Chapter two.

"Uh. I'm Isabelle. Isabelle Greene. I'm here for, uh, an interview," I stuttered.

"Oh," She said, eyeing my outfit again. "I thought you were the janitor's daughter." She arched her brow.

What the...? 

"Oh, I'm not." I gnashed my teeth so hard, cheeks began to hurt and gave her a forced smile, knowing well to not get on the bad side of the people that work here. She slightly raised her brows and cowered down.

Good job girl. My subconscious fist-bumped me again, grinning like an idiot.

Mrs-Too-Much-Red raised wrist to her face and let out a frustrated sigh. Ahe rolled her roll and muttered something under her breath, that I couldn't catch seeing as we were a few feet apart, and she said out loud, "The interview said 8 AM and it is clearly still 7."

"I'm not blind or dense," I started and she mumbled something in disagreement. Okay, if this redhead was trying to tick me off, she was doing a great job, because that instant, I was ready to yank someone's head off of their shoulders. I clenched my fists and gritted my teeth. I took a deep breath and shut my eyes momentarily. Control, I told myself.

I opened my eyes and found Mrs. Red staring at me, amusement twinkling in her hazel eyes. At that point, I knew we both were never going to get along. When I toned down on my anger, I started, "Infact, I'm well aware-" I cut myself off because she tore her gaze from me and fixed her eyes to the glass door.

"Shit! He's here. Look blondie, go over to the couch over there-" she pointed to the couch that sat somewhere across the room "-and sit. Do not make a sound. He hates noise," She said. Her voice was shaky.

Before I could object to that or ask who this 'he' was, the glass door opened, and without even turning my head there, I could feel the power radiating from there. The hairs on my neck stood straight and I felt intimidated. My heart picked pace. I could hear blood thumping loudly in my ears. Mrs. Red stilled and she stood frozen, eyes on the door.

She could feel it too.

I turned my head and a gasp almost escaped my lips when my eyes met a handsome male creature. He wore a black Armani suit, white shirt, and red tie. His broad shoulders were straining in the Armani fabric. His face was sculptured. His jaw was sharp and very fresh, my fingers itched to rub them. His lips were... beautiful. Perfectly sculptured, thin, and pink. His nose was straight. His eyes were... gorgeous. Gray eyes stared at me, fringed with thick and dark lashes. His hair was golden brown and it was gelled to the back.

At that point, I stood dumbstruckk, literally drooling at the sight of the male Adonis.

He walked towards me, one hand in his pocket and the other swaying carelessly beside him. A man I didn't notice before, appeared by his side. Mr. Handsome looked over to Mrs. Red. He looked mad (not the regular mad, the furious mad), his upper lip curled over his sparkling white teeth in a sneer. On one fluid move, he snapped his finger and walked away, without acting like I wasn't there. He didn't spare me a glance at all and I felt invisible.

I heard a small gasp behind me and even without looking, I felt Mrs. Red's eyes widen. The beautiful male creature walked to the elevator that was at the other side of the lobby, which was three times bigger than my room at Kate's.

The other man that stood beside the male Adonis, waited behind and said, "Ms. Evans, you've just been fired."

My eyebrows practically flew off by face. Maybe I just don't have to put up with Mrs. Red

*

I stood there, still dumbfounded at what had just happened. After entering the elevator, though I really had no idea where I was going, I walked down the hall of buzzing employees. They didn't seem to notice a stranger wandering practically among them. I myself began to feel invisible Most of them had stern expressions on their faces and I did want another 'Mrs. Red' scene, so I didn't approach them. The least I wanted was scornful remarks and unnecessary glares.

I noticed a brunette that didn't have a stern expression by her desk and walked to her.

"Hi, do you um, know where the interviews are being held," I asked her.

"Oh hello, you're here for an interview right?" She looked up from her computer and smiled at me. Her smile wasn't like Mrs. Red's that was taunting and forced, it was warm and friendly.

"Uh, yeah." I cleared my throat. "I mean, yes. Yes, I am."

She chuckled. "It's all right. We all get nervous for interviews. Just go to the elevator and press the eighteenth-floor button." She gestured her hand towards the two elevators by the side of the hall.

I mumbled a quick thanks and walked towards the elevators.

I wonder why there are two elevators.

Doing a quick eenie-minnie-mannie-moe, I chose the right-hand side elevator. Pressing the open button, I stepped inside. Inside the elevator, there was only one button and it had letters IT on it, so I guessed that the letters were short for INTERVIEW so, I pressed the button and the elevator ascended.

The doors opened to an office. It was two times the size of the reception. The office was plush. The walls were cream. The office was just like a sitting room except that it was missing a TV. The couches in the office were shining white. My hands itched to touch them. There was a desk, it was shining brown and behind it was the male Adonis that I met earlier.

I stopped breathing as his eyes were boring into mine. His gray eyes studied me as if it saw all my secrets. I shuddered and walked towards him.

Is he the one taking the interview?

My knees almost bucked underneath me as I took each step forward. Even a few feet far from him, I could smell his cologne. I clutched on my small bag, holding it like my life depended on it.

"What do you want?" he questioned with so much power, in a thick and deep voice. I wanted to cower and run away. I shuddered again and my subconsciou screamed at me, Run you fool, but my legs kept walking.

Stupid legs.

"I- I'm Isabelle Gr-Greene," I stammered and gulped in. "I'm here for an interview."

"Who let you in?" He asked, power oozing off him.

"Hmm, who let you in?" I blurted out and placed my hand over my mouth.

Stupid mouth.

He raised his brows, clearly surprised at my outburst. He picked the telephone beside him and dialed a number. "Who was on duty at seven thirty-eight...? Tell Derrick he's fired."

I gasped and he looked over to me in a swift glance and curled his upper lip in a sneer.

"I'm just going to, you know, go for the interview," I said, walking back to the elevator.

"Miss Greene," He said and I turned around. "Pass me your resume."

"I just knew he was the one interviewing me," I mumbled mumbled myself and fist-bumped my subconscious. She was busy doing her happy dances.

I walked back to him and took a seat in front of him and searched my bag. 

Hmm, makeup, tissue paper, pen, notepad, hand sanitizer, cellphone, and... my resume. I sighed as I brought it out and handed it over to him.

He collected and looked through it. "Hmm, schooled in Swilver High, NYU. Good grades. Graduated last month. Hmm," He mumbled to himself, flipping through the pages of the resume. "If I saw this earlier on, I would have definitely not hired you-" he said and m lips pulled to a frown. "-this company is about technology. You majored in business and last time I checked, it does not match. You don't have the right qualifications, not of the post you came to be interviewed for. But I know the post that would suit you. My secretary." 

"What?" I knitted my eyebrows together. I had to process all that he said in my head before I gave him an answer. "But the post applied for was-" 

"Secretary or not-" he cut me off.

"Take it or get out of my office," he said to me again, after a moment of silence passed.

"Yes," I said and he arched an eyebrow. "I mean, yes sir." I made sure to lay enough emphasis on 'sir' "I would be your secretary."