He took off his jacket as soon as he got into his large office; where within there was a sofa and table. A large portrait of a middle-aged man hung on the wall, a few honorary awards lined on a table and a few artistic touches to the decoration. He left the jacket on the sofa and unbuttoned his sleeves. He folded the sleeves up to his elbow and loosened his tie up a bit. He roughly ran his hand through his stubble. He had his seat on his chair behind his desk, before taking in a deep breath.
You're in control.
He told himself as he shut his eyes for a second to calm his nerves. He wondered why he was so nervous. Any attachment between the two of them had long ended nine years ago. He was now Enrico Vos, the CEO of a world-renowned wine producing company. He was a big deal. He was, now, a different man and not the same weird kid in high school from nine years ago.
There was a knock on the door.
"Come in." He ordered, his own voice sounding strange in his ears. He cleared his throat before the door opened and he looked up.
A young woman dressed in a tight grey and skimpy dress walked in. Her dress had a v-neck shape added to it, exposing the top of her bosoms. As she approached him, her long and pointy heels made sounds on the tiled floor. She had a black shoulder length hair with a messy and wavy style added to it. Her makeup was on another level as her lips beamed with an audacious red lipstick.
A smirk grew at the corner of his lips. He knew her type.
"Good morning...Mr. Vos." She greeted a bit seductively as she had her seat and crossed her legs exposing her thighs and long legs.
He broadened his smile.
"And you are?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Jessica Fernando." She stated, still going on with her stunt.
"Good." Enrico replied as he nodded before looking away from her and unto the résumé in front of him.
"It states here that you've worked at a wine producing company. Which one if I may ask?" Enrico asked wanting to know more.
"A bar."
"I'm sorry?"
She gave a light chuckle.
"Oh come on, Mr. Vos..." She started as she drew closer to him, stretching her hand towards his and lightly stroking it.
"I worked at a bar. I know my way around drinks...isn't it all that matters?" She asked a puzzling question. He couldn't wipe the amusement on his face.
"I'm looking for an assistant and not a bartender." He simply told her and watched, as the smile on her face almost vanished but somehow she managed to keep it up.
She gently stood to her feet and leaned forward a little seductively so her bosoms were showing. She stretched out her hand to his and tried to seductively caress his arms with her long fingers. He noticed her new action.
"I know the kind of man that you are, Enrico Vos. Why don't you give me this job and I'll give you what you want in return? What do you say?" She dared to wager; he looked from her hand on his to her daring eyes. A mischievous smile grew across his face.
* * *
Kiana sat nervously beside four other applicants. She rubbed her sweaty palms together and brushed her hair once more with her hand. The wait was killing her. She thought of what she would do if this job doesn't work out, but then again, she assured herself it was going to work out. She had all the necessary certificates. She was dressed appropriately. All she needed to do was speak up confidently and nothing would go wrong.
She slightly took a look at the four applicants waiting for their turns just like she was, while the rest waited downstairs. It was five at a time all the way upstairs to meet the boss. Lucky for her, she was among the first five. At least she wasn't the first to walk into that office. She had never met the CEO in person and had no time to do a thorough research on him.
He can't be that hard to deal with.
She told herself continuously as she earlier walked into the building. As she stared at the other applicants, she realized they were better dressed than she was. While her skirt and top showed the fact that it was made out of cheap materials, theirs said the opposite. They sat up and looked so confident. It seemed she was the only one sweating nervously beneath her shirt, even though they were in an air conditioned environment.
She sighed as her shoulders slumped. She shook her head at all her negative thoughts as she rubbed her palms together. She couldn't afford to think negative at the moment. She needed the pay from this job. It would go a long way in helping her pay off her debts.
The young woman who first went in a few minutes ago stormed out of the office angrily before slamming the door behind her. Eyes turned to her.
"How dare he call me slutty!?" She exclaimed, as soon as she walked out of the office fuming mad.
"To hell with you, Enrico Vos! To hell with this freaking company!" She exclaimed once more before finally walking away screaming at anyone that stood in her way. Her heels made sounds as she went on.
"Patricia Williams." A woman read out.
