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Ariana's POV : "Ariana Grande?" The lady at the front desk called my name. I stood up shakily and walked up to her. "Yes?" I asked. "Ms. O'Connell will see you now." I sighed and got ready to walk into her office. "Um- whatever you do... Don't look her in the eyes." She warned. I nodded my head slowly and headed inside. Today was my interview with the head of the Vogue company, Billie Eilish O'Connell. I was... Nervous to say the least. I'm an amateur model and the only way I got this interview was through connections with her brother, Finneas O'Connell. He's the exact opposite of her. Or so I've heard.

Letting out a shaky breath, I opened the door to her office and walked inside. She didn't seem to notice my presence so I introduced myself. Don't look her in the eyes. "M- Ms. O'Connell, I'm Arian-" "I didn't say you could talk." She mumbles, looking through a magazine. I looked down to my feet and mumbled a quick apology. Looking up from her magazine, I felt her eyes on me in a tense, uncomfortable silence. "Have a seat." She demands. I nodded and sat down on the black, leather chair in front if her desk. I wasn't even hired and already this woman was making me nervous.

It was completely silent, making me look up from my hands in my lap and into her ocean blue eyes. Turns out she was looking right at me with a lazy, rested expression taking over her face. I took a moment to recognize her damn near perfect face. Her little button nose, her plump pink lips that were shiny from whatever lip gloss or lip treatment she was using. From rumors I heard, she uses aquaphor. Everything about her facial features was just incredibly hot and intimidating. "Says here on your resume that you know absolutely nothing about fashion or the fashion industry in general." She says, looking over my resume.

"U-um yes but-" "It wasn't a question." She cuts me off. Note to self : This woman's a complete bitch. I silently nodded my head and mess with the rings on my fingers. "No modeling experience whatsoever and you expect me to give you a job here." She mumbles, the corner of her pen clicking on the hardwood table. I was gonna say something but I didn't wanna get reprimanded again. While she was reading over my resume I took notice to her sharp, perfect jawline and her incredibly sexy black and green hair that hung by her shoulders. Her extremely long acrylic green nails that juxtaposed her stereotypically manly style. This woman was a walking sex symbol.

"Here's your decaf coffee Ms. O'Connell." Some girl walks in wearing high heels and the tightest of tight skirts. Her white button up shirt was so tight you could see her nipples poking through. If they expect me to dress like that it's not happening. I'm good with my oversized hoodie and thigh high boots/heels. Though i couldn't deny, this woman looked fucking incredible. God really took his time with her. The fuck happened to me?  

"Ms. O'Connell, Bernard Arnault called and asked if-" "First of all, fix your shirt, you look like a fucking whore. Second of all, tell Arnault to fuck off with that collaboration. There's no way in hell I'm dressing my models in fucking trash bags." She cuts her off, taking a sip of her coffee. "Yes Ms. O'Connell." And with that, the lady quickly left the office. "Your hired." Billie mumbles, throwing my resume in the trash can next to her. "Wait, really?" I ask, a smile growing on my face. "As an intern." My smile immediately dropped at her words.

An intern? Really? "If you don't like it you can leave because I've got girls who'd take your place in a split second so if I were you I'd think wisely about taking this position for granted." She spoke quickly with ease. I needed a job badly and the pay here is fucking amazing. "I'll take it." "I know." She says with authority. I don't know what it is about her but something about her makes me want to... impress her almost. "W-when do I start?" I ask shakily. 

"Right now. Go downstairs and tell Emma that the damn skirts for the spring season are hideous and I want them changed. Then go to the third floor and ask for Kate. She'll show you the summer collection and I need you to bring me every blue top they have up there. If Kate isn't there ask for Davidson, he's always moping around somewhere. I want the new Klein collection burned and tell Davidson we need to start fresh. Oh, and tell Ashely that if I have to tell her to button up her shirt one more damn time she's fired."