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Chapter 4 - The Interview

It's Tuesday, the night before my interview with SSG Corporations. I have been researching on the internet all day, trying to prepare myself. If I'm honest I've been practicing for this interview since we got back from Layla's house on Sunday. Tia has been a real help making sure I don't make a fool of myself. I follow her advice and look up executive assistant interview questions and re-read the page until I memorize it. The fact the girls weren't so confident in the beginning has made me feel even more nervous.

After all the negative comments, the girls have been really helpful. As I mentioned before Tia helped me prepare for this interview a lot. I mean she's book smart so she knows what a top company like this is expecting from a PA. She also comes from a hardworking background like me, so she understands just how much effort it takes. The outfit Layla gave me is total fire. Its a tight-fitting red peplum blazer dress. It shows the smallest amount of cleavage, just right to still look professional. Small black heels and she even let me borrow her black designer bag. I believe if you look the part, you'll have extra confidence to succeed.

I chose not to look at a picture of the CEO beforehand. Why? Because the way Tia was gushing over him made me feel like it would make me too nervous. I'll rather just be in for a pleasant surprise. I must say I'm highly intrigued though, especially because Layla even joined in about how hot he is. He must be a very powerful man. Money, looks, and the CEO to one of the biggest companies in the world. This guy has it all.

I'm sick and tired of constantly thinking about this job interview and decide to take a long relaxing bath. My sick thoughts turn to what I imagine the sexy greek god from the park body would look like all wet, water dripping down from his toned muscular build. Wow, it's getting hot in here I must have accidentally turned back on the hot water. I don't get it I saw a glimpse of this guy and then ran away but he's been in my dreams ever since. I wish I could say my dreams are pg-13 but who I'm kidding we get butt naked nasty.

Finally, it's the day of my interview. I've already called in my workplace and said I won't be able to make it today because I'm sick. I'm sure everyone but Carol would believe this because I never take days off. I'm all dressed and ready to go. Right now I don't feel nervous at all. It might be because Nicki gave me a long pep talk in the morning also Tia and Layla both send me a long text telling me I have this. I take a final gulp of my tea and get ready to go through the door.

The closer I get to the building the more nervous I start to feel. I knew this was going to happen so It's no surprise. I keep going through the questions they would probably ask me in my head. I got this I'm prepared and nothing is going to throw me off. The job is mine, the amount advertised for this job already let me know there is no way on this planet I'm going to mess this up. I'll be pissed if I got to go back to Carol being my boss.

The building is completely jaw-dropping it's so beautifully designed it's surreal. I walk through the reception area and see that they have gone for a modern interior design. Expensive pieces of art pinned up to the extremely clean white walls. A huge glass reception desk with a pretty young lady dressed in a black uniform dress standing behind it. It's crazy how nothing is out of place from the magazines that are stacked on the table right down to the pretty receptionist hair. If anything is out of place it's me.

I'm in the waiting area waiting for my name to be called. There are quite a few other people here waiting for their interview as well. I guess they choose to do all on one day. At least that means we can hear back quicker. I'm a bit worried though because everyone that has been in for an interview has come out looking either completely terrified or extremely upset. Its either they were not prepared or this guy is the devil. The interviews are being held directly by the CEO himself. I thought it would be an HR recruiter but I guess he wants to personal choose who will be working directly for him.

One of the girls sitting next to me has decided this is the perfect time to be trying to make new friends. Her name is Sarah and she said she's here for the position of his private receptionist. I guess there are multiple roles going, which makes me feel better because that means less competition for the position I want. She's a nice person a little bit ditzy but something tells me that's just a facade. Sarah mentioned that her friend had an interview with the CEO last week. He made her feel like a complete idiot she left halfway through the interview because she couldn't stand the embarrassment. Well, thanks Sarah you just helped calm my nerves.

"Miss Angel White, please come through" I hear his private receptionist say. She's giving me a look of sympathy. This guy can't be that scary. Well, I guess I'll find out in a second. I thank the receptionist as I go through the door and get the shock of my life. It's the bloody creep from the park, you know the sexy one that goes jogging in Versace. I can't do this do you know the types of dreams I've had about this sexy beast. How I'm I meant to look in his eyes without imagining his smooth lips kissing down my neck and the heat from his breath gently caressing on my skin every time he breaths. I'm in so much trouble now. Here's me thinking I would only see him in my dreams but here he is holding my interview. He could be my future boss. I guess I'm screwed either way.

He looks even better than he did the other day. The way he's white shirt is clinging to his muscle, the way his work pants snug he's thighs correctly. He's short black hair is slicked down today in a side part. Once again not a single strand of hair is out of place. He's standing holding out his right hand, what is wrong with him is he about to be creepy again. "Angel White it's a pleasure to meet with you" Oh Angel calm down he just wants to shake your hand. I stretch out my left hand and feel his big soft hand take a hold of my smaller rougher hands. When we go to pull our hands away, his finger gently brushes over mine and I lose all control of my thoughts again.

We stand her awkward for the next five seconds. He's looking me up and down taking in my outfit. I now wish I wore a turtle neck dress and was not exposing any cleavage. Forget the interview this man's whole presence makes me nervous. You can tell he knows his good looking. The cocky smile that played on his lips when he brushed his finger over mine, the way his chest is puffed out a little bit more now. Ha, this guy knows he can make any lady weak in the knees, but I won't be fooled. I'll just have to remember it's much safer in my dreams where I hope this sexual attraction for him will stay.

We take a seat and it's straight into the questions. Name five top exclusive restaurants in the country? Where would I take a client for the first perfect meeting? What's my favorite color and why? Erm Tia did not prepare me for this. I'm completely thrown off. Luckily I know the first question, I guess I can thank James and the rest of my rich friends for that. I have no clue what to say for the second and wing it. The last one is easy, my favorite color is white. Why? Because it's in my name duh. He seemed pretty satisfied with that. I don't get why all the other candidates left the room looking so terrified.

"So Angel do you have a boyfriend" How is this any of his business. Maybe I was right about him from the start and he's a complete creep. "No offense I don't get how that's any of your concern, I want this job but I will not lose myself for it," I say without thinking and before I stop myself I go off into a rant. "I'm only interested in the job, you don't have anything else I want. Your so overconfident with yourself I bet you think every female wants to throw themselves at you. You could never off been more wrong" He's looking at me in complete shock. "I only asked you that because this job means you can be contacted at any time. Seems like your the overconfident one." Oh my, how embarrassing.