Ch. 1 A Not So Warm Welcome
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"No work history whatsoever, huh?"
Helena went stiff in the seat she was sitting in.
A gorgeous but stern woman was sitting across from her in a large black leather chair and was reading Helena's resume like it was boring her to sleep. Her heart was pounding anxiously against her chest as they sat in the quiet room, the clock behind her counting each second.
"N-No sorry. I don't Mrs. Daville." She answered as her eyes fell to her lap. I want to remind her that the posting online said that it was OK. It's why I came here in the first place. Helena thought, but bit back her tongue. She wouldn't dare bring it up to Mrs. Daville.
The woman sat up straight and firm, her cheekbones were elegant but sharp, as if they never held a smile on her face. However, there was a confident and powerful aura Helena felt projecting from how Mrs. Daville presented herself. Her brunette hair was swirled into a tight bun and for the interview, she wore a magenta blazer and a matching skirt to go with the sheer black stockings. She was like a majestic lioness in a weird way, Helena thought, but it made her shrivel up like the beta cat she was, wearing just a low class denim blue jeans and an attempt at a clean white polo shirt.
Her interviewer's wine-colored lips pursed in a tight thin line, and she sighed, reading on with such disinterest that she started twirling the stylish red pen between her beautifully manicured nails.
Maybe I'm biting off more than I can chew trying to apply here. Helena thought, trying not to bite her nails out of habit.
The woman's almond-colored eyes shifted from the paper up to Helena, and she instantly straightened up while forcing a smile.
"I'm still in the process of finishing college. I haven't had a chance to work somewhere yet. Most places seem to reject me because of it." Helena admitted.
Mrs. Daville's stone-cold stare stilled. Helena could see her tongue poking her cheek as she thought it over. Her eyes were intense, and it reminded Helena of one of those stunning strict principals or secretaries, like the ones on T.V. where they suddenly break out of character, take their glasses off, and seduce the man out of nowhere.
When Mrs. Daville continued to stare without a word, Helena felt like she was sweating. She was holding her breath for who knows how long when Mrs. Daville finally lowered her lashes back to the paper in her hand again. Helena let out a mental sigh of relief.
Jeez, she's pretty intense. Almost scary.
Mrs. Daville turned sideways in her chair, crossing one delicate leg over the other while tapping a nail at her chin. "Hmm..."
She eyed Helena for a moment, and it sent a shiver up her spine. Did it just get cold in here? She thought, trying not to rub her arms.
"I don't know hun..." Mrs. Daville trailed off nonchalantly and practically turned her chair away from Helena.
No. Please tell me I didn't lose another job opportunity. Helena stared in disbelief. She swallowed the heavy lump forming in her throat and sprung up from her seat, ready to protest that she was good enough for the job.
But then...there was a knock at the door.
It opened behind her before she had a chance to speak and a voice as rich as silk spoke first, leaving her stunned to the spot with her mouth open.
"Sorry to intrude, but I'm home. I also got those white chocolate treats you like so much."
Both women turned to the person standing at the doorway. It was a man, no Adonis and Lust merged into one. With a lean, tall body structure, dashing brown curls, and a warm smile that suddenly made her heart skip a 1,000 beat, Helena found herself captivated instantly.
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