In Love with the Wrong Twin? The CEO Reve Twins

The CEO Reve Twin’s  Chapter 1 Rebecca’s POV Today was the day, the day I would finally be interviewing for my dream job. A designer at the Reve company in the city. They designed Jewellery for most of the biggest bridal companies in the area and also designed jewellery for the largest department store in the country. Id waited for an opportunity like this since I finished college 4 years ago. And even better, it was at a company I knew and respected. My alarm went off and I couldn’t help but squeal a little bit as I got out of bed. I woke up at 6am, even though my interview wasn’t until 11am. I wanted to make sure everything was perfect, my clothes, attitude and interview skills. I showered and used every single product I owned, face creams, body washes, shampoos, conditioners and body creams, I shaved every bit of me I could and applied body and hair oils too. When I had finished, I made sure my nails were perfect, I painted them a clear polish and filed them into a perfectly oval shape. Finally, I finished by opening my wardrobe and finding a perfect outfit. I steamed the outfit and made sure it was wrinkle free. I had chosen a modest, black pencil skirt that ended at my knees, a plain white shirt and a pinstriped blazer. I dried my long brown hair, and it was now tied up in a half up, half down style with a black bow at the back. I put on the fanciest underwear I owned, I knew no one would be seeing it, but I wanted to make myself feel cool and confident and a pair of skin colour tights. Before putting on my clothes I strolled around my apartment in just my underwear and made myself a coffee and toast. My stomach was churning with nerves, and I didn’t feel like eating anything large, but I knew I would need something in there to settle those nerves. I put on the music channel and danced around a little to calm my nerves too. My apartments wasn’t huge but it was perfect for me. It was an open plan area. The kitchen looked into the front room and had a breakfast bar that separated my living area from it. There were stools there so I could eat there and didn’t need a dining table. I had a small TV and a sofa and comfortable chair. I also had a balcony that was behind my TV that I didn’t use very often, only when I had company which was usually Chris. There was a bathroom and bedroom off of the front room. If anyone wanted to use the bathroom, they had to go through my bedroom but I kept it tidy, for the most part. The bathroom had a shower and a toilet but no bath. I did miss baths from when I was at college and would stay at my best friend’s apartment. That had been 4 times the size of this one. Once I had danced and eaten, I got dressed and saw the time was only 9am. My mobile phone dinged from the kitchen side where I had left it and saw a message from Chris. The person who I was interviewing for today. Chris Reve had been my friend since nursery. We had both been outgoing and a little crazy and the teachers couldn’t handle us separately. They soon realised however that together we bounced off each other and were able to manage us a little easier as we tired each other out. He immediately came up to me, gave me his hand to shake and stared straight into my eyes. If I had known what love was at that age, I think I fell for him then and there. We bonded straight away and had been good friends moving forwards, even through college and university. Chris had bright blonde hair and large blue eyes. Those blue eyes had gotten him both in and out of a lot of trouble growing up as when he looked sad, he looked like a puppy dog. He had an amazingly carefree attitude, a little hot headed sometimes but caring too. We had both studied fashion at university. Me, because I loved to design, and Chirs studied it as his father ran a large jewellery company in the city. It was understood, growing up, that Chris and his brother, Michael, would both be taking over the business once they reached 21/22 and finished university. College and University had been wild, parties most evenings and we were definitely drunk most of the time. Chris had definitely badly encouraged me, not that it took much, but we still managed to pass our course with flying colours as we did study when we needed to. Michael also studied with us and barely partied except for when we dragged him out. Now at the age of 26 I was working at a small jewellery store, in the town we grew up in, whilst Chris now ran his parent’s city company, alongside Michael. Chris had an opening for a designer within his ranks and had offered me to interview for it, stating I was a shoe in so here I was. The text read “good luck” and I smiled. He knew how capable I was and had seen some of my earlier designs for a new jewellery line. He had liked it and even joked about stealing it, but he would never do that. He knew I didn’t need luck but was sweet enough to send it anyway. Then another text came through. You’ll smash it like always, don’t forget to eat and wear deodorant. That was Micheal and my mind drifted to him. He was Chris’s twin brother. Michael, the serious twin. I had known him just as long as Chris, however, we just weren’t as close as me and Chris. He was always worried about something and constantly chastised me for things. Always on my case for ‘slacking’ off or for being too crazy. He was