His Headstrong Secretary (Completed!)

Zina’s POV “Zina, can I speak with you for a moment in my office?” Professor McNeal said after our last capstone class as a literature major at Columbia University. Professor McNeal was one of the nicest people I’ve met, next to my parents of course, and I’ve taken all her classes here at Columbia. I am most intrigued by her intellect compared to her beauty, which is also something to be extremely in awe about. Professor McNeal was brains and beauty, rumor has it she’s married to a very rich man who retired and her son is the CEO of some company that’s also really famous.  “What’s wrong Professor McNeal?” I asked and took the seat in front of her after closing her office door. She said this was a private discussion and didn’t want any interruptions.  “Zina, have you thought about what to do after you graduate? You’re the only one who didn’t apply for the graduate program for an MFA (Masters of Fine Arts) in the whole capstone class” she said while looking at me and taking a sip of her coffee.  I shuffled in my seat, it’s not that I didn’t want to apply for the MFA program, after all Professor McNeal was the department chair and I wanted to continue my studies under her, but I also took out a huge loan to be able to pay for school these past four years and I need to begin working to pay it back or I’d be swimming in a school of debt.  “It’s not that I haven’t thought about it but...I have some financial burdens and decided it’s best to begin working right away after I graduate.” I told her while hanging my head low in embarrassment. My parents were not the richest but they were able to support my brother and I giving us a wonderful and happy childhood full of great memories. My parents were an honest middle class working family with a humble home, I didn’t want to burden my parents with my own education and burdens, I’m 22 I can handle it. Or so I hope.  “Have you looked into anything yet?” She sounded concerned and I shook my head to which she placed her hand on my shoulders making me look up.  “Zina, if you want, I can help you. I know someone looking for a secretary and I think you’ll be great for the job. Your boss won’t be the easiest to please but I think you’ll work well with him. If you can make me like you this much, I’m sure he will too.” She smiled and looked at me. Did Professor McNeal just try to help hook me up for a job? “Are you sure I’m fit? I’ve never really done secretarial stuff before,” I shifted in my seat. Yeah I was smart and graduating Summa c*m Laude with a 4.0 GPA but I don’t know if I can be a secretary.  “Well Zina you already manage everything for me here as my TA (teacher’s assistant) so I think you’ll do very well as his secretary. Trust me.” She said and I nodded taking up on her offer. She told me to send my resume to her and she’ll pass it along. When I got home I quickly worked on my resume naming everything I’ve done so far helping Professor McNeal while also working part-time at the local NPO (Non-profit Organization) that helps the local youth pursue further education.  Two weeks after my private meeting with Professor McNeal I received an email. Good Afternoon Ms. Moyes, We have received your resume and would like to invite you in for an in person interview with our CEO Mr. Elijah Christian on Thursday at 9am promptly. Please do not be late for the interview and bring extra copies of your resume.  Best, HR Hiring Team  “Okay Zina you got this!” I said while starting my research on this Mr. Elijah Christian. Turns out he runs one of the most successful corporations here in New York while also having firms in LA, Chicago, Atlanta and abroad in London, Japan and Hong Kong.  “Elijah Christian, 31, single, tall and handsome man with dark brown hair and hazel eyes.” I read on his Wikipedia page. Heck this man has his own page, just how crazy is that? I continued to read the page as it mentioned about his success at being one of the top businessmen in the world at the age of 25, apparently he was in TIMES 30 under 30 most successful men in the world for the past four years since he took over his father’s company. I continued to read more about him but what’s more interesting than his success and achievements is the list of women he’s rumored to have been with. The list was at least 3 pages long ranging from the top super models to singers and even regular people like me, well not me but a yoga instructor isn’t far off right? I wonder how Professor McNeal knows someone like Mr. Christian but I should email her before I go to the interview just to thank her for this.  Thursday quickly came around and I woke up at 7am to prepare for my interview. It’s always better early than late because first impressions matter. After a nice warm shower and blow drying my hair, I put on a pair of modest black ankle length slacks with a scoop neck baby pink blouse that showed off my cleavage when bending over but nothing too serious when I stood around. I put on a pair of nude pumps before heading to the kitchen for some breakfast. To start off my morning I made myself a nice cup of tea, I wasn’t a coffee girl at all the smell was just too much for me, and toasted some bread for my favorite avocado toast. Can’t go to war on an empty stomach right? As I finished the dishes and looked at my wristwatch, it was now 8am, time to head to M&C Holdings, the company Mr. Christian runs. It took about 40 minutes from where I lived to train to the office, I had to switch lines because I lived on the 2 and 3 line while the office was closest to the A, C, E trains.  