Addicted To You

Chapter 2

*Peyton's POV*

I arrive at the Reyes building in Manhattan, New York. I glanced up to take in the whole building.

The outside looked like complete glass with an orange and yellow tint from the sun reflecting off of it. It had to have at least 100 floors. It was absolutely breathtaking. Realization hit me once again with how big of an opportunity this interview was.

I quickly composed myself and took a deep breath before walking through the huge gold doors and into the building.

Once inside, I immediately walked over to the receptionist. She had her black hair pulled up into a professional sleek bun on the top of her head. She looked as if she could be a modal. Her fingers were typing frantically on the keyboard. Her eyebrows were furrowed, obviously very focused on her work. I don't think she even realized I had walked up.

"Hello, my name is Peyton Davis." I introduced myself. "I am here to meet with Tiffany Johnson for an interview."

Without looking up at me, she rolled her chair over to her notebook. Running her finger down a list on the page and then down the next she finally stopped.

"Ah yes." Her charming voice confirmed. "Peyton Davis." She finally looked up at me.

"Hmm..." she looked me up and down and then showed me her big smile and held out her hand. "I'm Elle Stone the receptionist."

I reached out and grabbed her hand to shake it. "It's nice to meet you Ms. Stone." I smiled back at her.

"Please, call me Elle." She dropped my hand and motioned over to the seating area. "You can take a seat. Ms. Davis and Ms. Johnson should be with you shortly."

"Thank you." I walked over took my place on a chair.

I look around the reception area. It very tastefully decorated. Everything was clean and pristine.

A few minutes passed when suddenly a very upset women quickly dashed out of the elevator and escaped out the door with tears in her eyes. I turned and watched as she left.

"Ahem." A voice made me snap my head back around and my eyes met with a very stern and intimidating women. She had long straight blond hair that was let down to almost her waist. She had on a white blouse that was unbuttoned to show off her cleavage. She also wore a pensile skirt that showed off her curvy figure. On her feet were obviously designer black pumps.

"Peyton Davis?" She said sternly. Her voice made my nerves fill throughout my entire body.

I quickly stood up and held out my hand. "Yes ma'am. You must be Ms. Johnson."

She just looked at me and huffed then turned on her heel and headed back towards the elevator.

I dropped my hand, grabbed my folder, and scrambled after her. I made it inside the elevator just in time before the doors closed.

I stood behind the intimidating women and she just shook her head and scoffed as she pressed floor 99. I was right, there are exactly 100 floors.

The entire way up, Tiffany didn't say a word. The only sound was the soft elevator music. I could literally feel the tension radiating off of this woman.

'This is going to be fun...' I thought to myself.

Finally, what seemed like a lifetime we reached the 99th floor. As soon as the doors opened Tiffany strode out and I quickly followed her.

All throughout the floor there were desks with mostly women working intently at them who were absolutely beautiful. I instantly felt self-conscious.