Perfect For The Job (His Personal Assistant)

Chapter 2

I was angry at my brother as I walked out of the house to go to my interview. I was going to be late and I had to step on the gas hard that I was practically flying through traffic. I chose to leave that life 5 years ago when I was 18. After all, my boyfriend got killed when we planned our last robbery.

I never wanted to go back to that life, but my brother was stupid enough to trust a girl with so much money that it would take more than 3 years for us to pay with both of us working on a minimum wage salary. We barely made ends meet and I had worked hard for us to clear our debts only for this to be sprung back in my face.

I checked the time on my old watch and noticed that I was going to make it if I stepped on it. I was a nervous wreck, to be honest, but I was not going to back away from this interview. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity to be the personal assistant of newly appointed CEO Jeffery Stone. He was the only son of Jacob Stone and his father retired and left his reigns to him.

This job alone had many benefits from a great salary, health insurance, company car, an apartment in the suburbs, which meant we could move up to a better and safer environment. It would be hard to convince grandpa to move out of that tiny house, but if I get this job, I was well on my way to the next chapter of my life.

I parked my car and looked at the watch again and I had two minutes to run in the building and my luck was running thin. There was no parking space so had parked the furthest away from the building. I glanced at myself in the rear-view and noticed I need to freshen up, but I had no time, so I grabbed my file and purse and ran.

I stopped because the heels were not doing enough justice in my attempt against time, so I took the black suede heels off and ran as fast as I could at the building, and the security guard looked at me and shook his head as I bolted into the building like a mad person. I was glad I had the key card that I waved at him for entry otherwise I would have been held up as there is no entry without one. I had made the interview already with HR, but the CEO wanted to have the final call.

I knew where I was going since I had been here before, so I went straight for the elevator and pressed the number as I took a deep breath. I was glad to be the only person in the elevator. My phone buzzed in my bag and I fished it out before turning it off without checking who the caller was. It was probably my brother calling and I didn’t want to think of anything else other than the interview.

I was glad the elevator had a mirror and it gave me a chance to freshen up and as I looked up pulling some roll on I saw a camera, but I ignored it to fix myself up adding mascara and touching up my hair and putting some lip-gloss. The elevator ride was longer because I was going to the top floor, which gave me a chance to look presentable. I cracked my neck sideways reciting my notes out loud, trying to boost my confidence and calm my nerves.

The elevator stopped with my file and purse in hand, I was ready putting the last of my heel on and walking out the elevator only to collide with a wall. I looked up thinking it was a wall, but I had bumped into some broad shoulders and I had coffee spilled all over my navy pantsuits and cream blouse.

“s**t,” I said, looking at the mess before looking up, “I’m sorry I wasn’t looking where I was going and I’m late for my interview.”

“It’s alright,” I looked down, grabbing my purse and file blinking back tears.

“No, it’s not. I’m such a mess and I doubt will have the interview now,” I spoke, looking up at him.

“Mistakes happen,” he shrugged, kneeling to help me.

I paused clutching my things in my hand because I was looking at the most attractive man ever. He looked young and the smile he gave me reminded me of my boyfriend. I smiled back and shook the thoughts I was having in my head.

“I’m so sorry. Could you please tell me where the bathroom is?” I asked with tears brimming in my eyes, “I… I need to clean up.” I gave him a cracked smile quivering blinking a dozen times refusing to cry in front of him.

“Follow me,” he said, turning around and I followed him.

I followed him in silence, refusing to fall apart because I was going to grovel for this interview well aware that it stated if I was late, I should not bother coming up according to Jeffery Stone. I had turned my mess and looked presentable in less than 5 minutes only to have coffee all over me. All the hard work I pulled in the elevator had gone to waste.

I took a deep breath, as I ran to catch up with his long strides walking past the reception. I was confused as I clutched my file and bag close to my chest before he opened a door to an office that was bigger than our living room and kitchen combined and before I could ask he opened a door to reveal a bathroom.

