"P-please s-sir...it's not what you're thinking." Finally she mustered up the courage to speak these words. Her voice pleading and eyes desperate to get away from him.
"I don't give a flying fuck! I paid for you and now you're going to do what you'r...
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"Best of luck Grace." Silvia, one of her friends, wished her luck as Grace was passing by the corridor. Grace gave her a beautiful pearly smile as she waved at her.
Once she reached Jason's room, she breathed in deeply and knocked softly hearing a 'come in' from the other side.
She twisted the knob and got inside, finding Jason to be sitting on the study table, engrossed in her work. Jason is in her 50s but still works as much as a young person.
"Jason." She called softly, hearing her voice Jason turns around only to gasp in surprise which soon changed into adoration and pride.
"You look like a business woman." She commented while adjusting her glasses making Grace to let out a soft giggle.
"Of course I'll be looking like a business woman, cause I'm dressing like one." Grace spoke with a beautiful smile adoring her face.
"Are you going for a job interview?" She asked while standing up and coming to stand in front of Grace.
"Yes, wish me luck." Grace spoke enthusiastically making Jason to laugh at her excitement.
"Of course my darling. I pray you get back with a happy news." Jason spoke while patting her cheek lovingly making a wide grin to appear on her face.
With a kiss on Jason's cheek Grace left the brothel towards the bus stop. It didn't take her much time as she reached the posh glass building of Knight Enterprises. She had to crane her neck up to look at the building. The top-notch company of the city.
Taking a deep breath, she moved inside only to be awed by the beauty of the interior that only screamed money.
She went to the beautiful receptionist, who was wearing dark red lipstick, looking more like a seductress than a receptionist. Maybe big companies' heir such staff to get attention of the clients or it could be anything.
"Hello." Grace spoke softly getting the attention of the receptionist, who looked up to gave her a tight smile. "Hey ma'am, how can I help you with?" She asked in a robotic polite manner.
"I'm here for the job interview regarding the personal assistant." Grace spoke softly. "Can you please show me your documents?" The receptionist asked and Grace gave the file to her. She went through the file to check if all the needed documents were there and then handed it back to Grace with a genuine smile this time.
"Miss Grace, you can go to the 20th floor and wait in the waiting area, elevator is that way." She told Grace professionally to which Grace said a small thank you and went towards elevator. As she got inside the elevator, she noticed there were totally twenty floors only. Within few minutes she reached the top floor and went straight to the receptionist of that floor who is surprisingly a lady in her forties.
As Grace moved towards her the receptionist look up only to look at her from head to toe and a smile appeared on her face as some sort of relief washed over her.
"Hello, I'm Grace Dallas.." Before, she could complete her sentence the receptionist spoke up.
"Miss Grace, I'm Mia, you must be here for an interview, please give me your file and go towards your left and wait in the waiting room." Grace nodded with a small smile, gave her file to Mia and went to the waiting room only to be stopped dead looking at the number of girls present there for the interview. And not only that, the excessive number of the girls shocked her but the fact that they all were wearing tight small dresses, that barely covered their bosoms and booty, with tons of makeup, made her look out of the place.
As compare to them, she was wearing a knee-length loose skirt and button up loose shirt that was tucked in her skirt. Her face was void of any makeup, other than a pink lip balm. Maybe she should've also dress up like that but then again what's the use of the job if she has to appear like a slut here.
She took one of the seat among those girls as all waited, it didn't take much time when a girl came out from one of the door which must be the office of the boss, she was all huffing with red face in anger, she slammed her heels harshly on the floor while speed walking away to the elevator. The atmosphere of the waiting room tensed ten times more and now everyone appeared anxious along with her.
When after two more girls came out angry, the receptionist who is none other than Mia came towards the waiting area all panicked. Her eyes roamed around the faces of girls until they met with hers, making her to give her an awkward smile.
"Miss Grace, come with me." Was all Mia said making the girl to shot up to her feet as she walked with Mia towards the same office door.
"Best of luck." Was all Mia said as she knocked the door for Grace and left from their making the girl confused as hell, because it surely wasn't her turn for the interview then why she was picked randomly but her train of thoughts is stopped when a deep 'come in' was heard.
She breathed in deeply, building up her courage and trying her best to control her nervousness as she twisted the knob open and went inside.
As soon as she got in, she was hit with the chilling air of the air conditioner and it was freezing inside. The office was so classically beautiful that it screamed money from couch to seats to large glass wall to almost everything. She took few steps ahead to stand in front of the table and when she looked up, she was shocked to see the man, sitting at the chair while looking at her file.
She doubts that he's the boss, because he looked young to be such successful man but then again, she shouldn't assume anything.
The first thing she noticed was his sharp jaw with light brown subtle giving him a little rugged look. His hairs were dark brown, perfectly combed back. His one perfect brow was furrowed as he looked at her file while his thick lashes curtained his cheeks. His nose looked perfect on his handsome face. He looked more like a super model rather than a boss.
She was so engrossed in looking at his sharp features that she literally stifle her small gasp when his sharp blue eyes looked up straight at her hazel ones. And his eyes trailed down looking at her whole appearance before he looked back at the file.
"Miss Dallas, sit down." His voice was so deep and manly that she gulped literally before nodding her head and sitting down in one of the chairs.
It's not that she's scared of him. But she won't deny that he intimidated her just by his voice and those sharp blue eyes. She's confident enough to face a hundred of men as she performed in front of them but this man in front of her appear rather dominating as power oozes out of his aura.
"Why you need this job?" He asked calmly his eyes that was on her file now shifted to her making her nervous.
Now what can she tell him? That she needs the job to pay her debt to the brothel and leave that place for a happy life. He'll literally throw her out of his building at that instance, knowing her background.
"Because I've heard Knight Enterprise pay good." Was her simple reply which made him to arch his brow at her but his face remained expressionless.
"You graduated on scholarship?" He asked still looking at her file. "Yes, sir." Was her plain reply. He nodded his head slightly as he shut her file and toss it on his table simply making her to look at his action and somehow she believed that she isn't getting this job but his next words made her confused.
"Will you fulfill my needs Miss Dallas?" His deep voice spoke making her to raise her brows in questioningly. "I didn't get you sir." She spoke softly.
"Come here and I'll tell you." He mused while patting his thigh, making her eyes to widen in shock which soon replaced by anger, and she stood up with fury in her eyes.
But she just gave him a disappointing look, not wanting to waste her energy on a moron. She picked her file up from the table and turned to leave, only to be stopped by his next words.
"You're hired Miss Dallas."
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