Signed To Seduce

INTERVIEW

She stood outside the revolving doors of the company, staring up to see where the building ended. It's going to be impossible to survive a fall from up there. She takes deep breaths as she steel myself, preparing to enter.

"I can do this", she whispers to herself one more time before going inside. The moment she steps inside, a sweet woody smell envelops her. This place screams money: fine leather furniture, perfectly working ACs, a complimentary snacks bar, and two working elevators. She bet even the toilet is gold. As she looks around the place, a huge security man steps in front of her. He's tall, way taller than she is, and big. He could crush her with one hand.

"Bag search," he says in a deep voice.

She hands him her bag without a word. He empties all the contents of her bag onto a table. That's when she remembers the small pocket knife she always carries around.

"f**k", she mutters under her breath.

The security man notices the knife, picks it up and looks at her.

"I-I forgot that was in there", she says with pleading eyes. The fact is that she didn't plan on harming anybody there; she only carries the knife for safety reasons.

"Ma'am, you have to leave".

"No, please, I have an interview. I can't leave now. It's for safety, I don't plan on hurting anybody," she pleads with him.

All eyes are on them as the security man keeps telling her to leave in a loud voice, and she keeps begging. He then grabs her arm, and she screams as he starts pulling her outside. Just as he was about to kick her out, a voice stops him. He immediately lets go of her arm.

She turns around, and her jaw drops. It's Xavier Hale, the CEO.

Oh f**k.

"What is all the commotion?" he asks in a deep, dark but definitely sexy voice.

She stands there looking down at her feet, but she can feel his cold, icy eyes piercing right through her as the security man explains everything.

He dismisses the security man and nods towards her.

She quickly gathers her things, puts them in her bag, and follows behind him.

He presses the elevator button, and it opens. He steps back so she can go in first.

"Qualifications?" he asks in a cold and calculated voice without looking at her.

She hands him all her papers.

"Not impressed. What makes you think you can have this job?"

"S-sir"?

"I don't like repeating myself."

"I really need this job, sir. My mother is terribly ill, and I can't pay for her medications," she says as her hands fidget.

"That doesn't answer my question"

"S-sir, I know I'm not well qualified, but I promise I won't let you down. I'll do everything you tell me to, please just give me the job," she pleads with him, tears threatening to spill from her eyes.

Ugh! Why am I so f*****g emotional? she thinks to herself.

As the elevator door opens, he steps outside.

"Leave, you're not qualified".