1. Nicolas. Nicolas Arnold.

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My stop came and I got off the bus. I walked towards the building. I entered and quickly made my way to the reception. The receptionist was a redhead and very polite, may I add. She asked me if I had an appointment. I smiled and told her I was there for an interview. She asked me to wait in the waiting room. 

As soon as I entered the waiting lounge, I gasped. I thought there were fewer people but I was wrong, there were around fifteen people waiting for their turn.

I looked at my side and found a woman scanning me, I glanced down at my outfit and got conscious the same second. She was wearing a really classy professional outfit and I-well I just wore black trousers, a white shirt and a black blazer.

She averted her gaze when I raised my brow at her. Weird woman!

"Miss Claire, you may go.", the receptionist reported. The same woman who was first staring at me got up and went away. What surprised me were the four-inch heels she was wearing. Wow! I need to learn this art from her. I can't walk in heels even if my life depended on them.

I asked the receptionist how much time my turn will take to come and the answer she gave me made me sigh. "Sorry, Miss Summers, there are fourteen interviews before you. You'll have to wait."

I had another interview at eleven and this one according to my calculation would take more than two hours. It was ten, I decided to go to the other company first and then come back here later if I don't get a positive answer.

Lucky for me, my next destination was just a twenty-minute walk from here. I was just going to enter the skyscraper when I found the same little girl I saw on the bus, standing and crying alone. My heart sank, where was her mother?

I started walking to the girl and kneeled beside her. Her cheeks had dried tears stain. I felt a sense of déjà vu. looking at the girl." What happened, baby? Where's your mom?", I asked pulling her aside from the middle. She looked at me blankly and continued her crying. I panicked and did the only thing my Mumma would have done if she was here. I hugged her and rubbed her back to soothe her. Surprisingly, she stopped.

Wow!

"Now tell me baby, where's your mother."

"Mommy.. mommy gone. Kia is alone.", my heart thudded inside my rib cage. I felt as if I was seeing myself in the girl.

I lifted her and wiped her cheeks."Don't worry Kia baby. I'll find your mommy."

Just when I was to cross the block, a warm hand wrapped around my waist catching me off guard. I bumped into a hard chest. My hand instinctively went to Kia's head to make sure she doesn't get hurt.

A rich expensive cologne surrounded me. I looked up ready to give whoever he was a long butt lecture when my eyes met with a pair of steel grey eyes. The man in front of me was honestly a blessing to the whole women race. How do such beautiful people even exist? 

I was never comfortable with men. The closest I've ever been was two feet with a guy. That's who I am, so when this man standing less than a metre away, 6'2, athletic build, black hair and sharp jawline glared at me, I went speechless. He was glaring at me as if I just asked for his freaking kidney.

"Where are you going?", his voice was like a knife with a silver handle. My heart was racing due to how close he was standing. I'm that girl who loves to admire men as long as they are far. Once they are close, I become too shy and unresponsive and well my anxiety. Don't even question it.

I tried to move away but his grip only tightened. I glared at him back."Who are you to ask?"

"That's my niece. How dare you kidnap her?", I looked to my left and found Kia nodding her head. Oh! But what pissed me was he called me a f*cking kidnapper. I was just helping her out for god's sake. 

"I didn't know she was your niece. I just saw her crying and was going to look for her mother. Why the h.", I paused, I shouldn't curse in front of a child." Why in God's name would I kidnap a girl in the middle of the day."

"How do I believe?"

"Ask your niece Mr.", I retorted.

"Kia is she saying the truth?", the man asked in a business tone. Come on! she's your niece, you can be a little bit nicer.

"She's good. She helped me.", Kia said in a baby voice. The four-year girl was too cute.

The man didn't say anything after that and proceeded to pull Kia out of my arms and without a single word he turned to go.

What a butthead?

No thank you, no sorry.

"Excuse me Mr I think I deserve a thank you and an apology from you."

His grey eyes looked at me in disbelief. "For what?", he asked. "For being a total..", I closed the little girl's ears."For being a total jerk and arrogant bastard to me."

"What did you say?", his eyes portrayed icy arctic coldness.

"I said the truth, you jerk."

"You don't want to mess with me, woman.", his voice was deadly yet low.

I let out a mock chuckle."You are talking as if you're the king of the world. Your ego can't go higher, can it? Who are you anyway?"

"I'm Nicolas. Nicolas Arnold."

"Ha! Nic-", my words died as soon as I realized. Who I messed with.

Nicolas f*cking Arnold!

The CEO of Arnold Enterprises, the richest man of New York and the man in whose company I was about to go.

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