FATED MATE

CHAPTER FIVE-SPECIAL OFFER

"Sir, do you know her?" Jeremy questioned as he passed the list of the job applicants to him.

"Yes, I think I do. Once she is done, call her into my office. There will be no need for a secretary." Jackson said to Jeremy before strolling off to his office.

Jeremy turned around, waiting patiently for the lady named Marina Cruise. After three minutes, she walked out in a sky-blue shirt and black skirt. She had a black handbag which was also the color of her shoes.

"Miss Marina Cruise?" Jeremy called.

Marina turned to look at him, appalled at the fact that someone recognized her. "Do you know me?" She had to ask.

"There is a job proposition for you," Jeremy said to her as he directed her to a place where they were eavesdropping.

"Job proposition?" She turned back to look at the room which she had just come out of. "I just completed my interview some minutes ago." She told him.

"Yes, I know. I was informed by the boss that he wouldn't be needing a secretary. It would be improper for the panel to send everyone back to their respective homes," Jeremy explained.

"Sorry, who are you? How am I sure you're telling me the truth?" She was momentarily confused.

"I will take you to the boss himself. Be rest assured, I'm not a kidnapper." He smiled.

He led the way while she followed behind him. When they got to a front, hard door, Jeremy opened the door to let her in while he stepped back.

Marina stood still, studying the office. Some family pictures were placed on the mahogany desk. A fine, fair man sat behind the desk writing something down. She walked down towards the swivel chair in front of the desk and sat herself in it.

"You have such an astounding aura, Miss Marina Cruise." Jackson finally looked up, dropping down his pen.

Marina rose one brow skeptically. "A man in glasses led me to this office. He told me that the position of secretary that most of us applied for would not hold. Why then is it necessary for an interview when it could have been canceled?" Marina pointed out.

Jackson smiled at that. She was brazen and bold, which he liked. "It is rather too late for that." He told her. She didn't recognize him, and that gladdened his heart. Probably, she didn't even know his position and that was also a good thing.

He recalled how she had insisted on helping him treat his wound. That concern on her face was not one he could easily forget. In return, he would help her too. She had gone off to get the items for his treatment and he had never gotten a close sight of her. Looking at her this close made him smile. She was beautiful.

He looked down at her profile.

Marina Cruise was 28, a dropout from college with a skill in catering. Despite that, he was willing to help her.

"I have a job proposition for you though." He said to her,

"What position is that, please?" She asked him.

"The position of a maid."

Her eyes bulged, surprised. "Whose maid, please?"

"My maid." He replied to

her, his hands clasped firmly.