“Uhm?” I looked at him confused as he smirked shoving his hand in his pockets.

“Go on,” he pointed at the bathroom and I turned to move, but he spoke “Wait, you need a clean shirt for your interview,” he added.

My eyes could not believe what I was witnessing he had taken his tie and jacket off and he was unbuttoning his shirt. My throat went dry for what looked like a lifetime and I was in awe of his body that I opened my mouth to speak but closed my mouth. My mind was going into overdrive staring as he moved to hand me his shirt.

“Put this on yours has coffee all over,” he spoke before he moved away. “At least you will be presentable for your interview.”

I grabbed the shirt without a word a turned to the bathroom before closing the door. I stared at the mess before I took my blouse off, I wore his shirt and I looked at my watch before I broke down. I was too late for the interview and my life was headed straight for the drain.

“Are you alright in there?”

“Yes, I will be out in a second,” I responded, trying to sound less shaky.

I was thinking of a best-case scenario on how I was going to beg for an interview. The email was clear it stated that if I was late, I should not bother coming. I looked at my watch again and I was exactly 20 minutes late.

“Thank you,” I said, soon after I walked back to the office.

“Don’t mention it,” he responded.

I looked to see he had another shirt on and he was sitting behind a desk. I paused knitting my brows blinking because it would have made sense for him to give me the shirt, he was now wearing instead of the one he took off. I did not mind the whole show he gave me, but it still made zero sense, and before I could speak there was a knock.

“Enter,” he spoke and looked at me, “Do you mind waiting for me outside for 15 minutes,” he said looking at me and I nodded.

I walked out passing the same lady at the reception who gave me a formal smile. I walked out closing the door and I moved to the reception and took a seat. My mind was in overdrive again and this time not because I had seen a hot man shirtless, but because I had no idea what the f**k happened?

I was supposed to me having my interview on the opposite side of the building but for some reason, I was waiting at the wrong side. I stood up making my way out to the other side before the door opened and I heard a shout.

“Sorry, Miss. You can go in now,” the lady spoke.

“Thanks,” I smiled, and she gave me the same smile as earlier.

I knocked and I heard a voice shouting for me to enter and I moved in looking at the office in awe again. I walked in nervously and walked as slowly as possible, giving him a flat smile.

“Thank you for the shirt,” I spoke.

“You already thanked me,” he spoke, looking at me.

The way his eyes looked at me before he smirked was strange. His eyes were burning in me and I looked down to see if I had missed a button or something, but everything was in place. He noticed I was getting uncomfortable before he smirked again and clearing his throat.

“I wanted to thank you again,” I nodded, “Guess I better go.” I pursed my lips.

“Where are you going?” He asked as I turned on my heel to leave.

“I wasted enough of your time. I was here for an interview and I think he won’t see me,” I shrugged “I’m late and the email was specific about that.” I scrunched my nose disappointed.

I blew my chance, if I had been late by 5 minutes this would have been reasonable, I was over half an hour late. I would have begged for this job then, but now there was no use. All that was left in my mind was going home to change into my normal clothes and wait a couple of hours before I go and see Todd.

When Paul died 5 years ago, my life ended that I wanted to die with him. I was the one who was supposed to be dead, but he pushed me and took the bullet instead. I had a bad feeling about the raid, but he had convinced me that it was going to be the last one. I remember Chris as he drags me into the car as it moved, and we left him helpless in his own pool of blood. 

“Sir, I-” I paused, looking at him as he shifted in his seat for a second and I looked at him “I don’t even know your name and I keep calling you sir,” I said and he looked at me with an intense gaze.

“Why don’t you sit down, Miss Sailor,” he looked at me all serious. I blinked as it hit me, I was in Jeffery’s office, and for someone who is always aware of her surroundings, I did not realize it sooner. I was good at scouting around, that is what made me a great thief, but this was unexpected.

“You are Jeffery Stone?” I paused, and he smirked. “I’m so sorry to waste your time. I should leave.”

“You’re hired,” I stopped, looking at him quizzically.