Harry's POV
The moment I step into Styles Fascinova, i'm greeted with “Good Morning Mr. Styles” from at least ten different people that I can't remember the name of for the life of me. I greet them with a smile, deciding not to waste my time with people who want to suck up to the boss's son. They could give less of a damn about me.
As I walk towards my office, I remember the job interviews that I need to get through with. I saw at least 40 some applicants yesterday that came for the position as secretary. They were all the same – middle aged women with bleached blonde hair, overly drawn eyebrows, short skirts, and dramatic red lips.
“I'll get back to you as soon as I can,” I repeated that phrase at least 50 times yesterday. I wasn't actually going to contact any of the applicants. None suited what I was looking for in a Secretary. I wanted a woman who was smart; someone who could get the job done. Not a woman who would constantly check their own reflection every half hour “to touch up their makeup.”
My last secretary was a pain in the ass. I was glad she quit. It seemed as though it was only yesterday that I was screaming at her for messing up the shit I asked her to do. She was too sensitive, hell, she was a pretty little thing. But if she couldn't do the simple tasks I assigned her to do, then she obviously didn't belong here.
As I look through the two resumes stacked on my desk, I notice one of the resumes didn't include a photograph.
Beatriz Gonzales. Photograph Unavailable
22 years old
1100 Oak Dr.
Brooklyn, New York 11236
Email: BGONZALES@GMAIL.COM
Phone: (410) 794 7632
Education: Graduated from
Brooklyn Heights High School &
New York University
Obtained Masters in Finance
Work Experience:
Two years at Fast Food joint as Cashier
One year at International Bank of NY
Skills and Abilities:
Ability to communicate in three languages:
English, Spanish and French
Excellent Economist
Able to work independently or in a team
Good at problem solving
To say I was impressed was an understatement. I was wonderstruck. Why would anyone this educated and intelligent want to work as a secretary at Styles Fascinova? Hell, she's more qualified than I am to be president of this company. The only thing I've got going for me is my dad, who founded this company thirty five years ago.
Just as I get lost in my own thoughts, my eyes catch a whiff of blonde hair entering my office, the devil herself – Stacey Burke, the company's co – founder's daughter & my fiance. “Harry, have you've gotten the chance to look at Tiffany's resume?” she asks me as I look her up and down. She's wearing a shorter skirt than she would normally wear to work and her blouse is tighter than it normally is. Her breast are pushed up, making them seem larger than they actually are – I would know, i've seen her naked plenty times before. Is she trying to seduce me?
“Tiffany who?” I ask as she catches on to me staring. She smiles a knowing smile, confirming my suspicions. What the hell does she want this time? “Tiffany is my friend. I placed her resume on your desk so you could skim through it before the interview. She's applying for the position as secretary” Stacey replies.
“Well, maybe if you would've left me alone for a minute, I would have had time to look over Taylor's resume” I reply back with a scowl. Tears prick her eyes and I realize i'm being to harsh. “No, i'm sorry for being rude. You know i'm never in a good mood in the mornings. I will check out Theresa's resume as soon as I get the chance” I say as I plaster the phoniest smile I can muster. “Okay, her name is not Taylor or Theresa, it's Tiffany, Harry. I could help you out if you're stressed, if you know what I mean” Stacey offers me with a wink.
My mind wanders back to time when Stacey gave me a blow job underneath my desk. My secretary walked in, oblivious to what was happening, and I instantly pushed Stacey's lips off my dick. I yelled at my secretary for at least an hour for coming into my office uninvited and unannounced. I told her that if she repeated her actions, I would fire her. Maybe that's why she quit.
“No thank you, I don't want a repeat of what happened two weeks ago. I'd rather not sift through hundreds of more resumes or waste time interviewing a crowd of women again” I reply with a smirk. "Well you're reputation around here led me to believe otherwise. I thought that a Casanova like you would be jumping at the opportunity to be around other women. You couldn't be bothered before, from what i've seen, the models have kept you're hands busy” Stacy remarks bitterly.
“I am not a womanizer and I did not cheat on you, Stacey. Whatever impression you have of me in your head is false. I'd rather not discuss this during work, this is a personal matter between you and I, and I don't want to have a screaming match with you while other people are in the building” I plead with her. To hell with this women and her jealousies, insecurities and accusations.
“Fine, i'll leave you to your work. But this matter isn't over, Harry. We're engaged and to be married, I shouldn't have to be subjected to hearing about this bullshit from other ladies in this building” she says in a huff. Stacey quickly exits my office, leaving me alone with my thoughts. Damn her jealousy.
NOTE: Here's Harry. He's kinda a asshole. But he won't be to Betty. Are any of you guys out there? I feel like i'm kinda talking to myself here...(.) (.) . That is not a fun feeling. If you are please comment below. I'd love to know what my "small audience" (if I even have an audience) is thinking. Okay loves, Enjoy. Have a Merry Christmas!