As I stepped into the building to let the receptionist know that I’m here for an interview, she sent me straight to the 62nd floor. The elevators quickly opened, when I stepped out of the elevator I was greeted with another receptionist, this time someone much younger and dressed very differently than the previous one. The previous receptionist was extremely modest and wore a white button down with slacks and flats while this one wore a royal blue dress tightly hugging around her curves, she had smokey makeup on, her hair was curly and she smelled like an entire perfume bottle was spilled on top of her this morning.  “Hi, I’m Zina Moyes, I’m here for an interview.” I smiled while approaching her, she looked up from her phone and looked me up and down. She then rolled her eyes and pointed to the doors on the left. Wow, she was rude. I still thanked her politely and went to where she directed me. As I passed through the glass doors I immediately saw another door before an empty desk. The door had the title CEO ELIJAH CHRISTIAN printed on it. I swallowed my saliva and knocked on the door to be welcomed with a deep and husky voice telling me to come inside.  I opened the doors and saw Elijah Christian sitting behind his desk working on some paperwork. If I didn’t look at his picture these past few days I would have drooled on the spot but I stopped myself and smiled introducing myself. “Hello Mr. Christian, my name is Zina Moyes and I’m here to interview to be your secretary.” I said while reaching my hand out. He stood up, looked me up and down and took my hand, shaking it then signaling to take a seat across from his desk.  “So tell me about yourself and your experience.” He said in his deep and husky voice. It was probably the sexiest voice I’ve heard my entire life.  “Well to be honest I’ve never worked an office job before. I usually help out in my community NPO for disadvantaged youths for a chance at a better education by creating plans with the community and writing grants to the government for support. I am also, well, was also a TA at Columbia under Professor McNeal helping her with all the matters in the department from managing the work study students, to sending emails and making phone calls in regards to our department affairs and organizing documents in university. I also do a few side part-time jobs here and there but nothing too special” I replied, not taking my eyes off of his, I wasn’t trying to flirt at all since it was common sense to look at those who you are speaking with, I didn’t want to come off rude.  “Family?” He asked taking a sip of what I assume to be his coffee, “A mother, father and an older brother. He’s in the army though so currently he’s not home as he’s stationed in Hawaii” I replied, did they have to do family background checks too?  “Lover?” Huh? What?  “Eh… none…”I replied softly  Elijah’s POV I watched as she confusedly answered my question about having a lover. From the moment she walked in I can see why mom said she’d be a good fit as my secretary. She was pleasant to the eye, natural beauty with barely any trace of makeup, a beautiful smile, a luscious body though she was hiding underneath her clothes and a beautiful soft voice.  “Good” I told her and folded my hands above my chest.  “I only have one condition if you are to work for me Ms. Moyes” I said and she raised an eyebrow asking me in her cute voice “What is it?”  “You are not allowed to fall in love with me” I said while watching her face as she smiled and replied very quickly with a, “I definitely won’t.”  “Good, my last few secretaries thought they could be my lover and got way too clingy and I fired them. I’m tired of finding new replacements so this is my number one clause when hiring a secretary.” I told her to explain myself, but why did I brother? I never explain myself to anyone, not even mom.  “Yes Mr. Christian” she replied.  “Go out and I’ll have Stella the receptionist run through some things with you and you can officially start Monday. HR will contact you with a contract and salary later today.” She nodded and quickly picked herself up from her seat to leave. Before she left some papers of mine fell from my huge pile stacked on my desk and before I could go to pick it up Zina bent forward to grab them. As she did, she probably didn’t notice that I could see well into her blouse that’s now exposing her white bra for all the world to see, well for me. I coughed and quickly looked away thanking her. I could feel my face heating up, god what is wrong with me, I never get shy or embarrassed, I’ve slept with so many women that the list can go on for hours and here I am shy about seeing the bra of a kid my mom introduced to be my secretary.