He stood in front of me, myself slowly getting up and his smiled dropped.

Lucy looked at us both in confusion, about why we were just standing there with no expression.

"Everything allright?" I nodded, making my way out from behind my desk.

"Yep." I pressed my lips together and smiled. "See you later Lucy." Lucy smiled back and swiftly left the room. I then faced him.

"Hello." He said and held out his hand. I shook it, again.

"Morning. Right well..." Nodding my head, I walked over to the desk. "Shall we get started?" Benedict moved himself towards me, closing one eye.

"Didn't we...?" I widened my eyes. "We've met? About ten minutes ago?" I shook my head, trying to deny our meeting, but I knew that it wouldn't work.

"N-no. We didn't." He widens his eyes, I sense sarcasm.

"The... stutter tells me otherw-"

"Listen..." I clear my throat and stare down at the paper, catching his surname. "Mr, Cumberbatch. You are here to secure a job." I fold my arms. "I suggest we... get on with our interview." Benedict now clears his throat and straightens himself.

"O-okay." I sit down and cross my right leg over my left, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear.

Benedict stands behind the chair and I frown.

"You can sit." I say, sharply inhaling.

He stares at me for a moment, then placed himself in the chair and tenses his cheekbones. I lift an eyebrow.

He has never done this before.

In a way, I felt sorry for him.

"Right..." I open the folder in front of me and scan his CV.

I admired what he had said about himself and what particular work he had placed himself into. His previous experiences, he was honest if he got fired or if people were uneasy with his presence.

Biting my lip, I looked up at him.

"So... previously, you worked at Gallery Boxes and you had done drama for a while at a boarding school, correct?" He took a deep breath.

"Yes, that is correct." I press my fingers together.

"Why didn't you become an actor?" Benedict chuckled and I raised my eyebrow, his laugh dying out.

"Well-"

"You could have had a better job, with better money and lifestyle."

"I don't think I like the thought of being chased around by fans, do you?" I snorted, a crease making its way in between Benedict's eyebrows.

"Well, yes. Of course." I leaned back into my chair. "Would have you preferred the role of an actor then? If fans were not in the mix?" There is a slight delay in his answer.

"Possibly."

"Hmm..." I drop my eyes back onto his CV and look at some other details. "Right, a test. Scenario." He shifts in his chair, sitting up straight. He means business. "If I was out, say I had a... personal problem and I had told, yourself, about it. Then after myself leaving, a client calls, demanding to speak with me. What do you do?" He looks up, formulating an answer.

"I would... tell the client you are away on a trip - I wouldn't mention what. It's personal, obviously. Then I would ring you or wait for your presence, informing you that a client requested your... expertise." I smirk, straightening my back.

"Hmm... good answer." Benedict smiles slightly.

"Thank you." He has manners. That's good in an assistant.

Then I ask another question.

One which would mean if I thought he was good enough for the job or not. 'The Apprentice' question:

"Why should I hire you? What makes you stand above all others who will want this position?" Time for the bragging.

"I believe that I am the best man for this job. In a way, yeh, I've sacrificed an acting job for this. Even though it is a bit less interesting and less pay, I would prefer this simple job. And, it is lead by a very able business woman, in which I would have the pleasure of working with." Slowly nodding my head, I breath out heavily.

"Well answered. Even though the compliment didn't help." We both simper. "Do you... have any questions for me? Or about the job?"

"Yes." He leans forwards in the chair. "How does a single mother get a position like this?" I scoff.

"Excuse me?"

"Your little girl this morning and you have no wedding ring..." I lift both of my eyebrows. "I've always thought of myself as Sherlock Holmes, but..." He shrugs.

"Right... well..." I get up slowly, Benedict also lifting himself up too. I hold out my hand. "I'll be in touch." Benedict happily shakes it.

"Thank you. Ms Harper." After a firm handshake, I allow him to leave.

Making my way to my chair, I sink into it.

After a few moments, someone knocks on my door and I groan.

"Only me." Lucy smiles, walking in and placing herself onto the chair. "Was he good?"

"Well, I seem to think so. His qualifications are good and I admire his... ways."

"Would you hire him?"

"I don't know. I feel like..." Lucy frowns.

"Feel like what?"

"Like... I've known him for years and... we've just been thrown back into each other's lives, you know?"

"Hmm... if you knew him, it'll sink in. But, your coffee won't. It's gone cold." I giggle.

"It's Mr Cumberbatch's fault, he made me keep on talking." Lucy gasps.

"Never let a man keep you from your coffee." I smile.

"Oh I won't." I bit my lip and Lucy returns the smile.

It's decision time...