The Billionaire's Secret Crush

The Interview Room

“Stacy Michaels,” a voice called from the entrance, breaking through her nervous thoughts. She looked up, her heart racing as she gathered her documents, smoothing her skirt with a quick motion. This was it—the moment she had prepared for.

Taking a deep breath, Stacy stood and made her way to the conference room, her heels clicking softly against the polished floor. As she entered, she was met with the sight of three interviewers seated at a long, sleek table, their expressions a mix of professionalism and curiosity. She noticed two women, who had been interviewed just before her, lingering outside, visibly upset.

Stacy couldn’t help but observe their attire as she passed. The first woman wore a tight-fitting, low-cut dress that left little to the imagination, with a hem that barely grazed the tops of her thighs. Her excessive makeup and ostentatious jewelry only added to the impression that she was more interested in making a statement than presenting herself professionally. The second woman opted for an outfit that was equally revealing—a sheer blouse that exposed more skin than it covered, paired with a miniskirt that seemed more suited for a night out than a corporate setting. It was no surprise when the interviewers shook their heads, disapprovingly dismissing them from consideration.

With the sound of the door closing behind them, Stacy stepped forward, determined to present herself differently. She smoothed her fitted black pencil skirt, which hugged her slender figure just right, paired with a crisp white blouse that added a touch of sophistication.

As she entered, she focused on the man at the center of the table—Alexander Rayne. The placard in front of him confirmed it—CEO of the Rayne Group. She had seen his photo in magazines and read about his astounding success, but nothing prepared her for the reality. He was strikingly handsome, with an air of confidence that seemed to command the room. His dark hair was perfectly styled, and his piercing blue eyes held a depth that captivated her.

“Ms. Michaels, thank you for coming in,” one of the interviewers said, breaking her reverie. She nodded, quickly reminding herself to focus. She was here to interview for the position of secretary, a role she hoped would be her gateway into this new life.

As they began the formalities, her mind drifted momentarily. She couldn’t shake the thoughts of Alexander’s reputation as a playboy known for his numerous one-night stands. Despite his impressive achievements, she couldn't help but wonder how he balanced his personal life with running such a successful company. This man had built the Rayne Group into a billion-dollar empire in just six years, yet he was often surrounded by whispers of his flings and escapades.

Shaking off her thoughts, she listened as the interviewers discussed the role. “We need someone organized, proactive, and capable of handling a fast-paced environment,” one interviewer explained, glancing at her with a slight smile. “Can you tell us about your previous experience?”

Stacy launched into her rehearsed response, but her gaze kept flicking back to Alexander. He sat quietly, observing her with an intensity that made her heart race. She felt a mix of admiration and intimidation in his presence. This was her chance, and she couldn’t afford to be distracted by the formidable figure who held such power and influence.

As she spoke about her skills and background, she focused on maintaining her composure. She respected Alexander Rayne as a visionary leader, someone who had transformed the Rayne Group into a billion-dollar empire in just six years.

The interview continued, and she steered her thoughts back to the role at hand. She was determined to prove herself, eager to show that she was more than just a candidate; she was someone who could contribute meaningfully to this prestigious company.