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Hit me.

In front of me sat the same idiot Adonis as the one who almost ran me over! Aka; The manager I insulted in front of the entire crowd.

Bring a shovel and hit me!

I didn't dare to move, instead I looked at him in shock, my feet fused to the ground. His slightly dimpled brow softened and his body sank lower in his black office chair. "So you're Miss McCarter.", his deep voice spoke first breaking our awkward reacquaintance. With a small nod, I avoided his piercing gaze that burned deep into my eyes. "G-good morning.", I quietly breathed into the room with the hope that I'd been loud enough for him to hear me. "Ehm. About this morning, I'm incredibly sorry! I had no idea you were the boss of Young Corporation! I mean even if you weren't I shouldn't have yelled at you. I'm... I'm sorry...", I finished my apology with a nervous sigh.

He just gave me a half dishonest nod at my justification and grabbed my application off the table. "You had a master's degree in MBA?", he ignored my statement and read through my resume. "Yes.", I replied quickly, knowing he didn't want to talk about the incident.

"And even though you stopped going to school regularly just before graduating from college, you successfully completed your master's.", he continued. "Was there a specific reason?" He lifted his gaze and looked at me, waiting.

I knew that this question was gonna come up and from experience I also knew that my already so often used answer 'private matter' would reduce my chance at that point. "I was going through a phase. As teenagers are. A time when you thought parties and friends were more important than sitting in a room and studying.", I lied to him, praying to God that it wasn't an even worse excuse. Nervously, I waited for his answer while his piercing gaze still lingered on me. "As teenagers are.", he muttered under his breath, scanning my face.

His burning gaze already made me nervous, but the fact that he always had to drag out his answers made my inner self scream. He calmly turned his attention back to the document. "Your father used to own a restaurant but later devoted himself to driving a cab."

"He wanted to retire.", I quickly interjected. I felt the familiar tug in my chest at his mention. "Your mother is a team leader in a restaurant.", he continued to read my resume aloud to himself. "Restaurant in a university, yes.", I squeezed back in. He lifted his gaze and looked at me for a while. I took that as a 'shut the fuck up' and I did.

"No siblings-" This sentence made my heart ache. The more they knew about my life, the less my chances were.

'An applicant who had to take care of her baby brother at 19, parents died in an accident along with her four siblings, she was involved in the accident and had to fend for herself .', sounded far from perfect.

Even more, I didn't want people to know that much about my personal life as long as it didn't affect my working

"-...and 7 language skills. English, Russian, Macedonian, German, Turkish, French and a little Italian.", he enumerated all the languages. "Admirable amount of free-speaking languages. And so many different ones without any courses. How come?", he spoke with slight interest.

"I worked a little in different language restaurants besides school. The employees often spoke to each other and also to the customers in the foreign language. That was a good place to pick up a thing or two.", I told him proudly about myself.

That was one of the few advantages I had in my youth. I got to know not only different languages but also the diversity of different cultures and people. Even though it were hard years, days and nights, there were always those people around me who made this hard time more bearable."Remarkable.", he said, nodding and staring at the sheet of paper. His serious expression radiated professionalism and a certain charm. Perfect, thick eyebrows pulled down into a pucker now and then, light brown eyes gazing thoughtfully at the letters, index finger tapping the mahogany table in time. He was an attractive young man, but the aura he radiated with it and his taciturn, turgid way of speaking left a tremendous tension in the room.

"Why did you choose us?", he dropped straight to the point. "Your company offers great challenges and self-success. Knowledge about the design world is also given along the way and the opportunities to develop are great. I find it fascinating how you can design great things from a piece of material and give free rein to your imagination in this industry.", I explained to him my interest in Young Corporation while I continued to stand rooted to the spot in front of the closed door. "Unfortunately, there are no self-cleaning clothes.", he hinted at my appearance while briefly typing something on his laptop. My right eye twitched slightly at his statement.

Arrogant bastard. Who do you think is to blame for that?

I insulted him in my mind.

He slowly got up from his black armchair and calmly walked towards me with heavy steps. As he did so, he scrutinized my face with deliberation, his piercing gaze boring into mine. He radiated dominance, leaving a cold expression on his face. As he approached me and his lazy eyes traced my features I felt a tingle. Not just in my stomach... underneath it, too.

I was disgusted with myself for this feeling. After all, I didn't know him at all.

When he stopped half a step in front of me, his deep, raspy voice spoke, sending a shiver down my back, arms and legs.

"All right. Let's try it.", he spoke more to himself than to me and looked deep into my soul. My heartbeat aside, I frowned slightly. And then I heard his calm voice again, "You can start tomorrow.", he finished his sentence without allowing any rejoinders. With those words, he turned his back on me and strutted back to his seat.

I blinked twice and stood there petrified.

What?

He put my application letter on the side and continued his previous work.

What now?  That was it?

"Um... Is that all? You don't need any more questions or consideration time?", I asked, puzzled and incredulous. I had never witnessed anything like this before. I'm not saying my educations weren't good, but they were nowhere near as good to hire me right after 5 minutes.

"No, I don't need any consideration time. I've seen your potential on paper and in person. That's enough. But I am not hiring you for the HR position you probably applied for, I have something better in mind.", he spoke to me without lifting his gaze. When he casually alluded to what had happened earlier on the street, I felt hot with embarrassment and nervousness.

"W-what job are you offering me then?", I hesitated at my question.

"As my assistant."

My breath caught.