Teresa's POV
"Teresa, come on, answer me. How would you feel about working for me?" Vincent asked, while continuing to stare at me.
From his expression, I could tell this wasn't a joke; he was really serious about it. Vincent was the son of a wealthy man, and I was a college student who wasn't even close to completing my studies. What kind of job could I do for someone like him?
"Teresa, come on, speak to me," Vincent said.
"Vincent, what exactly do you mean by working for you? What do you have in mind?" I asked as we looked each other in the eyes.
"What do I mean? Obviously, I mean you working for me, Teresa, just like any other employee—nothing more, nothing less—just a 'normal' working relationship between you and me," Vincent said, emphasizing his last words.
He might have notice
