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For some reason, and you could think of many, Michael had decided to interview you last. You didn't know why but you were way more nervous than you should've been- but then again, anyone would feel just as anxious if they were in the same room as a man this beautiful.
You exhaled loudly, knocking on his office door. "Come in", he spoke, his bold voice sending shivers down your spine. As you entered the room, you saw him typing away at a laptop. "Is that a laptop?" You blurted out, "Where the hell did you get that from?" You then quizzed.
Michael smirked at himself as he closed his laptop and turned around slowly to meet your gaze. "I have resources" He stated. "Please, take a seat" He then said as he stood up and walked over to the two chairs near the fireplace, gesturing for you to do the same. You quickly walked over and sat down, not knowing what was to come.
"So, Miss y/l/n, who do you think is most suited for the sanctuary?" He asked, his eyes scanning your body, making you gulp. "Erm- well. Emily maybe? Or- or Gallant?" You stuttered under the pressure of his stare. "Interesting" He hummed as he stood up, beginning to walk towards you. "And what about yourself?" He questioned, his hot breath hitting your face, as he placed both his hands on either side of your chair, making you shrink and adding to the tension in the room.
"I mean, I'm not really good at anything" You shrugged uneasily, scared that maybe he'd noticed you weren't exactly telling the truth.
