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She swiped her card and the elevator doors rolled open. I quietly got in and scoffed carelessly when she moved a safe distance away from me. I was pretty sure I smelt very nice, it was probably the stink from her attitude flooding the claustrophobic space.

I internally marveled at the view of the people below, the offices and the virescent scenery outside from the top of the elevator.

Once we got to our destination, we walked through a series of corridors, and I couldn't help but notice that we were on the last and final floor.

It was much more dark, pristine and beautiful than the others and very silent. The floor below me was marvelous as it glowed dark blue wherever I stepped. We briskly moved along the glass floor until she stopped at a large door. Whoever owned this place was filthy fucking rich.

She typed in a code before pushing it open. I nearly collapsed when I saw how beautiful the office was. It was very huge and modern and I slowly gulped before watching the woman lift a fancy gold telephone to her ear.

"Aiden... Yes, there's this girl, the advert from last Tuesday... I know, okay see you." She said in a soft tone with a smile playing at her features.

"Wait here. Mr. Everett is going to meet with you shortly," she said in a clipped tone whilst adjusting her skin tight pencil skirt.

She looked like the 'I can give you a good time tonight' type of woman, from her bright pink lipstick to her flimsy blouse that displayed a lot of cleavage. Who was I to judge though? She had every fucking right to walk stark naked.

In the meantime I avoided her glare and looked around the room. My thoughts were interrupted by the door being opened and I turned my head to face a tall, muscular man striding into the room with an aura of confidence.

He was very good-looking with chocolate brown eyes, brunneous wavy hair and a smirk that could send any girl on her knees.

"Babe," the woman ran over to him before wrapping her arms around his torso.

He whispered something into her ear which made her giggle before kissing her pouted lips despite my presence.

"I'll catch you later Ashley. Is this the girl?" His brown eyes averted to me.

"Yeah that's her." She said in a bored tone before folding her arms.

"Wow, boss will like this one," he wolf-whistled while eyeing me up and down. "You're dismissed." He said to Ashley and she gave him a small frown but left nevertheless.

I shifted a little, holding his gaze as he walked towards me, his Polo scent engulfing me. I used to keep up with designer perfumes after all.

"What's your name, love?" He asked me whilst lifting my chin up.

"Isla Kingston, Sir." I stated and his lips immediately pulled into a wider smirk.

"Obidient. Hmm, lovely. So the advert concerned the role of a Personal Assistant for Mr. Nicholson. I'm sure you'd make a great assistant," he rubbed his chin, his eyes scanning my body once again. It made me wonder if he was really in a relationship with Ashley or it was a casual thing.

"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Everett." I said and a deep chuckle sounded from his throat.

"Of course. It's going to be one hella interesting journey with you. Anyways, my boss is extremely busy, I don't even know if he will manage to see you, probably for five minutes or so. He's in a meeting right now but it ends soon so in the meantime, tell me about yourself."

"I'm unemployed and looking for a job, hence why I'm here." I responded. He smiled wickedly before moving even closer to me and looking down at my short stature.

"You're a feisty one, aren't you?" He crossed his arms over his chest.

"Maybe. It is possible," I faked a smile as his hand shamelessly held my chin up.

"You have great titties by the way," he whispered deeply as my cheeks tainted red. I ripped his hand away from my chin and moved a generous step back.

"Let's keep it professional," I dusted myself and didn't bother to conceal my breasts that were slightly showing through the white shirt I was wearing.

If his little bimbo freely roamed the office half-naked, I didn't see why I had to limit myself either.

"You're going to have a lot of fun with my brother, Ms. Kingston," he winked at me and I smirked.

"I can't wait," I nodded, returning his wink. He shook his head with a smile. He lifted the telephone to his ear.

"Hello, yeah man... I know you're busy but you will love this one... She's a good one, perfect assistant for you. Trust me, this one won't disappoint. I know the last one was terrible but- okay fine, deduct some money if that's what it takes. I promise, she's a good one Sevy. " He spoke into the phone as I played with my fingers.

It seemed as though the boss was an untouchable man if his own brother couldn't get him away for a small meeting. I sighed quietly before looking up from my hands and I was surprised to see Aiden's stare still on me. Was his name Sevy Nicholson?

"Get up, we're going to meet your new boss. And you better not give him this sassy behaviour." He threatened before putting his hand on my back, so as to direct me out. I was very eager to meet him, so eager to know who this feared and highly respected man was.

I followed him to a much larger door with a safe code too. He didn't enter the code but swiped a card instead then the device scanned his iris then after he put his fingerprint, the door finally unlocked. It was such a process and I internally marveled at all the technological modifications around me.

"Wait here," Aiden said before entering the room. I breathed noisily through my nose before shifting my weight to my other leg.

I checked my watch at least ten times before sighing impatiently. He was taking so much time in there, I was starting to wonder if he had forgotten about me. I could here him speaking because of the partially open door.

"Alright Isla. I agreed to give away my kidney to get you about fifteen minutes to speak with the boss. Don't disappoint me or else, I'll be taking your kidney instead." I couldn't help but laugh at his statement.

I nodded nonetheless before slowly walking into the room. I swallowed hard as I entered and dared not to even look at the boss, whose gaze I could feel on me.

The atmosphere was full of tension I could feel my throat constricting as I entered the dark, pristine office. Here goes nothing.