The CEO'S Assistant

The interview

I woke up the following day to my phone ringing in the kitchen. I groaned and rolled over, then I realized it could be Stacy calling me back about the interview. I jumped out of bed and ran to my phone, answering it as soon as I could. "Hello," I answered, trying to sound like I had been up for hours since it was 11 o'clock in the morning. "Good morning Ms. Molloy, I was calling to inform you that it took some time but Mr. Connors is willing to send a car for you. It was only if he could set up the time for it though", she said as she spoke on the phone. I wanted to groan so bad because it told me that I hadn't even started working for the man and he was already controlling everything. But I guess with someone of his talent he has to make sure he is picking someone up that is worth it. " Yes, ma'am, that is completely fine. When should I expect the car to be here?" I asked, slightly scared of her response, because I had a feeling that this interview would be sooner than I thought. "The interview is scheduled for today at 1 pm and the car will be there at noon. Be ready and make sure you are presentable. He may pop in on the interview to see who he is getting. The dress code is business professional, for you at least." She responded. In my head, I started freaking out. I only had an hour and a half until this car arrived and I was nowhere near ready. "Yes, ma'am, I will be ready when the car arrives. Thank you so much", I replied and hung up the phone. As soon as I got off the phone, I started freaking out. What was I going to wear? I had nothing considered a "Business Professional" and didn't have the money or time to get anything. So I went through my closet and started pulling everything I had out and throwing it onto the bed.

I looked at the scattered clothes that were everywhere, running my eyes over every article that I had. I saw a pair of black dress pants that I had from when I had to do a speech in college and that day we had to dress nicely. We were graded on speech, appearance, and how well we spoke. Then I tried to find a shirt that would look equally as good as the pants did. I settled for a form-fitting pink shirt that hugged my curves that I could tuck into the pants. Next, it was time for shoes. I owned one pair of heels that I wore for the same speech. They were a pair of black pumps that were just high enough that I wouldn't break an ankle. I turned and closed my bedroom door to look into my full-length mirror. The outfit hugged my hourglass figure in all the right places, and I was feeling pretty confident in it. That isn't saying much, because I don't have as much confidence as I should. I went into the bathroom and began to do my hair and makeup. I opted to straighten my natural wavy dirty blonde hair. Then I decided to do a simple makeup style to draw attention to my eyes. With my eyes being a nice icy blue, I wanted them to stand out since I thought it was my best feature. As soon as I was done I ran and grabbed my phone. My phone had read 11:55 and I was silently screaming and dying inside. My stomach started turning, and I felt like I was going to throw up. Mentally, I was not ready, but it was too late to back out now. I ran to my bedroom and grabbed my shoes, slid them on, and packed what I needed into a small purse that matched my outfit. I grabbed my keys and headed out the door.

As soon as I locked it I saw a black SUV pull up and a driver get out. "Stella Molloy?" he asked. "Yes sir", I replied and he opened the door to the SUV. I hesitated to get in but I did, when I got in I wasn't alone like I thought I would be. Beside me was a man in a dark blue suit that hugged his muscles to the point I thought it was going to rip right off. He had a beard closely shaven to his face and a clean haircut that would put any normal male haircut to shame. He looked at me and his blue eyes made the breath catch in my throat. All of a sudden, I couldn't speak, my mouth was so dry I felt like I was going to choke if I didn't have any water. He was handsome and I couldn't help but stare. "Why are you staring at me?" he said with annoyance. "I-I'm sorry", I stammered with my words. "This is the person that Stacy thinks is going to work for me" he laughed mockingly. My eyes widened as soon as that sentence came out of his mouth. This man that was in the car with me was the one and only Talson Connors. "You might want to put your eyes back in your head," he said as he looked at me. Anger filled his face. I looked away and stared forward. The whole drive to the office was extremely silent and uncomfortable, to say the least. We arrived at Talson Industries and the building was massive. I just sat and looked at it out the window until someone cleared their throat. " You going to get out or just stare at it? If you're going to work for me, I can't have you staring into space. I need your head on a swivel", Talson said to me with annoyance in his voice. I turned to get out of the car and thought about what he said. I'm not working for him yet and he is talking to me like I am. Can I conclude that I have the job? We walked into the building and everyone turned and looked. Everybody stopped what they were doing and that made Talson angry. " Why are we not working? Do I have to be in the building at all times for work to get done around here?" he yelled to the employees and as quickly as they stopped, they got back to work even quicker. That right there made me realize Talson was not someone to be messed with. We continued our walk to his office, which confused me because I thought I was getting interviewed by Stacy or someone else. We went to an office with two big double glass doors and walked in. There was a big open window where you could see a view of the city, a cherry wood desk sat in the middle of the room and his desk was immaculately clean. The whole office was clean like it had just been moved in too. There was one single painting on the wall and then in the other corner of the room, there was a black leather couch. He walked over to a closet, hung up his jacket and pulled out a chair, and sat it in front of his desk. "Sit down, and don't say anything until I ask. Is that clear?" I nodded my head and sat down. " Hand me your resume." he said with his hand sticking out, I swallowed hard and reached into my bag, before I could get my hands on it he got impatient " I don't have all day! do you have it or not?" I pulled it out as quickly as I could and handed it to him. He looked it over and then put it on the desk and laughed. "You seriously expect me to hire you? With only experience at a diner as a waitress? I mean I guess if you could listen to directions this might work, but you don't even have any experience in reports or anything?" He said to me chuckling.

My chances started to look smaller and smaller as he went through my resume until something caught his eye. " You went to Rosemont community college and just graduated? interesting and surprisingly your degree was in business? Okay, you may have something I can work with." He handed my resume back and looked at me with a blank look on his face and then he began to speak "You can go, I'll get Stacy to contact you if you get the job but don't get your hopes up, you're not a promising candidate." He shooed me away and I walked out the doors. I stopped when I realized I couldn't get home and I turned around and knocked on the glass door. "Sir" he rolled his eyes and got up and opened the doors "What do you want? didn't I just tell you we were done?" He said. "I-I was just wondering how I was going to get home" He just looked at me with a blank stare " Walk home, run, take a taxi, or the subway I don't know, I don't care just get out of my building," he said annoyed and closed the doors in my face. I turned around and made my way toward the entrance of the building, I got to the lobby and went to walk outside when a woman who was about the same height as me, with brown hair, hazel eyes, and a sweet smile stopped me " You must be Stella" She smiled at me and held out her hand. I shook her hand and smiled it was nice to see a smiling face "Yes ma'am and you are?" I asked politely "I'm sorry, I'm Stacy we have spoken on the phone this morning about the interview, I'm sorry about Mr. Connors I had no idea he was going to go along and interview you," She said with a sincere apology. "It's okay, is he always this uptight and mean?" I asked genuinely. She shook her head and laughed. That made me lose hope even more because how was I going to work for someone like him? "As long as you do what you are supposed to he won't mess with you, he definitely has a big bark, but his bite ain't as bad as some people say." I looked at her a little confused and she must have seen my face because she answered the burning question for me "I'm his sister" my eyes widened. "But don't tell people that. There are not a lot of people around here that know that." I looked at her when she said that. "How do you deal with him?" I asked. "He's not that bad he just does not know when to turn the business off. but I'm getting ready to go get some lunch. Would you like me to take you home?" she offered. "I couldn't ask you to do that. What if Mr. Connors found out?" She scoffed. "Oh honey, don't worry about him. I can handle that" and she leads us out of the building, to a black BMW. My draw dropped and she chuckled. "You're not the only one doing this job for money. Minus I'm also doing it to help out family too" she smiled. We both got into the car and she dropped me off at the house.