Never Mine To Begin With

The CEO Specifically Asked For You.

THE DEVIL WEARS ARMANI

“I hate him. I hate him. I hate him.” I said for the umpteenth time to my roommates since I came back from the interview. I remembered the smirk on his face and just felt like I could wrangle his neck right now. He made me feel tiny by smirking, and if I could have wiped that smirk off his cocky face, best believe me, I would have.

“Violet, I am not a party pooper neither am I on the stop-the-hate-on-the-man train. But it will be nice if we can know who you hate aside from Connor, so we can all hate him together. Ain't I right, Annie?” Rainie turned to A, Annie, who was in the Kitchen trying out a new recipe she learned at culinary school so we could have it as dinner. She looked so serious as she folded the dumplings, and I smiled, forgetting my anger at Ryan because I was just so proud of how close she had come to achieving her goals.

There was silence until she finished folding the last dumpling and plopped all of them into the point of boiling hot water before she dusted her flour hands on her apron.

“I'm with Rainie on this. Let us know who you hate so we can get on the internet, print pictures of him, and throw darts at them. That way you can feel better.”

"Remember the night I broke up with that douchebag Connor. You know I came back raving about some guy that I met at the bar who refused to tell me his name?” I asked.

“Yeah, we remember,” Annie said.

“The one you called a hottie in five different languages?” Rainie asked, lifting her brows playfully earning a snicker from me.

“Yeah, that one. Anyway, it turns out he works at Falcon Enterprises, and he was part of the interviewers that interviewed me today.”

“So this is love.” Rainie sang a song as she grabbed a clean spatula and started gyrating her hips around the living room.

I snorted, “Yeah, as if. Turns out he is a major A-hole and also corky. I wouldn't touch his nasty ass with a ten-foot pole. He was just so direct in his speech in a way that irked me. It was like he was a different person from the person I met at the bar like that was his alter ego. Also, it annoyed me that despite him being a major pain, he was still so fine to look at! That is what I hate admitting.” I groaned whilst banding my head lightly on the kitchen counter.

Rainie grabbed her laptop from her room and came back to the living room. Putting it on the center table, she sat on the rug and flexed her fingers while her system was booting

“Tell me his name now and I am going to help you find him.”

“Ryan. That's all I know.” I replied to her.

She grinned and started typing, “That's more than enough dearie."

We all have that one friend that we think missed their calling to work in the CIA or FBI because of how good they are at finding someone. Raine was that person in our friendship group.

After minutes of searching, she turned the laptop in my direction, “Is he the one?”

Indeed, yes, he was the one. The arrogant human was wearing an Armani suit and had his hand on his jaw lightly. He looked so good, not like I was willingly going to admit that right now.

“Yes, he is,” I replied.

She took the laptop back, concern evident on her face. After which she turned to me and said, “My dear, this is the CEO of Falcon Enterprises.”

“What? That isn't possible. The CEO is Marcus Falcon, last I checked yesterday.” I almost choked on my spit at her revelation. There was definitely no way what Rainie was saying was true.

“Yeah, that was yesterday. As of this morning, it was announced that his Son, who has been away from the spotlight and under interim leadership training, is now the new CEO of Falcon Enterprises. His name is Ryan Falcon.”

Suddenly all the dots connected in my head. No wonder the receptionist wished me luck. No wonder the interviewers were treading on thin ice with him. A lot of insiders must have known he was the new CEO before the news broke out and knew what he was like. This right now is like my life is a bad soap opera and I am the lead character who dies halfway to the end of the movie. I remembered how I said he should have a miserable day and he heard it. Everything is indeed over, and there is no point crying over spilled milk.

I chuckled for a long time with my friends looking at me like I had gone bonkers.

“Guys, let's go clubbing tonight. I need a stiff drink because one thing is of certain. There is no way on this green earth that I am getting that job.”

After telling someone who was going to be my boss to have an unpleasant day, he must have been bonkers to give me a job as his P.A.

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My phone rang at a distance. I opened my eyes slowly, trying to get them adjusted to the harsh lighting in the living room. After clubbing last night, and taking a couple of shots too. The three of us stumbled back home and collapsed on the pull-out couch. As I opened my eyes halfway, I noticed my friends sprawled in different positions on the couch.

I used my hands to feel on the couch for my phone and my fingers finally touched the cold object.

“Hello,” I said immediately. I picked up my coarse voice to shout over the music.

“I believe I am speaking with Violet Sanderson. I just called to tell you that you got the job as the P. A to the CEO of Falcon Enterprises and you are to begin effective from Monday." The cheery voice said that was the best thing she had to say today.

My brain booted for a minute before I finally understood what she just told me.

The first thing that popped out of my mouth was, “I'm sorry, but why would I get the job?”

“I'm confused. Do you want the job or not? Most people are usually elated about getting this type of call.” The voice sounded like she was confused about me acting like this, and from the questions she asked me, this was possibly the first time someone was acting this way. Well, that clearly makes both of us dear. I definitely thought I bombed the interview, especially when I told him to have an unfortunate day, which he heard, by the way, in case you don't get how absurd this is. So, imagine my surprise when he ended up giving the go-ahead for me to be hired. If she was me, she too would be confused.

“You don't understand,” I started because she really didn't, “I bombed the interview. It's like when a model falls face flat on an international walkway that is supposed to take her career to the next level with the judges watching. The next day, when she thinks her career is over, she messed up, and she gets a call that she won. That's exactly what happened to me.”

“Well, it doesn't matter now, does it? Because the CEO specifically asked for you. So, if you are still interested in the job I can know my next line of action. Although, my advice to you is to take the job. This is the number one Enterprise in New York, in America, and in the world. You have won in life if you get employment here, even if you work for a month here. Your life becomes easier after this even when you want to move on to something else. So, I think you should say yes to this.” She advised me. This oddly reminded me of a TV show where people took their family members' wedding dress shopping and then the shop attendants and the family members ask the lady ‘Would you say yes to the dress?' and like ten or fifteen pairs of eyes are on her as everyone waits with bated breath on what she'll say. I just realized how much pressure comes with being put on the spot. I wished my friends were awake, but since they were knocked out from our busy night yesterday, I knew I had to make this decision on my own.