Jesa Pov

All I could do is raise my eyebrow.

Didn't he tell me that my job, as well as myself were pathetic?

I just stared at him. Not in awe but in total disgust. His smile stayed on his face as I glared intensely at him.

"Ms. Quinceton, you and Mr. Jackson may start your interview." She smiled.

Something I've never seen before.

"Mama, you know,I could do the interview if you want!" Hailey intervened.

"Yeah Hailey." I pointed to Jackson. "I you want to do the interview, go ahead, I'll get you the list of questions."

"I didn't come here to be interviewed by Hailey." Jackson hissed. "I came for you!" He pointed to me.

Hailey groaned loudly as she took a seat next to her prissy mother

"Well, Go on." She shooed. I motioned Jackson to follow me out the room before Mrs. Launders stopped me.

"Treat him like the royalty he is, Jesalyn."

My face stayed in the same position it was before she told me to add more air to that big head of his. "Yes, ma'am."

Once I leave the room, I see Jackson admiring the artwork displayed in the hall. I cleared my throat as he nervously looked back at me.

"Right this way, Mr. Jackson."

He followed me on my left side as I saw him fix his fedora.

My door is already opened so we both just walk in. I walk towards my desk and motioned him to sit down.

"Hello Mr. Jackson, I am Ms. Quinceton and I will be doing your interview today." I say lowly.

"I brought you these." He blurted. He reveals a beautiful bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolate.

My face is probably full of total confusion. "Do you like them?"

"What's the occasion?" He sighs as he begins to speak.

"Jesalyn." I smile inside due to the fact he remembered my name. "I am so sorry for the way I have disrespected you that day in my office." I notice how soft his voice was.

"I shouldn't have labeled you a liar before I even got the chance to meet you, and I was wrong for that."

I raise my hand up, signaling him to stop. "Mr. Jacks-"

"Please, call me Michael."

I nod. "I rather call you Jackson."

He smiles lightly.

"Your apology was not needed, I got over that a long time ago." I say shrugging nonchalantly.

I look at the expression on his face and see one emotion.

Hurt.

He looks down. "So your over it?"

"Yeah." I reach over for my notepad and retrieve a pen.

"It was a comment from a person who didn't know me in the first place."

I looked up to see him glaring at me. I shot the look back at him as I folded my arms and waited for him to make a move. "Is there a problem, Jackson?" I taunted.

He mumbled. "Whatever, you don't know me either."

"I don't wanna know you either." I shrugged. "I told you I don't want to interview a conceited, arrogant, jackass as yourself."

"What happened to treating me like the royalty I am?" He teased.

I tilt my head with a sly smile. "So your ego is even bigger now, huh?"

He smiled a wide smile and nodded.

I can honestly say that his smile is one of the most beautiful things in the world. More people would know that if he smiled in the first place.

"Shall we get the interview started?" He straightened out his suit,then sat down.

~

Jesa Pov

"Well, this is our last question."

"Do you like the title "The King of Pop?"

He shook his head no.

"Why is that?" I pressed. "I mean you can practically get everything you want, you desir-"

He chuckled as he cut me off. "I don't, necessarily, get everything I want, Jesalyn."

I laughed loudly which caught him by surprise. "Tell me one thing you want that you can't have!"

Michael Pov

"Tell me one thing you want that you can't have!" Her laughs erupted louder and louder by the seconds.

I exhaled. I couldn't say 'I want to strip you naked and fuck you senseless on your desk'

I bit my lower lip at the sight of her biting hers. "I can't really think of nothing from the top of my head."

"Well when you think of anything, give me a call." Her laughter finally died down as she set her notepad on her desk.

"You see, that wasn't so bad, was it?" I straightened my tie as I chuckled nervously.

"I guess not." I stood up slowly, meeting her gaze. I started heading for the door but I heard Jesalyn call my name.

"Yes, Jesalyn?"

"Thank you for the flowers." She says while caressing a petal. "They're beautiful."

I wink back at her. "Just like the woman I have it to."

I see her freeze, but then she resumes to fiddling with the flower. "Do you want me to walk you to the elevator?" Her soft voice sends shivers down my spine.

"No." I shake my head. "That's quite alright, I'll see you later." She waves to me a last time before I'm out the door.

I'm still fucking nervous. I just remembered what I've written in the note that was in the flowers.

"Dear Jesalyn,

This is Michael, Michael Jackson. We've met that one time in that office, and I replay each and every word we've said in that "argument." I regret everything I have said and I am completely, and deeply sorry about the way I've talked to you. I've degraded, you, your job, and mis judged you, and I still cannot shake off this guilt.

I was just thrown off by you. You are the first woman who has ever told me off. Do you know that? Every women I have come in contact with, they do everything I say at my every whim. But, you and I both know that you are different from those women.

Truth is, I was very intimidated by you. You had the courage to come up to my office, and to my face, instead of accepting the fact that I don't like interviews.

And I admire that.

Also, because you are a beautiful, intelligent, and persuasive woman. I know your probably thinking "This jackass says this to every woman he talks to."

Honestly, I don't. Your my first.

I know I don't deserve another chance to speak to you, but please consider giving me another one.

(515-8290) this is my number. Please give me a call, it would mean the world to me."

- Michael

She probably thinks I'm a big sap now.

I'm supposed to hate her for cursing me out.

Honestly, I'm turned on by it.

I sigh as I exit the building and make my way into my car.

"I hope she calls me." I pull off and leave.