I

The winds of Manhattan where blowing furiously throughout the streets. Coats were flapping; hair was getting flown in different directions making it difficult to see, and the few unfortunate people who were glancing at the morning newspaper would have it ripped from their hands.

Few were lucky to grab the many cabs that flooded the streets to their destination, but some dared to face the battle of the streets and the struggle to stay on their feet. One of the unlucky and daring few was Sydney Winters, a smart dedicated young woman whom had recently finished her Bachelor Degree now in search of a job. She had been applying for several positions yet had no luck.

Her final interview was set for eleven o'clock in the morning with Andrew Hamilton, the CEO and owner of Hamilton Incorporated. Sydney was no fool and had ensured she had done her homework on the company to ensure that she was fully equipped to answer any question the board would ask during the interview.

Hamilton Incorporated was different from most companies; instead of one main branch it had two. It mainly earned its fortunes from Hotels, Casinos, Resorts and Restaurants as well as Technology and Software. The company was currently fighting for a deal with the American Army for weaponry technology and software against their biggest competitors Knight Industries. Knight Industries was merely surviving by a thread in threat of bankruptcy and fighting to offer whatever they could to ensure survival.

Sydney was going over a few notes to remind herself as she walked with her nose down in her calendar diary pressing firmly against the pages to ensure they didn't blow away. Unaware of the situation around her, people were being blown off course by the harsh winds and sent crashing in her direction as her book slipped through her fingers, with paper flying in the winds.

"BOTHER!" She cried scrambling to her knees to snatch up the remaining stray sheets of paper from the ground to ensure they didn't get lost. Pushing up her black square framed glasses up from the tip of her nose she paused to see a shiny pair of black shoes standing in front of her as she slowly looked up holding her hair out of her face.

"Don't get blown away" His voice was thick and velvety as he held out one of her many sheets of paper. Shooting up straight to her feet she gladly took the paper from his hands with a weak smile as he kept on walking adjusting his tie as he past. Curious and slightly entranced she saw him enter into the back of a stretched limo before it drove off.

Refusing to waste time, Sydney grabbed her morning coffee from across the street before making her way to Hamilton Incorporated ten minutes early or in her book on time. Slowly glancing up at the tall glass building she drew in a deep breath for courage before making her way inside. Allowing the receptionist to guide her to the twenty-first floor she was shown to a lounge waiting area.

"Thank you" She politely smiled to the receptionist who nodded before answering a call on her headset and returned to the elevator to make her way back down to her station. Quickly peeling off her cream trench coat she placed it on the black leather seat beside her with her handbag resting by her feet. Smoothing over her black pencil skirt and ensuring her white blouse was in check Sydney began tapping her fingers nervously against her knees.

It was a habit she struggled to break as she scrambled in her purse for a small mirror to check her hair in a professional tight bun and adjusting her side fringe to the right, before clicking it shut and placing it back in her bag to the sound of male voices. Jumping to her feet, her bag in one hand with her coat resting over her forearm she patiently waited shifting on her heels. Glancing at her clock the second hand ticked closer towards eleven before the door opened precisely on the dot of her appointment.

"Gentleman. It's always a pleasure" A sarcastic tone echoed as a variety of men walked out of the conference room. Some were older than others with greying hair, evident of years working behind the company with much wisdom to pass on to the younger generation. Sydney guessed the youngest man to leave the room would be in his late fifties until she gulped slightly at the final man exiting from the room standing in the doorway.

"Andrew." One man shook his head before his head turned towards her. It was the man she had walked into earlier that day. He was still dressed in his neatly pressed suit probably costing thousands of dollars, he was tall, muscular which was evident by the way the suit hugged his muscles and handsome. He had toned skin and a matching chocolate eyes and Ivy League haircut that was beginning to grow longer.

Andrew quickly scanned over the young woman applying for the position of his PA. He stood tall at six foot three and he guessed she was roughly five foot nine without the heels. He took in her soft facial complexion and clean brown hair that was pulled aside to look professional. Her hazel eyes were hidden behind thick-framed glasses and his eyes trailed to her pink plump lips. Her figure drew his attention to her thin yet curvy body as he noticed her shift uncomfortably.

"Miss Winters, thank you for coming. This way please" He sternly spoke shaking her hand professionally as she did as was instructed and lead into the empty conference room. Motioning for the empty seat across from him he pulled out her file and briefly flicked through it to see that she was British and graduated from Harvard Business School with Honours.

Unbuttoning his suit he sat down and leant back in his seat and just observed her for a brief moment. She sat with perfect posture and waited for him to begin the interview as he childishly swung his chair back and forth slowly.

Sydney was aware that the tabloids wrote mixed messages about her potential new boss. One thing was clarified that he was a typical playboy that had a desire for redheads. He was often called a genius or a child depending on the story. His work was truly remarkable, however from research it seemed he didn't seem to take much care of his family's company and spent his money on cars, houses and vacation trips with his mistresses that lasted no longer than two weeks.

Sydney was wise to not believe everything that she heard in the media but wondered by the attitude shown and lack of interest to start her interview, whether the rumours of the genius in front of her actually being an arrogant child were true. Chewing on the inside of her lip she jumped slightly when he rose to his feet and adjusted his suit buttoning up his jacket once more.

"Monday, six o'clock don't be late. Oh and I have my coffee with milk and one sugar" He ordered making his way to the door as she stared dumbfounded after him with her jaw dropped.

"You mean I have the job?" Her accent thickened as he spun on his heels clicking his fingers in her direction.

"Yep" Was all he responded before leaving the conference room.