His Distraction
1039 Words
*Kevin's POV*:
Kevin’s office door clicked softly shut behind Angela, but her presence lingered like perfume in the air — floral, fresh, and far too distracting.
He stood still for a moment, eyes trained on the door, one hand still resting on the edge of his desk. The calm expression he wore during the interview cracked slightly as he let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding.
“Intern?” he muttered, loosening his tie. “She doesn’t act like one.”
Angela had walked in like she belonged — not in an arrogant way, no. Confident, collected, and almost… soft. A contradiction he couldn’t ignore. Her voice echoed faintly in his head.
He hated how it got to him.
Kevin sat down, but instead of reaching for his laptop, he leaned back in his chair, staring at the elevator camera feed in the corner of his monitor to see her interactions before stepping into his office the she appeared in the elevator with some guy, I think I've seen him around in the marketing department. Her smile was attractive, her eyes bright.
His jaw tightened.
He hated that too
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Kevin finally opened his laptop, but the glowing screen did little to distract him. Reports, emails, presentations — they all blurred together.
His mind was still in that brief moment, watching her walk in with her portfolio held tight, her eyes scanning his office like she wasn’t the least bit intimidated.
He had seen hundreds of applicants. Thousands.
But there was something different about Angela.
She wasn’t trying to impress — not with fake smiles or exaggerated charm. She just was
And that — Kevin couldn’t stand.
Because that made her harder to forget.
“Sir?” his secretary’s voice buzzed through the intercom.
“Yes?”
“Ms. Callahan from Sales Department is here for the pitch review.”
“Send her in,”he said, straightening his tie.
As the door opened and the sales manager walked in, Kevin kept his expression neutral. But his thoughts were miles away.
***
That evening, after the last meeting, Kevin sat in the backseat of his black car, scrolling through his tablet.
His driver, Mr. Cole, glanced back through the rear-view mirror.
“Long day, sir?”
Kevin nodded. “Too long.”
But what he didn’t say was: too full of distractions.
He tapped on the intern folder. Angela Martins
Age: 22.
University: NYCU.
Degree: Communications.
Her application was solid, impressive even. But there were hundreds just like hers — and yet he’d already approved her for a second screening.
Why?
He hated not knowing.
“Take me to the penthouse,”Kevin finally said.
As the city lights blurred past the windows, he closed his eyes for a moment.
One thing was clear.
Angela Martins was going to be a problem.
And for the first time in years, Kevin didn't mind.
Angela’s POV
Angela stepped out of the elevator and inhaled deeply, her heels clicking softly against the sleek marble floor of the building’s lower level.
Her heart was still racing from the tension in that office. Not because Kevin Argent was intimidating — though he was. But because he was... intense.
Those eyes. That stare. The way he seemed to see through her like he was pulling secrets out she hadn’t even told herself.
She hated that her mind kept replaying the way he’d looked at her.
Or the way he leaned back in his chair like he had all the power in the world — because, well, he did.
“Pull it together, Angie,” she muttered, stepping outside into the chilly city air.
She fished her phone from her purse and instantly got a call from Boston.
“Babyyyy,”he said the second she answered.
Angela giggled. “You always call me that when you’re being dramatic.”
“Of course. How did it go?”
She sighed. “I met the CEO.”
“Already?”
“Yeah, I didn’t expect it either. His secretary said to go to the top floor, and boom — there he was. Just sitting there in a black suit like he was born to run the world.
“God, that man is… something else.”
Phone buzzes — ‘Boston calling’
She smiles as she picks up.
Angela:
“Hey, Boston. Guess who just survived her first ever billionaire encounter?”
Boston laughs
“Let me guess — tall, dark, brooding, and probably thinks eye contact is an act of war?”
Angela giggling
“Bingo. CEO mode was in full effect. I don’t even know if he blinked. But his voice… whew.”
Boston replied
“Alright, relax Romeo. I’m still on the line.”
Angela rolled her eyes
“Oh please, you asked!”
Boston (teasing but softer):
“Yeah, I know. I just like hearing you laugh. You sound less tense than earlier.”
Angela (smiling):
“I was freaking out. But I think I held my own.
Boston:
“That’s my girl. Knew you’d kill it. You’re… kind of amazing, you know?”
Angela (playfully):
“Only kind of?”
Boston (hesitates, then softly):
“You’re a lot more than that, Ang. You just don’t see it yet.”
A pause.
Angela,changing subject slightly, because she's aware of Boston hidden feelings for her since highschool although he tries to hide it.
but she just doesn't see him that way and doesn't want to ruin their friendship.
“Anyways, the office is gorgeous. And Mr Argent's up in the clouds, literally. Top floor and everything.”
Boston:
“Of course he is. Rich guys love the altitude. Makes them feel closer to heaven or something.”
Angela laughs
“Well, I’m still down here on earth. Trying to figure out where to eat.”
Boston:
“You want me to come meet you? Lunch on me.”
Angela:
“Tempting… but I think I want to walk around and soak it all in. Maybe journal a bit. Clear my head.”
Boston said quietly
“Okay. Just… don’t forget I’m around if you need someone. For anything.”
Angela (softly):
“I know, Bos. Thanks.”
Boston:
“Always.”
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