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Josie POV

The butterflies dancing in my stomach were making me jitter.

I was meeting with the CEO, which was only making me more nervous. Matthias Lekas had a very colorful reputation.

I knew of him vaguely but had never been all that interested in getting to know more about him.

I was convinced he was like the rest of the men who were wealthy and held positions of power.

That was not the kind of man that interested me.

Matthias was the consummate playboy. I had seen picture after picture of him on that stupid yacht of his. Most of the photos I'd seen were on the phones of fellow models who wanted to show off who they were dating.

He never "dated" anyone. He had a good time with beautiful women and kept moving. I dismissed Matthias and his wild social life. None of that mattered.

"Stop freaking yourself out," I whispered as I stepped into the elevator.

DING

"Hi, I'm Josephine Daniels. I have an appointment at two." I did my best to be friendly.

"I've been trying to reschedule all his appointments and missed yours. It has been a crazy morning. I am so sorry!" The receptionist said to me.

"Oh," I mumbled for lack of anything better to say.

She looked horrified. "Can you come back tomorrow at the same time?" she asked, her voice hesitant.

I sighed and nodded my head. "Sure, is everything okay?" I asked, genuinely concerned for him.

She smiled. "He's fine. Just one of those meetings that tend to pop up at least once a week. I'm truly sorry. I'm usually more on top of things. I don't know how I missed it."

"It's no problem," I assured her. "Don't worry about it."

"Thank you for being so understanding," she replied with a smile.

"It's really no problem. Do you know why he wants to meet with me?" I hoped she could give me a hint now that I felt we had established somewhat of a relationship.

I don't know how or what, but, I've got an email from him, the one and only Matthias Lekas saying he wants a private interview. Which was odd to say because he only knows my name from that party that Maya dragged me into.

I would've assumed he hired some private investigator to stalk me and figure out all the details that I hid from the world.

She shook her head. "I really have no idea. He doesn't usually meet with the beautiful ones like you. Not to say that's bad or good."

I laughed nervously. "Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow and find out then."

"I'm really sorry," she said. "I hope I didn't completely throw off your schedule. I'm sure you're very busy."

"It's fine. I'll see you tomorrow, same time." I smiled and waved before I walked away.

I was feeling defeated and a lot stressed as I left the building. I was going to go crazy waiting another twenty-four hours to find out why the CEO of the company wanted to meet me.

I found myself wandering into a coffee shop, grabbing a healthy dose of caffeine before heading back to the city street to do some window shopping.

Maya called a short time later.

"Well, are you fired? Promoted? What happened?" She said, babbling through the phone.

I sighed. "Nothing happened. Absolutely nothing."

"What do you mean? Did they just want to say hi or what?"

"He wasn't there. I guess he got called away at the last minute. I go back tomorrow

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She groaned. "The suspense is killing me."

"You and me both. I wish he or they or whoever thinks this meeting is so important would at least give me a heads up about what it has to do with."

"I'm sorry," she said. "It does seem unprofessional."

"It sucks," I pouted.

"So, what are you doing with your day off?"

I laughed. "Window shopping."

''Oh really? How cute,'' she laughed.

''Haha, I know you're making fun of me Maya.''

''Maybe I am. Maybe, I'm not,'' she giggled.I have to get back to work, but I wanted to check on you. Don't dwell on it too much. Treat yourself to a day of rest and relaxation. You deserve it."

''Thanks,'' I hanged up the phone and walked outside, making my way to the car. We hung up, and I made my way back to my apartment.

An hour later, I was changed into some of my yoga outfits and got myself comfortable to binge some Netflix shows.

Taking my phone, I scroll through Instagram and looked through my notifications to see what I've missed out.

My heart dropped seeing Matthias liked some of my photos and followed me back.

I clicked on the profile to see if I was being pranked or possibly thinking it was one of those fan accounts that happened to follow me.

But it was the real deal, Matthias Lekas is actually following me on the gram.

I couldn't find my voice. I felt my cheeks flushed hot, and my stomach was heavy. My heart pounded in my throat, threatening to break out.

"Oh my fucking gosh,'' I whispered.