always the one prepared with hangover medicine for me and Chris though. Always the one with a medical kit if we needed it. Always there with bond on the few occasions Chris ended up in a cell for being too drunk and disorderly. He was also there for any drama we needed; however, his tone and face were always judging and serious. I thought about him and realised he was always there despite being a stickler for the rules. During university he did come out with us but only when we dragged him out. He kept their apartment well stocked with food and extremely tidy. He had an issue with people ouching him, well, people in general to be fair. He was also blond like his brother, but his eyes were a cool dark grey, not the bright blue like Chris’s. I could read his moods through his eyes more than anyone else, except maybe Chris and his mother and father. I loved Michael just as much as Chris, even if we weren’t as close. Michael tended to get his way through following the rules and often got us out of trouble stating the law or some loophole even though he studied design too. Michael was also hiring today for a personal assistant. I felt sorry for whoever got that position as he was extremely particular with things. Liked his coffee a specific way, wanted everything scheduled perfectly and he was never late or messy in anyway. He was a very stoic person. I headed to the printer to take out a few of my designs from the print tray. Whilst the Reves company currently only designed jewellery they were hoping to branch out into accessories soon and I had a few ideas for scarves and handbags that I hope will get me some attention from Chris. I smile at one of my designs, my favourite and a huge memory for me that I hoped Chris would remember. It was a dolphin design, but the dolphins were hiding behind rocks or the surf. The colour was an amazing blue with teals and turquoise in it. It was water colour styled and looked pretty against the white backdrop of the bag. One year, when we were around 14 or 15, we had all gone on a summer holiday, my family and the Reves family. We had hired a boat to go scuba diving so I could see the dolphins. Both Chris and Michael had been there, and I was so excited I jumped off the boat before anyone else. The problem was that I had scared the dolphins away and they were all darting between rocks and swimming away. I was sad but it had also been extremely beautiful, looking at them through the surf, the sun shining down through the surface. The mystery of knowing they were there but only seeing their fins or tails as they disappeared into the deep blue surf. I came up sad and Chris had comforted me with hugs whilst Michael had gone on a rant and told me how irresponsible I was and I could have gotten hurt, blah, blah. However, feeling Chris’s arms around me had made me feel ok and we still had a lovely afternoon on the boat. That evening we had amazing food and drinks, with music and flashing lights to dance to and a beautiful evening looking out over the dark sea. I remember Michael was actually the sweetest he had been that night and sat looking out over the sea with me. Chirs had crashed it after around 30 minutes by throwing popcorn at us, stating we were being boring. I had laughed and followed Chris to dance and eat whilst Michael had just sat and carried on being thoughtful. I knew I had a massive crush on Chris but had never pursued it. No scrap that, I was in love with Chris and had been for a while. But he was extremely out of my league, and he was also engaged to a woman from another business tycoon in the area, so I harboured my crush in secret. He was also my best friend; I didn’t want to lose that with him. However, that didn’t stop me and Chris from still going out every weekend though and constantly talking on the phone or via text. He was sad I was single though and was constantly trying to set me up with wealthy guys he knew but I just wasn’t interested. Michale had rescued me a few times from them and received chastisement from Chris, so I was grateful for that. Chris had held me captive for over 10 years and probably always would. Years ago, he had won my heart by just being amazing in general, but then one night had sealed the deal for me. I looked at the clock and realised it was 10am. I lived pretty central in the city, so the Reves building wasn’t that far away, around a 20/30 min walk but it was only a 10-minute drive. I wanted to get to the office pretty early so headed for my car, a blue Toyota Camry that I had bought with my first paycheck from my current job. My current job was at a small jewellery store, quite a drive away from where I lived, I didn’t get to design but I sold a lot of the jewellery that Chris and Michael designed and built. I worked at adjusting jewellery though and changing stones and also general sales. I loved it so much, yes it was huge for just me, but it drove like a dream and would get me up the steep, snow filled paths to my parents’ house every Christmas. My parents had lived in a small townhouse in the village not far from the city whilst I grew up but now, they owned a farm out in a small town that wasn’t miles away from the city but far enough that I didn’t see them that often. It was a Friday so I knew traffic would not be bad, but I started the engine and drove to the large building for my interview, all smiles.