Yes, Boss

two.

Flora

"Take a seat" He says, his voice low and slightly gravelly, ignoring my offer of a hand shake and staying routed to his leather desk chair. My cheeks burn.. she said he liked manners.

He is.. incredible. I notice as I admire the light smattering of stubble on his chin. He flicks through some sheets of paper with deft movements his expression calm. I play with my fingers in my lap, my hands are clammy and I can't believe what a fool I made of myself. He looks up, almost as if he's expecting me to speak first, looking at me intensely. 

"So, you're the youngest" He suddenly speaks running a finger thoughtfully across his plump bottom lip. 

"Erm.. huh?" I all I can say, confused, has my mind gone to shit or was that an odd question. 

"Of all the interviewee's today, I mean" He says, still eyeing me, in a way that makes me squirm a little. I'm unsure what his point is but he seems, so sure of himself. 

"I don't know, I'm um.. 18" I say tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. 

"Straight out of.. sixth form? Then" He says, checking his paper again, something which must be my CV. I nod, wishing he would stop looking at me like that. He cards a hand through his hair. 

"What did you A level in?" He asks next , reaching now for a metal ruler which sits on his desk, running it across his palm absent mindedly, I cross and uncross my legs nervously. 

"English Literature, Psycology, Media and Business" I say. He nods, still working the ruler through his hands. I notice the design prints and ad campaigns for Burberry that are mounted upon the walls now, it's actually pretty cool - I kick myself for being so taken aback by his appearance.

"Psycology, how did you find that?" He asks. 

"Well er.." I hesitate, this wasn't a question I had a rehearsed answer for and well I had many rehearsed questions and answers.

"I enjoyed it, Mr.Styles, I find the human mind interesting, as do most, I'm sure" I say, confused. 

"I completely agree" He says quickly, still studying me. 

"So tell me, why did you want this job?" He asks, I almost sigh with relief, finally a question I have prepared, a normal question.

"I always knew I wanted to work in fashion, I mean I was planning on going onto uni to do a fashion marketing course. Then I saw the advertisement for this job and it said.. no degree was required, so I thought maybe I should try my luck, and well, I'm here" I say, realising I rambled, I look at him nervously and notice he is staring at my lips, god I wish he wouldn't do that. 

"Wouldn't you still say you're a little under-qualified, no internships previously. This is a cut-throat business, there are 25 year old women up for this interview with masters degrees, still trying to get their foot in the door, why you?" He says, almost like he's challenging me. 

"Everyone has to start somewhere Mr.Styles, I'm a hard worker, and I don't mind being told what to do" I say, it's true. Being the youngest of 3, I was used to being bottom of the pile. He places the ruler down on the desk, leaning back in his seat.

"And.. do you always do what you're told, Flora?" He asks. Eyebrows gently raised, staring at me as I notice his eyes are the perfect mix of green and blue. 

"Yes, generally speaking" I say, my heart hammering a little. He smirks widely, knotting his hands together.

"Thankyou for your time, Flora. You'll be hearing from us soon" He says, his look still intense, I go to gather my things and am surprised as he stands up to show me out, his height almost towering, despite my shoes. He must be at least 6 feet. I get a waft of aftershave that sends me a little into over drive. What is that? He holds the door as I leave, walking through the rows of desks towards the lift back the way I came. I turn one last time as the lift doors open and see he's watched me walk away, the relief is overwhelming as the doors close and the lift runs smoothly back to the ground floor. 

I approach the desk to hand back in my visitors pass and the same receptionist smiles and gestures she won't be a second as she's on the phone. 

"Of course sir, I'll let her know, thank you, bye now" She hangs up, looking to me. 

"Mr. Styles just called, you got the job, you can keep that pass and I'll sort you out with your own tommorow, congratulations. I'm Amber, by the way" 

"Oh" Is all I say, slightly dumbfounded due to the fact he asked me about three questions and wouldn't even shake my hand.