My Date With A Billionaire (Rewritten)

Chapter Twenty Five

When Emilie stepped out of the elevator this morning, she didn't expect her ad for a new assistant to get so many responses, but her hallway was littered with young women. They sat in the chair, eager to be in her office for the job. She looked around before tapping the assistant desk.

"Good morning ladies, please have your resume and cover letter out and if you have any recommendations, put them in the middle of the pile. Help yourself to anything in the break room and I will let my temporary assistant call you in one by one. You have five minutes to make me want to give you the job." She said.

Emilie walked away to her office and pushed her chair out. She needed an assistant immediately. The flirting with her past assistant had gotten worse, and she didn't seem to take no for an answer. The woman had gotten out of control. She never did anything. Emilie asked anything about Alicia she ordered everything wrong. And if it was one thing, Emilie, as she was a perfectionist and didn't need anyone to screw up.

She sighed, already feeling the day's effects even before it started. She wondered if it was too late to go back home to Alicia. Emilie heard a knock on the door and looked up from her computer.

"Ms. Fela, Ryan Harrison, is here to see you. She's been here a little while, but she was in the break room."

Emilie looked past the door and smiles softly, "Oh yes, bring her in."

Ryan stepped into the room. She wasn't what Emilie expected. She stood at 5'11, with a slender form and long legs that adored a black skirt that reached past her knee. Emilie wandered up to the white blouse that held a white blouse showed a little pale skin. Emilie's eyes go to her face. She nodded in approval before smiling brightly at the woman.

"Sorry, I didn't know you were here already." Emilie stood up, "I'm Emilie Ferla." she held her hand out.

"Ryan Harrison,"

Emilie shakes her hand. "Take a seat. I'm deeply sorry for my tardiness. I'm normally always on time." she pulls away. "Please take a seat."

Ryan sits in the white chair. "It's okay, I'm sometimes a little too early yo things like this."

"I have spent some time looking over your resume and I can say I'm surprised that any companies haven't snatched you up." Emilie flipped through her copy, "Graduated top of your class at Harvard with 4.0gpa, even took a law class. I am impressed."

"I don't have experience. No companies want to give me the chance to prove to them I can do the job that my degree qualifies me for. I hope that doesn't make you think any differently of me."

Emilie hummed and flipped to her recommendations. " "A recommendation from someone this big should have secured you a job. This is like 5 steps away from the president."

"He spoke at a science fair I was once at. I won first place and I guess I amazed him by what I did, so when I reached out for the recommendation he was quick to give me it and wish me luck."

Emilie closed the folder and sat back, she like how Ryan made eye contact with her. She rubbed her chin and allowed herself a minute to feel comfortable. She wondered if Ryan was a good fit for her company. Her company was the most important thing in her life, and she didn't want anyone to ruin that.

Ryan looked over at the picture on her desk. "You have a beautiful wife."

Emilie looked over at the picture and smiled softly. "That's my girlfriend and her daughter." It was a simple picture of all three of them at a BBQ Sanna took of them.

"She is really beautiful." Ryan picked up the picture and looked closer at it. "Sorry, that was rude of me." She placed it back down.

She reassured her, "It's okay." Do you have a family, Ryan?"