Hello Mr. Arrogant

Chapter 2

[Semi-edited]

Chapter 2: The Asshole

"Any other skills you might have? Anything you're good at?" Mr. Hadley asked still looking down at my folder. I watched him intently as he flipped through every page. He skimmed over every single word before looking up at me in annoyance.

"When I ask you a question, Miss Bennet, I expect you to answer."

"I'm sorry Mr. Hadley, Sir. No, not really. I don't have really anything that belongs to me skill-wise," Or anything else, but I wasn't going to tell him that. I would lose all that built up fake confidence that I had stored.

"I see," he mumbled to himself before looking me up and down, almost like he was seeing under all my clothes.

I felt the heat on my neck slowly crawl up my cheeks to everywhere else on my face. I was definitely a red tomato by now. I squirm in the chair trying to make him look away, but he only smirks.

"When can you start?" He asked taking out paper after paper from his desk.

I was shocked. He barely asked questions, he only skimmed through the folder, and now he's asking when I can start!

Okay breath Lydia, act professionally.

"Tomorrow?" He asked.

"Tomorrow would be best for me," I said raising my chin showing some sort of dominance.

That seemed to catch his eye, but when he was going to comment on it the door opened with a slight knock, and all I see is another god-like person standing by the door.

Her blonde hair sparkled in the sunlight. Just like all the other women downstairs, her face was perfectly shaped. Nice jawline, cheekbones, eyebrows, everything was in place. Her makeup was beautifully done as well giving her an almost flawless glow.

If you haven't guessed by now, she was also a giant compared to me.

She smiled first at Mr. Hadley then scowled down at me from where she was standing, but quickly looked back at him. He stood from his chair and strode over to her.

Before my very eyes, he kissed her passionately on the lips, holding her by the waist. My heart broke into pieces and I didn't know why. All I could do was look away and smile, trying to put on a mask so they can't see what I really feel. 

Get a room, jeez. This is an office, not a hotel room.

"Jenn, this is my new PA," he said huskily to her after breaking away. I wanted to gag as I saw her now smeared red lipstick, but instead stood up and smiled politely at them. First impressions were something I was good at.

"Hello," I said showing off my pearly whites. I stuck out my hand for her to shake, which she took, but not before I noticed the disgusted look on her face.

Ouch.

"I will send you all the details later tonight," He mumbled not taking his eyes off of her. 

He held her close by the waist to his side, almost telling me to back off. I grabbed my purse off of the floor, turned to face the beautiful god-like couple, and said my goodbyes. Let's just say I wanted to get out of there as fast as I could.

I walked down to the elevator, surprised at myself for not getting lost, and pressed the button.

I couldn't stop thinking how in love they looked. She was beaming when she looked at him. I wanted something like that, too. I've always wanted something like that and seeing him have something special, like love, hurt me more than it probably should have.

As I made my way toward the glass doors of death I took a deep breath, holding it for only a few seconds before finally pushing the door open since, I reminded myself, it opened outwardly. 

I walked down the stone pathway feeling the cold rain dripping on my face. The wind blew making the air seem colder than it really was. I took a second to look back at the white skyscraper.

All I could imagine was him at his desk staring at me with his bright ocean eyes. As I looked back, and now down the street to call a taxi, the thought never vanished but only traveled to the depths of my mind so I could hold on to it forever because I knew it would never happen again; Not in the same way.

When I got home I flopped down on my old couch. The thing had springs sticking out and dust flying off of it every time I sat down. It came with the apartment just like all the furniture I had. Except for the bed, of course, because I didn't want bedbugs crawling all over me at night.

Growing up with money, there are usually two outcomes; You either are spoiled and snobby or rebellious. I turned out the latter.

I moved out only five months ago on my nineteenth birthday and moved here to the big city to live on my own.

I've learned one thing so far after being on my own, and that is to never take money for granted. It's so hard to live off of $2,000 a month. I can barely pay rent and pay for food for myself.

I slip out of my pencil skirt and a white blouse and slip on an oversize hoodie, I got for Christmas last year, over my head and down my body till it was to my thighs. I snuggled underneath the comforter and started playing with my hair as I tried to fall asleep.

Every damn time I close my eyes, though, he's there with his blue eyes and sharp jawline. I don't even remember falling asleep that night because of him.

The asshole.