The Interview
281 Words
The next morning, Maya was still fuming about her ruined clothes. She had a major job interview at 'Malhotra Enterprises'—the biggest conglomerate in the city. It was her dream job, and she couldn't afford to be late.
She arrived at the towering glass building, nervous but determined. After waiting for two hours, her name was finally called. She walked into the CEO's office, her heart pounding against her ribs.
As she entered, the CEO was looking out of the window, his back toward her. When he turned around, Maya froze.
It was him. The man from the rain. Aryan Malhotra.
Aryan’s eyes widened slightly in recognition, followed by a smirk that didn't reach his eyes. "So," he said, his voice smooth and dangerous, "the girl who screamed at me on the street is applying for a job in my office?"
Maya bit her lip, trying to regain her composure. "I didn't know you owned this company, Mr. Malhotra. But my professional life has nothing to do with my personal encounter."
Aryan walked closer, stopping just a few inches away from her. The air in the room felt heavy. "In my company, everything is personal," he whispered, leaning down. "You have spirit. I’ll give you the job, but on one condition."
Maya looked up, wary. "What condition?"
"You will be my personal assistant," Aryan declared. "And you will do exactly as I say, whenever I say."
Maya felt a chill run down her spine. She knew this was going to be a dangerous game, but she desperately needed the salary to save her family from their mounting debts.
"I accept," she said firmly.
Aryan chuckled softly. "Welcome to hell, Maya."
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