really want this one.”
“Yay!!!” Kimmie squeals and hugs me. “I am going to text that bitch, personal assistant of his right now.”
“Are you sure you have to do that? Can’t I just come in and be seen by a few people and go?”
“No silly, Nick would kill anyone that lets you in that building without him knowing.”
I officially feel like a rat that knows their time is numbered if they go for the cheese, but just can’t say no. I give up, the man is invading my life, my dreams, my relationships. Maybe it is time I see him and tell him I am never going to take that job.
* * *
N o surprise my interview was cancelled after I waited a half hour to be seen. This day sucked before it started. I texted Kimmie to let her know I will be over to her office sooner than planned as I walk the three blocks. My feet are killing me by the time I step off the elevator onto the twenty-seventh.
There is a pretty little brunette in a red dress behind the reception desk. She greets me with a huge smile as I approach the desk. This place is great; I love the energy you feel from the time you step on the floor. Once again I curse Nicholas Lincoln for stealing my dream job from me.
“Hello, how can I help you,” the receptionist bubbles.
“Hi, I am Sophi Emilsson here to see Mark Fienberg and Kimberly Ann Clove.”
“Oh yes, Sephora right?” The receptionist says enthusiastically as her smile broadens.
“Yes,” I reply uneasily.
“They are already in a meeting room upstairs waiting for you.”
I bite back a string of curse words. This is a trap and I knew it. I have to get out of here and fast. There is no way I am going into any meeting room, and if he is there. I am so out of here.
“You must be mistaken,” I rush, “I am just here to say hello.”
“Nope, I had orders to escort you upstairs myself,” she beams as she bounces from her seat to let a petite, brown skin girl, only a few shades lighter than me, take her place. “This way, please.”
I consider bolting for the closest exit, but I think about Nick’s threat to his staff this morning. I don’t want Kimmie, Mark, or this innocent receptionist to lose their jobs. I press my lips and follow her back into the elevator. I try to think of anything to get out of this as I watch the floors go by. Nothing, I have nothing when the doors open and the receptionist holds her hand out for me to exit.
I almost fall back into the elevator when I see the redhead from my graduation party standing in front of the receptionist desk on this floor. She is gorgeous, no wonder Nick left with her and forgot all about me. I could never compete with this woman. She has to be six feet tall with legs that stretch on forever. Her white pants suit clings to her model perfect figure without one wrinkle in sight, making me smooth my sweaty hands over my skirt front.
Her lips are painted a striking shade of red causing her hair to look like a phoenix’s mane. Her milky skin is almost porcelain like. She has sexy and woman written all over her, and here I am a computer geek with a new makeover. I want to turn and bury my face in my hands.
I stand rooted in place with unshed tears stinging the backs of my eyes. He has touched her in ways he will never touch me and here she stands like a trophy reminder.
“Thank you, Amanda. I will take things from here,” the redhead says coolly.
“You’re welcome, Miss. Carver,” Amanda replies and rushes back toward the elevator we just stepped off of.
“It is so nice to meet you face to face Miss. Emilsson. I have heard so much about you. I was sorry I didn’t get to introduce myself at your party. I am Jillian, Mr. Lincoln’s personal assistant.”
I can tell she is fighting to sound warm and inviting, probably fearing for her job like all the others. I watch as she makes short work of sizing me up. “Nice to meet you,” I reply, “but I can just wait for Kim and Mark at their cubical if that is alright.”
Jillian flaps
“Yay!!!” Kimmie squeals and hugs me. “I am going to text that bitch, personal assistant of his right now.”
“Are you sure you have to do that? Can’t I just come in and be seen by a few people and go?”
“No silly, Nick would kill anyone that lets you in that building without him knowing.”
I officially feel like a rat that knows their time is numbered if they go for the cheese, but just can’t say no. I give up, the man is invading my life, my dreams, my relationships. Maybe it is time I see him and tell him I am never going to take that job.
* * *
N o surprise my interview was cancelled after I waited a half hour to be seen. This day sucked before it started. I texted Kimmie to let her know I will be over to her office sooner than planned as I walk the three blocks. My feet are killing me by the time I step off the elevator onto the twenty-seventh.
There is a pretty little brunette in a red dress behind the reception desk. She greets me with a huge smile as I approach the desk. This place is great; I love the energy you feel from the time you step on the floor. Once again I curse Nicholas Lincoln for stealing my dream job from me.
“Hello, how can I help you,” the receptionist bubbles.
“Hi, I am Sophi Emilsson here to see Mark Fienberg and Kimberly Ann Clove.”
“Oh yes, Sephora right?” The receptionist says enthusiastically as her smile broadens.
“Yes,” I reply uneasily.
“They are already in a meeting room upstairs waiting for you.”
I bite back a string of curse words. This is a trap and I knew it. I have to get out of here and fast. There is no way I am going into any meeting room, and if he is there. I am so out of here.
“You must be mistaken,” I rush, “I am just here to say hello.”
“Nope, I had orders to escort you upstairs myself,” she beams as she bounces from her seat to let a petite, brown skin girl, only a few shades lighter than me, take her place. “This way, please.”
I consider bolting for the closest exit, but I think about Nick’s threat to his staff this morning. I don’t want Kimmie, Mark, or this innocent receptionist to lose their jobs. I press my lips and follow her back into the elevator. I try to think of anything to get out of this as I watch the floors go by. Nothing, I have nothing when the doors open and the receptionist holds her hand out for me to exit.
I almost fall back into the elevator when I see the redhead from my graduation party standing in front of the receptionist desk on this floor. She is gorgeous, no wonder Nick left with her and forgot all about me. I could never compete with this woman. She has to be six feet tall with legs that stretch on forever. Her white pants suit clings to her model perfect figure without one wrinkle in sight, making me smooth my sweaty hands over my skirt front.
Her lips are painted a striking shade of red causing her hair to look like a phoenix’s mane. Her milky skin is almost porcelain like. She has sexy and woman written all over her, and here I am a computer geek with a new makeover. I want to turn and bury my face in my hands.
I stand rooted in place with unshed tears stinging the backs of my eyes. He has touched her in ways he will never touch me and here she stands like a trophy reminder.
“Thank you, Amanda. I will take things from here,” the redhead says coolly.
“You’re welcome, Miss. Carver,” Amanda replies and rushes back toward the elevator we just stepped off of.
“It is so nice to meet you face to face Miss. Emilsson. I have heard so much about you. I was sorry I didn’t get to introduce myself at your party. I am Jillian, Mr. Lincoln’s personal assistant.”
I can tell she is fighting to sound warm and inviting, probably fearing for her job like all the others. I watch as she makes short work of sizing me up. “Nice to meet you,” I reply, “but I can just wait for Kim and Mark at their cubical if that is alright.”
Jillian flaps
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