Love's deception

Amelia’s pov; I wake up to the sound of my alarm clock as the sun rays poured through my windows.its a busy day today and I have an interview with Christian Wood, one of the wealthiest men in the country. I go into my bathroom and take a quick shower, I got dressed in my most professional outfit with Tatty waving her tails at me.I bent down and touched her ears,”Today is a big day for me,wish me luck”,Tatty barked and I head out the door with a cup of coffee in hand skipping breakfast.As I board the subway, I felt a little nervous about the interview. I've heard rumors about Mr. Wood, but I’ve never been too interested in it but I’m more focused on my work than on gossips about men.As I step out the subway and approach the towering skyscraper where Mr. Wood's office is located,my heart skipped a bit as I remind myself that I'm a skilled journalist, and I have prepared thoroughly for this interview. I take a deep breath and enter the building, heading to the elevators that will take me to the top floor. The elevator dings, and I step out into a luxurious and magnificent lobby, with a receptionist sitting behind a modern desk. "Can I help you?" the receptionist asks, her eyes scanning me from head to toe. "I'm here to see Mr. Wood," I say. "I'm Amelia Johnson, a reporter from the Daily Times." The receptionist's expression remains cool and professional. "Do you have an appointment?" she asks, looking at me with a raised eyebrow. "No, but I was hoping to speak to Mr. Wood about a story I'm working on," I say,hoping she do let me in. The receptionist considers me for a moment, then picks up the phone and dials a number. "Mr. Wood, there's a Miss Johnson here to see you," she says, her eyes still fixed on me. There's a pause, and then I hear a deep, smooth voice over the phone. "Send her in," the voice says, and the receptionist nods. "He'll see you now," she says, gesturing towards the door behind her. I take a deep breath and step towards the door. I push open the door and enter the room, my eyes adjusting to the bright light of the office. The room is large with floor-to-ceiling windows that offer a view of the city. In the center of the room is a large desk, behind which sits Christian Wood, a man with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. He's staring at me with an unreadable expression, his hands folded in front of him. "Miss Johnson," he says, his voice deep and smooth. "It's a pleasure to meet you." "The pleasure is all mine, Mr. Wood," I say, as I walk towards his desk. "Thank you for taking the time to speak with me." "Of course," he says, his eyes never leaving mine. "What can I help you with?" I take a deep breath, "I'm working on a story about the city's most influential people, and I was hoping to get your perspective on the topic." He raises an eyebrow. "Influential people," he repeats, tapping his fingers on the desk. "That's a broad topic. What, specifically, are you hoping to learn from me?" I take a deep breath, "I'm interested in your views on power and responsibility, and how you use your influence to make a difference in the world”. He keeps looking at me and then he stands and walks towards the window. "Let me start by saying that I don't see myself as a as an influential person," he says, his eyes focused on the window. "I'm just a man who has been fortunate enough to achieve success in my career."My busines is something I take very seriously," Mr. Christian says, he walks to his chair and sit,leaning forward in his chair. "I've worked hard to build it,But I don't think that's the only way to make a difference.I want my company to have an influence on the world." What is your passion, Miss Johnson?" I hesitate for a moment “I think today’s interview is all about you Mr wood”I said looking into his eyes He leans forward and looks at me. "I must admit, I find you quite interesting." I kept looking at him without moving my eyes. "Of course," he says. "I apologize if I overstepped any boundaries. I should know better than to mix business with pleasure. Let's continue with the interview, shall we?" I nod, feeling relieved that we're back on track. I clear my throat and ask my next question, hoping to get some useful information. "So, tell me about your company's recent possession . As I'm writing down notes, my pen suddenly stops writing. I look down in confusion, trying to figure out what's wrong. Mr. Christian reaches out and touches my hand lightly, and says, "Let me give you a new pen." He pulls a pen out of his pocket and hands it to me, our fingers brushing. “Miss Johnson,I don’t think I can tell you about that”,he says looking at me.we stayed that way for 20 seconds with no words to each other. "Well, I think that covers the questions I had prepared," I say, my voice failing me. "Thank you for your time, Mr.Christian ." "It was my pleasure, Miss Johnson," he says with a smile. "If you ever need any additional information, please don't hesitate to reach out." You just refused to answer my last question,I said in my mind looking at him. He extends his hand towards me, and I take it, feeling the warmth of his skin against mine. "Thank you," I say, pulling my hand away. I gather my things and turn to leave, but before I can take a step, Mr. Christian’s voice stops me. "Miss Johnson," he says, his voice soft and low. "Before you go, I'd like to ask you something." I turn back to face him, curious about what he could possibly want to ask. "What is it?" I say, trying to sound professional and calm. He takes a deep breath, "I was wondering if you'd like to have dinner with me, some time?" I'm caught off guard by his request. I'm not sure what to say, but I know this is the perfect opportunity to find out more about his company “Sure,I’d like that”I said "Great," he says, the corners of his mouth turning up into a smile. "I'll have my assistant contact you to set something up." I nod, still a bit dumbfounded by what just happened . "Let me walk you to the elevator," he says. I nod, too stunned to say anything. I let him lead me to the elevator. As we ride down to the lobby,we didn’t talk but I can feel his eyes on me, and I can't help but wonder what he's thinking. When we got to the elevator , I got into the elevator, "It was really nice to meet you, Miss Johnson. I'm looking forward to our dinner."he said,looking straight into my eyes Then the elevator door closes.