The Billionaire's shot at love

The interview

Naomi's POV

Naomi's POV

“There is a job vacancy at Starlite Corporation,” David announced as he hugged me before he continued.

"The Secretary to the CEO resigned three days ago and I was opportune to hear about it, so I recommended you to my boss,” he explained, showing me the job vacancy advert on his phone.

I stared at them with gratitude. I was speechless. What would I have done without this amazing couple in my life, I thought. My heart constricts at their effort and every support they have given to me during these past few months.

“Thank you,” I said blinking the tears away.

“Just get ready for it, it's 9 am tomorrow,” he added and gave me a pat on the shoulder.

“Good luck ma'am.” Melissa teased, forcing me to smile. Her energy was contagious.

I stood, staring in awe at the huge building of one of the biggest corporations in the states. Co.ing here for an interview still felt surreal. I couldn't believe it was the same place we attended the masquerade party that night, it looked different.

“Someone would think it's your first time here,” David teased, rolling his eyes at my reaction. We stood in front of the building at my request.

“It is,” I argued with seriousness. It's not my fault that it looked magnificent.

“The masquerade party, remember?” David arched his eyebrows, folding his arms as he gave me a look.

“It was at night Mr.” I countered back and returned my gaze to what took my breath away.

“Shall we?” he chuckled, waiting for me to reply.

I took a deep breath and nodded in affirmation before we walked towards the entrance together.

I almost missed my footing when I stepped into the building. The interior looked mesmerizing. The pixel chandelier was replaced with modern lighting and other accessories. The name Starlite was imprinted on the floor in an amazing art. I followed David, still admiring the beauty of the interior. It was way better than what I saw in the news. We passed through the reception before getting to the elevator.

“Mr Stallion!” someone called David before we entered the elevator. We looked back and saw an older man with a portable handbag in his right hand, striding towards us with ease while holding a cup of coffee in his left hand.

“Good morning.” He flashed David a full smile. He must be a morning person, I thought.

“Good morning Mr Quinn,” David replied with a smile. He shot me a puzzled look when I greeted him.

“Good morning..?” he answered, looking unsure. I understood and helped him out.

“Naomi sir,” I said politely. Then we entered the elevator and just in time, David's phone rang. He pressed the floor number without looking up as he answered his phone.

“It’s like a habit.” Mr Quinn’s brisk tone pierced through my thoughts.

“What?” I asked looked back.

“The floor number.” he implied. "Oh," I mouthed and nodded. David was still on call and it looked pretty serious. All we heard were a series of ‘Yes sirs’ and okays.

“If you don't mind me asking, are you a new employee?” Mr Quinn quietly asked, taking a step towards me. It was as if he didn't want to disturb David's call.

He was kind enough to quickly move back after asking the question.

I turned back and whispered to him, “No sir, I came for an interview.” he nodded in understanding.

David ended the call immediately Mr Quinn got off on the 28th floor. He apologized saying it was his boss. We got to the venue the interview was going to take place, It was empty.

“Take a seat over there and wait for them.” He said pointing to the waiting seat neatly arranged in front of a door.

“Okay,” I said and wiped my sweaty palms with my handkerchief.

“It's going to be fine, just relax and answer the questions appropriately,” he advised. I nodded.

“Call me if you need anything,” he said and gave me a one-sided hug.

After David left, I sat on the edge of the chair and waited. A few minutes later, the door opened and a man in a black suit walked in. His hair was perfectly styled and his looks screamed money.

“Good morning Miss Whitlock," He greeted, his voice deep. Does he know me?

“And good morning to you,” I replied in the most professional way possible. I didn't want to lose composure in front of him.

His lips curved up in a small smile.

“How did you know my name?” I asked looking at him suspiciously.

“Are you here for the interview?” he asked looking at his wristwatch.

“Yes, I am” I answered, still waiting for my answer.

“Alright.” He simply said and took a seat next to me. Wait, what? Is he also here for the interview?

“Are you also here for the interview?” I asked after some time. He opened his mouth to answer but the door opened and two other ladies walked in.

The lady with a bum looked shocked at the sight of the man but she still greeted and sat behind us.

The blonde just waved at us and took a seat close to the man. She was typing furiously on her phone.

I relaxed into my seat and waited for the interview to commence without bothering about the answer to my question.

“Mr Beck.” someone called through the intercom, we all turned towards the man in uniform. Maybe because he was the only man in our midst.

The man stood up, readjusted his tie, and took long strides toward the door. He knocked twice and entered only the first door close to where we sat. There were two other doors next to it.

I began to feel anxious when the 'Mr Beck’ didn't come out after more than 20 minutes.

Then as soon as it clocked 9 pm, the same voice spoke through the intercom. He gave us some series of instructions and without wasting further time, he directed the two other ladies to separate offices.

After about twenty minutes called my name.

“Miss Naomi Whitlock."

I did the breathing exercise and knocked twice before entering the office, imitating the actions of the man from earlier.

“Come in,” a very familiar voice said, making my eyes widen two times their size.