"Present." The woman beside Ana answered as she rose up her hand. She put up a simple smile. Gently, she got up from her seat and elegantly walked towards Enrico's office.
* * *
"Snob." Enrico voiced out to her.
A second later, she was seen storming out of the office without looking back. Her gentle catwalks had disappeared.
Kiana rubbed her palms together a bit more. She hoped her nervousness doesn't kill her before it got to her turn.
Another lady's name was called and she answered before walking in.
* * *
"How do I put this? You're too short." Enrico voiced out to her face without flinching even once.
A few seconds later, she stormed out of his office as well.
"Too short? My foot!" She exclaimed to everyone's hearing as she stormed away. The next was called to go in.
* * *
"Too tall."
She stormed out of the office angry just like the rest before her.
* * *
"You're too chubby for my liking." He stated out to the next applicant and she walked out of the office mad at him as well for being rude.
Ana took a look around her. She was the last candidate left on this floor. She took a look at herself from toe upwards and wondered what she was going to be condemned with. Although, she didn't like the thought; but none of those applicants that walked in had walked out with a smile on their face. For some reason, they had all been rejected. She noticed the stitching she had done on her skirt last night; the thread was threatening to stick out. She immediately brushed it with her hand. She needed it to stay still and not give her away.
* * *
"Mr. Vos, there's just one candidate left waiting. Do I let her in?" The young woman who had been calling out the names asked, as soon as she walked into his office.
"Who?" He asked as he raised his eyes up to her.
"Kiana Stuart." She read out from the paper she held at hand.
His eyes widened a bit at the mention of her name. He was silent for a few seconds as several thoughts ran through his mind. He looked up to her as a mischievous smile grew at the corner of his lips.
"Are there more candidates waiting downstairs?" He asked and the young woman nodded.
"Yes, sir; quite a few more of them."
"Good...let the young woman outside wait. She'll go last. I'll attend to the other candidates." He stated out his plan and she nodded before walking out of the office. He relaxed back on his chair.
She was here, after all, at his mercy. Why can't he have fun with it?
* * *
Ana watched the young woman that called out the names walk out of the office and then towards the elevator. A few minutes later, she was back with five more candidates. She furrowed her eyebrows at what was going on. She thought of the possibility that she might have been forgotten. So, she managed to gather enough courage to get up and walk up to the young woman.
"Excuse me; I think there has been a mistake. I was here with the first set but..."
"Kiana Stuart?" She suddenly called out her name and Kiana managed to nod.
"Yes."
"Please, have your seat. I'll let you in as soon as it's your turn." She simply stated out to her before walking away giving Ana no room for more questions.
Ana sighed as she went back to her seat. She took a look at her time and it has been over two hours since she got here. She shut her eyes for a second. She needed to be patient. This was the time she had to exercise all the patience she's got. It would eventually get to her turn.
"Gina Lloyd." She called the next candidate in and Ana watched her walk past her and into the office.
* * *
"You have a very unappealing face."
The young woman stormed out of the office with a frown on her face.
* * *
"Big teeth."
* * *
"Very distracting."
* * *
"Too crooked."
* * *
"What exactly does he want?" A lady beside Ana asked her as she tried to start up a conversation.
"So far, no one has been able to please him. It seems as if he's being rude on purpose like...he's looking for excuses. He, either, has someone else in mind or he just doesn't want any of us." The woman stated as she took a look at Ana.
Ana lightly shrugged her shoulders. She had nothing to say at this point. She was too nervous to speak up. All that went on in her mind was the possibility of pleasing this man who seemed quite impossible to please.
The young woman sighed as she looked away realizing her partner wasn't ready for a chitchat. Soon enough, it was her turn.
Ana sat there patiently, stealing glances at the clock hung on the wall. Time was running out for her. Another set was brought in while she sat there and although it pissed her off, she decided to remain calm. She had tried her best to get to where she is at the moment. Sooner or later, she was going to figure out what was going on and why she was made to sit there for what seemed like eternity.
"Kiana Stuart." The lady finally called after what seemed like years of waiting.
"Present." She answered as she got up to her feet, heaving a sigh of relief. She took a look around and truly, she was the last candidate to go in. As she approached the door, she hoped this was really worth the wait. The job better be hers.
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