Chapter 4 Interviewed by the boss

I gulp in fear.

He may look handsome and edible in person, but he's a force to be reckoned with.

It's rumoured that he's more beast than human in the boardroom, but I am yet to see that.

He looked squarely at me, and I did everything in my willpower not to quiver.

Is it suddenly hot in here, or is it just me?

Maybe their air conditioner isn't in top condition.

His eyes, which, I thought, are green, have a speck of golden colour in them, which gives his eyes an out of the world glow.

I know numerous people will kill just to have the same eye colour as his.

“Name?”

I almost fell off the chair, his question took me surprised.

I gulp in fear, my mouth too dry to produce spittle, with my body shaking in fear, I take out my file *that's what I see people in movies do when they attend an interview in a company as prestigious as this one*, another reason for that is, it will help me bid my time to avoid angering the lion in his den.

“Par — par — pardon, sir?” I stutter like a fool.

"Are you that dumb or are you slow in the ears?” He narrowed his eyes at me.

I would have stood up right there and then walk out of the office, *this interview is getting scarier and the scary as hell CEO happens to be the one interviewing me.

I rather eat a can of worms than make a fool of myself in front of a distinguished figure* if not for fear I might not make it to the door before my knees buckle.

Furthermore, I see his narrow gaze on me, recalling he asked me a question earlier.

“None sir,” I didn't elaborate, the tension in the room enough to make me piss my pants, not that I did piss in my pants, no I didn't.

Ok, just a little, but don't tell Mara about it, she won't let me live it down, she will probably taunt me with it for eternity.

“Then why didn't you answer my earliest question?” he leaned back on his chair, “what's your name?” and this time I heard his question.

“Lys Slyndar, sir,” I answer as politely as I can.

He burst out in laughter, the sound chilling to the ears, if the devil laughs, I bet this is undoubtedly how his laughter will sound like.

“That's the most ridiculous name on this planet”, he leans towards me, “Lys"

The way he says my name like a caress made goosebumps erupt on my body, “what are your qualifications?”

“I majored in business administration at the university of Gretastu — one of the top universities in our country — and I got a second class upper." I proudly smile.

He nodded, but his face gives nothing away, I can't tell whether he was impressed or not.

“Why are you applying for a secretary position when you seem to know about the business world?

You could have applied to the open slots for business administration." His tone wasn't accusatory or insulting, it was plain neutral, as if he were asking about the weather.

“That was the only position that was open about twenty minutes ago."

Had it been that long since I came on here? Time sure flies.

“What are your work experiences?”

I point at my file on the table, “it's all in my CV if you will care enough to read.” I made my voice pleasant and sweet as an angel's, no need to spook the sleeping beast.

“I want to hear it from the horse's mouth. I would have read from your so-called CV if I wanted, but I don't,” his voice had a hint of anger in it.

“ I had an assistant job during my junior year. I worked in a library during my senior year. I've worked in a few eateries.” I table my work qualification, which isn't much at all.

He looked expectedly at me,” Is that all? You haven't worked in a company?”

I would rather not disappoint him, but that's all I have done since the accident that took all from me and my siblings.

“I'm afraid so, sir.” I nervously twirl my fingers. “I've not had the opportunity to work in any company. This is my first time being in an office establishment.”

Here is the part, he tells me I'm not qualified for the job.

He was silent for a long time, I was sure he was thinking of ways to lay me down without hurting my feelings.

Sorry, Sir, my feelings will be hurt, no matter how you go about it.

If I fail to secure a job before next week, things will be harder than it is for me and my sibling.

This work is my only hope. There are things that I need to do. My siblings are relying on me.

I can't afford to miss this job, since I don't have other jobs lined up for me.

“Am I handsome?” he asked with a smirk.

Leaning on his chair, he crossed his legs.

Why is he asking such an unethical question?

I frown at him.

“I don't understand how your looks matters on this complex, I'm here for a job not for an ego-stroking.” I lock eyes with him.

I commend myself for not stuttering at his hot gaze.

He's handsome, I concur, but that doesn't mean I am going to tell him that.

“Would you date me if given the opportunity?” He asked again, this time he had his eyes locked with mine.

His words made me angrily stand from the chair I am sitting on, a dark look on my face.

“Why should I want to date you?” I gave him a once over, “you might be the eligible bachelor, always appearing on the front pages of a newspaper, but that doesn't give you the right to ask such a stupid question.” I huff in anger," moreover, who gave you the impression that I swing that way?

I'm a male seeking employment, and not a prostitute aiming to get laid. If you want some ego-stroking, you can go out there and look for those wannabe females who will love to kiss the ground you walk on.

As for me, you are only but an egotistical bastard who needs to be taught a lesson or two.

I am out of here, good luck getting a person to work for someone like you.”

I pick up my file and walk towards the door.

To hell with this job.

I rather I and my siblings get thrown out of the street than stay in this perv's office.

“Tomorrow by eight, don't be late.” He called out in an amused voice.

His words caused me to turn back, “are you talking to me?" I raised a brow as I got ready to give him more tongue lashing.

He looked irritated at my question, “you got the job.” He gives me a once over,

“Anyone who can talk back at me without fear is qualified to be my PA”, he turned towards the picture he was looking at earlier, “tomorrow by seven.

Don't be late. I hate tardiness and dress more appropriately.”

As if!

“You can go to hell with your job.” I slam the door behind me.