VENGEANCE IN VELVET

CHAPTER THREE

Isabella's POV

"Stay focused," I said to myself, shaking the thought out of my head.

I chose a white designer long sleeve, red penciled trousers that hugged my skin perfectly and red high heels. One thing about me is that I'm a lover of fashion, I really don’t follow trends, I rather create them.

"Am looking so professional, Exactly what I wanted." I said looking at the mirror. I looked at the wall clock.

"OH s**t! I am late." I grabbed my bag and hurried out of my room. I saw Uncle Victor in the sitting room with a cigarette in his hand.

“How do I look?” I said turning around for him to see me.

“Are you sure this is you?” He said, forming a curious look.

“Nope uncle, I am putting on a mask.” I jokingly said.

“Don’t forget that your beauty is from my genre,” He said grinning. “You will definitely do great, and remember not to let your emotions get the better of you.”

“Thanks uncle.” I hurriedly pecked him on the cheeks, and left because time was no longer on my side. I arrived at Westford Company, just right outside the building. I looked at the tall building, the glass walls and the securities that were on standby.

"Wow, such a luxury." I said within me. And just when I entered the building, I was wowed by it, it looked just like another world, it felt like I was breathing another air that is different from the outside. This place is screaming power and wealth.

I was lost staring at the contents of the building. I guess the company must be dealing in billions. I quickly push the thought aside. This is the lair of my enemy. I can't afford to be impressed. I asked around for directions to the waiting room and I found it. I opened the door, and what I saw left me speechless.

More than one hundred person’s, where here for an interview on just the secretary position. ‘Will I really get this position?’ I whispered to myself, feeling disappointed already. Every passing minute felt like eternity, and to crown it all, I was the last person to arrive for the interview, thereby making me the last person on the list.

I was wondering if I will get interviewed at last, or if they will stop halfway. If they should stop midway, I have no chance, and if they were to consider more person’s, I still stand no chance because I am the last on the list. I was very worried, this revenge means more to me than anything.

My heart raced as I tried to steady my breathing. Eventually, my name was called.

“Miss Elena Hartwell?”

I didn’t expect my name to be called next, I guess my thoughts occupied most of the time but at the same time I was grateful to remember my fake name. I stood, and the lady led me to the interview room. The sound of my heels clicking so hard on the polished floor felt awkward.

I reduced my pace, but it still didn’t have any effect on the sound. When we got closer to the interview room, the sound increased. I began to wonder if I am the only one affected by the sound of my heels, or if it was a normal thing. The assistant paused and said, “You may go in.” “Thanks.” I muttered.

Damian's POV

My father usually tells me I have a kind heart and I shouldn’t let people take advantage of it. I guess it was my kind heart that made me randomly select a range of one hundred persons for an interview. I was not surprised to see a range of two hundred applicants for the post of a secretary.

Although many people want to have a taste of Westford Company, not all are granted that opportunity, so any little opportunity that comes by, the majority grabs it. I was getting tired already, I can’t wait to finish with the last person. I was going through my IPad, then I heard the sound of clicking heels.

It was so loud that it infuriated me. I hate unwarranted sounds. I was about to tell her to take off her heels and walk barefoot, but when I raised my head, I became totally speechless at the beauty in my presence. Something about her struck me, she was strikingly beautiful and familiar, an image that could melt one’s heart. Of course the furry in me melted away.

“Good morning, sir.” She said, jolting me back to myself.

“Please, have a seat,” I said in a more formal tone. She sat, with her hands folded neatly on her laps. I checked the profiles on my iPad.

“Miss Elena Hartwell, right?” I asked, to be sure.

"Yes sir,” Her voice sounded so angelic.

“Why do you want to be my secretary?” I curiously asked, wondering why a goddess would want to work as a secretary.

Isabella's POV:

“Why do I want to be your secretary?” I asked in return, not sure of what I heard.

“Yes.” He said.

"Obviously because I hate you!" I muttered quickly to myself.

“I believe in my capabilities, and I don’t want it to go to waste.” I said, unsure if I am saying the right thing.

The rest of the interview proceeded smoothly, with Damian asking me a few more questions.

“You can take your leave,” he said.

I felt relieved and bothered at the same time. I kept wondering if there is a possibility of me working as his secretary. I stood to leave, just as I was about to reach the door, I heard his voice.

“Miss Elena Hartwell,” he called.

“Yes sir,” I answered.

“Have we met before?” I froze, my heart pounding in my chest. My mind went back to the party.

"Did I really do something I shouldn’t have, or do I have a lookalike or something?" I asked myself.