nervous about what to say.

"S-sir... my name is Angelica Anderson. I’m 18 years old. I’ve completed middle school... um... what else, sir?" She hesitated, the mention of her past blurring her vision with tears, and her throat grew tight.

"Take," he said.

She looked up and saw he had slid a glass of water toward her.

She gave him a confused look but mumbled a "thank you" and took the glass. After drinking half, she placed the glass back on the table. For the first time, she looked up at him clearly and found him already staring at her. She quickly averted her gaze, noticing that his features had softened, a stark contrast to the cold demeanor she had seen outside.

Mr. Knight's broad shoulders filled the space, his posture exuding power and confidence. His suit, tailored perfectly to his physique, accentuated his majestic build.

His face, sharp and handsome, seemed almost otherworldly in its perfection.

His piercing eyes, intense and dark, studied her with an unreadable expression, yet there was something in the way he looked at her that sent a chill down her spine.

"Angel, do you have any experience?" he asked.

"Yes, sir. I have experience setting up meetings, taking notes during meetings, handling calls, and arranging records... Sir, I only know this much... I’ve never worked in big companies," she said, losing her last bit of confidence after seeing the company and meeting him.

"What do you prefer, tea or coffee?" he asked.

She looked at him, confused, and tilted her head slightly. He raised an eyebrow, and a look of amusement crossed his face.

"Umm... coffee... why, s-sir?"

He then took the phone receiver, pressed a number, and ordered two cups of coffee. Angelica sat there stunned as he held a blank expression on his face.

"Would you like anything else, Ms. Anderson?" he asked.

"N-no, sir," she stammered, sitting a little uncomfortably, her eyes darting around the room. She could feel his gaze on her.

After a few minutes, there was a knock on the door. Jennifer entered, placing two cups of coffee on the table, giving Angelica a strange look.

"Get out," a voice suddenly broke the silence, startling both Angelica and Jennifer. Jennifer hurriedly exited the office.

"Drink," he said as Angelica was about to refuse. The look he gave her made her shut her mouth.

As they finished their coffee, he stared at her for a few moments and then said, "Okay!"

She gave him a confused look, but he continued.

"We'll inform you if you get the job."

Angelica took her cue, stood up, and said, "Thank you... um, can I go, sir?"

He simply nodded.

She hurriedly walked out of the office. As she made her way to the exit, she sighed in relief, but the receptionist was throwing daggers at her. She took the elevator and walked out of the building.