It all started with an INTERVIEW

~~~CHAPTER SEVEN~~~

"Am sorry but I won't answer your question, Sir. " Folding my arms and leaning back I continued. "I asked you for your name which I shouldn't have to. It is called being courteous, being polite. I will be working for you closely for crying out loud, the least you can do is give a proper introduction. A conversation works two ways Mr" I know that I was stepping across a boss-employee line but people just upset me when they act foolish and immature.

"Feisty, I like it. You sound challenging" Did he just..., and he still has not to introduce himself.

Okay, I have had it, This is disrespectful I feel ignored and, and so annoyed right now. I slowly grabbed my purse, and my phone, and stood. Walking right past him he grabbed my arm causing me to stop in my track. Taking a step back I looked down at him.

"My name is Melodious Solace, Please take your seat Miss Be-Truth" His hold on me felt like no escape even though it was gentle. His eyes held me captive as if I can not disobey. I sat back down cautiously eyeing him. He passed me the menu book. Reading, Italian cuisine, French, Mexican, Lebanese, and Caribbean cuisine. He then passed one more menu reading drinks, cocktails, and wines. This is a lot of things to choose from. The prices though are out of this roof.

"Your paying for this right?" I asked because a girl has to be cautious around here. I can not afford one of these dishes with half of what I own. To my surprise, he burst out laughing and I must say his laugh is something I would love to hear every day, But it seems he doesn't do that a lot.

"Well no..." What does he mean no?

"In that case, I'll just have a cup of water," I said quietly to myself apparently he heard and started laughing again. Sobering up he said

"I own this restaurant so eat what your heart desires" To say I was shocked was beyond. I too would like to open my own restaurant as well, one day.

"Oh, I might take you up on that if you don't mind" Well this turned around pretty good.

"You did not confirm where you are from Miss Be-Truth, You do not know who I am, You spoke about taking any opportunity that you can get and How you speak in general" He looks to be deep in thought.

"I am from The Caribbean, to be exact I am from Jamaica. I moved here two weeks ago." He looks to be deep in thought, thinking about something.

"Oh interesting, I never had a Jamaican working for me before. I usually do my background check but the surprising call I got from Mr. Grey saying they found the one. I wanted to give you the choice to tell me about yourself from now." Wow well, this is comforting. "Since you are from the Caribbean can you choose a meal for me from this Caribbean cuisine menu?"

Well, take a look at that. Mr rich and famous does not know any Caribbean dishes.

"Okay, Have you ever tried any Caribbean dishes before?" I asked

"Nope." Well, this sure going to be fun. I pointed at the menu showing him what he should try. 'Milled rice with Curried chicken and plantain' Let's see those perfectly white teeth after this. Deciding to skip appetizers I ordered a 'Coq Au Vin with buttered potatoes and rice' from the French cuisine. It says that it is some sort of chicken meal so I should be safe.

Mr. Solace ordered a bottle of wine for us and some water. If I am being honest this turned out pretty great.

"Did you read the requirements Miss Be-truth?" He asked

"Well I think, I read and understand the task, what I don't understand Mr. Solace is why the main question of my interview was if I can keep my mouth shut. Why was that question asked?" I sip my wine hoping he did not take it offensively.

"Well being my social media manager, You will come across things that you should only share with me. Personal information, that is why coming to this dinner to get familiar with each other is important." He maintain eye contact showing me how serious he really was. "Can you do that Miss Be-truth?"

"Of course, I can, Privacy is important and I now understand that someone like you, the media should not have access to certain information. I assure you everything will be held confidential." As I finish responding to him the waiter came with our food and we began eating.

I must say the food was amazing, well for me at least.

"Um, do you like the meal I picked out for you?" Please say yes and show me those teeth.

"Well, It tastes amazing but the curry is so pigmented. I am not used to eating curry that often so I am struggling to keep it off my suit" Expected

"mmhmm, I don't think it tastes better than the Caribbean's home-cooked recipe" He looked up at me with mischievous eyes.

"Why don't you taste it then?" His smirk grew once he realized how shocked I was by his question. However, I shook my head.

"One bite ain't gon hurt no one." I literally just met him and he wants me to eat from his food.

"That's ok" his stare became permanent causing me to look at him. "I just met you, why would you want me to eat from your plate?"

"You can use your fork if it is a problem. But I will hold it against you because that is kind of offensive to me" So this is how he is playing. Sighing I knew there was no way out of this without seeming rude and being possibly ill-treated in the future.

"Okay, a small bite" Soon his fork was at the entrance of my mouth, instructing me to open wide. It tastes really good but I still believe I could do it better. "I must admit this taste pretty good but I still believe I can do it better"

"Oh really, interesting" I just smiled at him. we ate dessert and left to go to his car to sign the contract.

"There is no turning back from this unless we both agree on that" I know that so, I took my time to read thoroughly through the contract before signing my signature.

I now have a job!