Chapter Two
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Nancy’s POV
My eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as they stared at this… gorgeous guy. No, “gorgeous” didn’t even begin to cover it. Handsome didn’t either. He was perfect. His tanned skin looked flawless, his black hair styled just right, and those eyes… gold. Gold! Who has gold eyes?
Of course, this Greek god standing before me does.
I could barely take it in. His nose was sharp, sitting perfectly above his lips… God, those lips! Small, pink, and oh, don’t even think about it, Nancy! I mentally slapped myself.
He’s perfect, okay? Absolutely perfect.
“Hey!”
His deep, husky voice ripped me from my thoughts.
“Huh?” I stammered, still dazed.
He furrowed his thick brows, staring at me like I’d just offended him. Yeah, right… he thinks I’m stupid.
“I asked you a question,” he said, authority lacing every word. Who does he think he is, talking to me like that? Not like he owns this company… or does he?
“Question? What question?” I asked, trying to hide my panic.
“I asked why you came late.”
Okay, seriously… who is this guy?
“Why are you asking?” I snapped, my temper flaring.
“Excuse me?” he said, pretending he hadn’t heard me. I rolled my eyes.
“You heard what I said!” I barked. I heard the receptionist gasp behind me.
He scoffed, looked away for a second, then back at me.
God, I’m already starting to hate him.
“You know what, Anastasia…” he began, still staring at me, then turned his gaze to the receptionist.
Who is Anastasia?
“Yes, sir,” she replied, and I raised a brow.
Oh… she is Anastasia.
“Sir?” What’s going on? I wondered.
“Let her in for the interview,” he finally said, turning and walking away briskly without waiting for her reply.
“Oh… okay, sir,” she said, even though he was already several meters away.
Why is she calling him “sir”? I thought, turning to her.
“You’re really lucky,” she said, a knowing smile on her face.
“Why?” I asked immediately.
“Even after talking to him like that… he still let you in for the interview.”
“Who is he?” I asked, curiosity burning.
“Don’t tell me you don’t know?” she asked, disbelief in her eyes.
“Is he… someone I should know?”
She paused, then shook her head.
“Well… he’s Xavier Madrigal, the CEO of this company,” she said.
Whhaaaat?!
Holy crap.
Oh my God… what did I just do?
A lump formed in my throat, and I struggled to swallow it down.
“So you’re telling me the guy that just left… is the CEO?” I asked, needing confirmation.
“Yeah,” she said with a shrug.
Okay… I’m done for. There’s no way I’ll get this job now.
“You can go in for your interview,” she said, cutting through my panic.
I scoffed. What’s the point of the interview if I’m already doomed?
“Don’t worry, I don’t need it anymore,” I muttered and started to turn away.
“Ma’am?”
I ignored her, walking toward the entrance. Then, I paused. Wait… am I really going to throw away this opportunity just because of the CEO?
Hah! Mere CEO, I thought bitterly. After all I went through to get this interview… hell no!
Besides, maybe he’d give me a chance. With renewed hope, I turned back and approached the receptionist.
“Please… where’s the interview taking place?” I asked, determined.
She looked up, surprised.
“I thought yo—”
“Just tell me where it is,” I cut her off.
She gave me directions, and I found the room.
“This must be it,” I muttered, standing before a closed door. I took a deep breath. Behind this door lay my fate.
You can do this, Nancy.
I pressed the doorknob and stepped inside. Three people, two men and a woman sat behind a table, all in suits. They must be the interviewers.
Phew… the gorgeous guy wasn’t here. What would I have done if he was? I shivered at the thought.
“Good morning, sirs, ma’am,” I greeted, bowing slightly.
“Good morning,” one of the men replied. “Nancy West, right?”
“Yes, sir,” I answered cautiously.
“Why were you late?” the woman asked, her voice sharp.
Oh no…
“Uhm… something came up. I’m... I'm so sorry,” I stammered.
Silence. Then the first man said, “Have a seat.”
“Thank you, sir,” I said, relieved, and sat down.
The interview began. Some questions were simple, some tricky, but I managed to answer them all confidently.
“So… why do you want to work as an accountant in this company?” the man in the middle asked.
“I wan—” I started, but the door swung open.
All three interviewers stood quickly, bowing slightly.
“Good morning, sir.”
I looked up… and there he was. Xavier. Hands in his pockets, eyes locked on me.
Okay… I’m doomed.
I froze, unable to breathe, praying he wouldn’t mess things up for me.
He walked toward me, eyes still on me, emotionless and unreadable. My heart pounded in my chest.
Finally, he reached me.
“Give her the job.”
Wait… what?! Did I hear that right?
“Sir, but we aren’t done with the interview,” the woman said.
“Do you have to decide for me now?” he said, icy, finally looking away.
“No, sir! I’m so sorry!” she replied immediately, fear in her voice.
“Good.” He looked at me, gave a long, assessing gaze, and walked out.
I pinched myself just to make sure this wasn’t a dream.
“Oww!” I winced. Then I smiled.
I just got a freaking job!
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