The PinUp Coffee Shop

Chapter Ten: A Different Perspective

Hello my lovely readers!!! I know, I've been gone a while, and that is why this chapter is a bit longer than usual. I hope there aren't too many errors and that it all flows pretty well. I've been trying to put it all together to make sense, but it's very early in the morning for me, I am running on like 5 hours of sleep in 48 hours, and I'm crossing my fingers that this chapter doesn't suck. I have been trying to put it together for weeks, and it has bene rough  so I'm just hoping it resonates. I promise, although it doesn't seem like it will make too much sense to the storyline, it really does. We get to see here our couple, being a couple and they are experiencing what a relationship is like. Now please enjoy the chapter. And don't forget to leave a review or send me a message. Even if I don't always reply to comments, I do read them all. Without further ado, here is Chapter Ten: A Different Perspective.

"With all due respect, Miss. Fray, I'm not sure how my working with a young girl like yourself would benefit me any. You have no experience, other than running agreements with small business owners while doing a short-lived internship with Michael Wayland, you provided no family history, nor have you expressed why you have a passion for business. Not to mention that you have just recently graduated from a NYU, and I will admit that your GPA was impressive, but that is books. Not much for the real world. Why should I bring you in here? What makes you better than all of my other candidates?" His voice echoed off of the barren walls.

That was the purpose of this room she knew; it was to be void of personality and comfortability and meant to echo to make one feel intimidated and weak. To try and push a person into a corner and make them feel trapped until they felt they had no way out. But she wasn't trapped.

Squaring her shoulders and pushing out her chin, she spoke, swiping a lock of the loose tendrils of hair she had hanging from her ponytail, behind her ear. "Because I have something that your other candidates don't have. And that's hunger. I busted my tail in school so that I was top of my class, I throw myself into my work head on and I live in it until I see it through. I like challenge myself and others, as well as I am a very competitive person. I don't take second best when I know I'm the best." She pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes. "What about you, Mr. Aldertree?"

The short but big boned man smirked and raised an eyebrow as he brought his hand up to his mouth almost as an attempt to hide the facial expression. "What about me?"

"Are you second best? Because if you are, then my question is, why am I wasting my time with you?"

He laughed and clapped his hands, "I do like sharks. Tell me more about yourself, Miss. Fray."

"You didn't answer my question," she smirked. "So that must mean that you're not the best. If you're not, then who is?"

His smile disappeared, "I am the best," he shifted uncomfortably. "In my fields, I am the best there is to offer. At least to you."

She smiled as she reached into her own bag and pulled out a folder, sliding it over to him across the table. "I think we both know that's not true."

Staring at the folder in front of him, she could see him chewing his cheek. They both knew what was in that folder. But what he didn't know what how she had gotten it. Looking back up at her, he narrowed his eyes. "Who are you?"

She smiled again as she reached into her bag once again, this time retrieving a document. "Sign it, and I'll tell you."

"I'm not signing shit until you tell me who you are."

Her smiled disappeared and she settled her heavy, no nonsense eyes on his, weighting him down and making him sink into his seat with just a gaze. "I guess you're going to be SOL then, now won't you. Because without that flashy, oversized, I'm better than you, signature on the bottom of that paper and dated, then you're not going to know anything. And good luck finding me online, or with a P.I or anything else, because I am not easily traced."