That was the only possible explanation as to why I couldn’t stop thinking about him. There was sothing about him that I was latching onto, that I was responding to, and that just had to be it. If that wasn’t the case, if Joshua was as good as he seed to be, then I had no idea what was going on in . I would have no explanation about why he pushed all my buttons.
It all had to co to a head at so point. It had to. And it would during our interview.
This weird tension between us had dragged on long enough. I couldn’t take it anymore. He annoyed so much, but I wanted him. I wanted him bad. I couldn’t think straight around him anymore. No man had ever made act this way. It wasn’t love, or anything like that. No, it was just... when I was around him, seeing his smile, slling his natural scent... he made my body tingle. I had never wanted to open my legs for any guy more than I did for him.
He was so wrong for . He was the good guy, Mr. Perfect, the apple of his mother’s eye, who spent his free ti helping others. I was the office rebel, a girl others looked down upon, who spends most of her free ti with different partners.
I was convinced that, deep down, he liked . In my interactions with him, he never looked down on for my behavior. He always treated fairly when others didn’t. He didn’t judge for my choices. He gave that sa charming smile he gave everyone else. It seems as if perfect Joshua had a soft spot in his heart for the office rebel. I planned to exploit that bit of kindness. Tear him apart, draw out the beast in him, and bring it to the surface. I would make him want . I would demand it, and like the good guy he may be, he would comply. I would convince him logically that he had no choice but to take , to get in deep with the office rebel. And once he did, this company would be in the palm of my hand, as would his mind.
I was going to use his words against him. I would use his guide as a weapon, a step-by-step guide on how I would convince him. I had it all planned out and ready to go.
I would make him mine. I would shatter the glass ceiling and convince the office good guy to hire the office rebel. I had to prove to everyone how right I was about perfect Joshua. I wanted to ruin him. I wanted to destroy his seemingly perfect image. I wanted to deface the piece of art that was his chard life. The thought of doing that, of exposing the truth behind his act... it was intoxicating. I would corrupt the office saint and bring him down. I will make his dad hate him.
The thought of all the bosses seeing this anointed symbol of all that is good and true fall victim to the office rebel made feel exhilarated.
Joshua would be mine.
The morning of the interview, I looked into the mirror.
My makeup... perfect. My lips, plump and juicy. Lipstick, subtle but sexy. Eyebrows plucked. Manicure and pedicure fresh. My tan... immaculate. My skirt... slim and tight. My high heels... sexy. My bra, extra enticing. Cleavage, exposed. My underwear tiny. My body prepared and ready. My mind, sharp and focused.
My resu was packed in my bag, alongside the USB containing my presentation. That presentation, my guide to getting Joshua, was the key to everything. All my hard work was in that presentation. I was going all in. In twelve hours, I would either be promoted or out of a job. There was no in-between. But in my head, there wasn’t any doubt. I was confident my plan would work. Joshua would be mine. That promotion would be mine. And he didn’t even see coming.
I looked at my reflection and blew myself a little kiss.
"Let’s get to work."
Joshua’s POV
The last interviews of the day always ended up being the morable ones, without fail. They were never quick and easy. Sothing always seed to co up.
And knowing who I was interviewing, I expected that pattern to continue. My executive assistant, Maya, had taken a job at a different company. I had worked with her for so months, and she had grown under my tutelage, learning from and my style of work. I prided myself on my integrity and honesty, while still being able to be firm and tough when necessary, on doing business the right way.
She was my partner; she opened up to whenever I was in need of it. She was my office ally, though she knows what she was doing in the office. She’s smart, hardworking, and intelligent. She can speak. She had saved a lot of tis. She used to represent in most etings as my assistant. My good works that made my dad and other executives love were because of her. She’s my savior, my partner.
She left, taking her talents to another company. I wasn’t angry. I was sad. I was very sad to know that she was out there, doing business the way I liked to see it done. Her new job was very lucrative, which made the empty position she left behind very much in demand. Most saw it as a ticket to higher things, the chance to learn so good skills and improve their professional standing.
Many of the applicants were from within the company, so rising young talent who had co highly recomnded. We had so applicants from outside the company, but a thorough knowledge of the work we did was going to be required for the job, so more than likely, I would be hiring soone from within.
The job was to basically work alongside , to shadow and help out. I wasn’t looking for a secretary. I was looking for sothing more than that. I needed soone in the boardroom with , in the thick of it, learning, helping out, and contributing. I needed soone ready and willing to actively help out and go beyond the call of duty. I didn’t need soone good. I needed soone outstanding.
I’m not saying this because I am tough or wanted soone that I could run ragged. Far from it. I needed help! I considered myself a good boss, open to criticism and negotiation. I didn’t want to be one of those guys who goes on a power trip once I get the smallest bit of authority and success. I had seen other people do that, and I couldn’t stand it. I couldn’t stand seeing other people used in that way. When I worked that closely with soone, I didn’t see any reason to make that relationship difficult.
Not only was I looking for soone who could do the work, because honestly, there was a lot of work, but I was looking for soone I could imagine myself bonding with. Soone who I could see as a friend. Maya and I were friends. When she told about her new job, she did so with tears in her eyes. It was I who smiled and told her it was alright. That I was proud of her. Part of was a bit worried about the uncertainty of having to find soone to fill such a huge role in my professional life. But another part of was excited for this new adventure.
I had a lot of work on my plate. I traveled the state and negotiated with so of the shrewdest businesspeople in the state. It was tough, it was demanding, but I loved it. I loved the thrill of the negotiation. The feeling of a job well done. The validation of my dad patting on the back, knowing I got the job done. But, to be the best I could be, I needed soone there with . I needed soone to have my back. I needed soone I could count on.
I had already interviewed quite a few candidates, all of them extrely well-qualified. I tried to prevent things from feeling too formal since a lot of this job would depend on personal interaction. The candidates were clearly nervous, and I did my best to ease the tension and get them to just breathe. I wanted them to give their best and not leave with any regrets. For the most part, the interviews went well, and it was going to be a tough choice. I was almost done interviewing, so that big choice would co soon.
But first, I had to interview Tori K.
The fact that she applied for this job was a bit of a surprise for a number of reasons. Looking at her resu... quite frankly, her qualifications didn’t really compare to so of the others. Her references weren’t nearly as impressive. And honestly, I didn’t really even think she liked that much. Her attitude toward was icy at best. And most importantly, and most pressingly... she had a bit of a reputation that followed her.
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