Breaking Everett Pierce

The man before me is gorgeous. He has a face like one of my dream guys with a chiseled jawline, dark curls which look messy, urging me to run my fingers through them, and his cheeks are endowed with a five o'clock beard. His blue, magnetic eyes are concentrated on my file as he lazily turns the sheets, looking like a professor checking exam papers. His gold watch reflects the light coming through the large glass wall behind him, adding to his charisma. Dressed in a deep grey three-piece suit covering his broad shoulders and lean muscles, his appearance commands the room.

The sight of him is so breathtaking that the moment I saw him I knew this plan was never going to work if I didn't manage to keep my imagination in check. When you read too many Book Tok romance books like me, you end up imagining yourself as the heroine every time a familiar situation presents itself.

"Miss Emma Gold.." the man begins in a deep voice that makes me squeeze my legs. He shuts the file and raises his eyes to my face. He puts his elbows on top of the file, resting his chin above as he studies me. "I'll ask one simple question - why do you want this job?"

I purse my lips, straightening in my seat. "Mr Pierce, I have researched all about your company. You have the environment and the management which I think perfectly suits what I'm looking for. If I'm given the position, I'll do my best to prove myself worth it.." He lifts a hand, waving it in the air to stop my rambling.

"Miss Gold.." He leans back in his chair like a man

who knows he owns the conversation without

requiring permission. "You've applied for the

position of my PA. The position does not only

require hard work and dedication but also

compatibility with me. You understand what I am

saying, right?" "I do."

He nods slowly, picking my portfolio again and

studying it. "Your qualification impresses me but the part about your interests and hobbies has me hesitating. Can you describe them to me in more detail?" "I like to read," I answer immediately. "I like to

read and knit and blog about stuff. It helps me pass

time." Mr. Pierce raises a dark eyebrow, shaking his head dismissively. "I have met thirty other applicants

with the same hobbies. What makes you special,

Miss Gold? Why do you think I should choose You?"

He drops my portfolio and his gaze on me

intensifies as if he can't wait to see if he is finally

getting on my nerves. My hobbies should have

nothing to do with the job criteria and yet he is

making this personal route of conversation sound

so official.

"Mr. Pierce, I do realize how my qualifications are

nothing out of the ordinary but I have been told

that I have a way of surprising people with my

dedication towards any kind of work. I'm

passionate about basically everything I do and

work is another passion of mine. I don't work to

earn but because I love work itself. It pleases me."

"Work gives you pleasure, Miss Gold?" A corner of

his lips lifts to form a boyish smirk. I can't deny it.

This man has charm.

"How much pleasure exactly?"

I sense the way his line of questioning is slowly

changing directions. He doesn't smile though. Even

his smirk is the tiniest curve. I doubt anyone has

ever seen this man smile. All his pictures in

magazines and last year's Forbes Top 40

Youngest Billionaires were devoid of a smile.

"I'll say if you give me the position, you'll find me

extremely pleasurable, Mr. Pierce. I have been told

to have great flexibility," I reply, squaring my shoulders. "For work of course.

Mr. Pierce's jaw remains hard as his eyes drift

down my body, taking in my cheap-expensive

Walmart dress which I specifically bought for this

interview. My job isn't to get the job. My job is to

get to him. I tried my best, just like I was told to.

My dark brown hair is tied in a neat bun at the back

of my head like a professional woman's but some

tendrils frame my face in perfect waves. I have kept

the make-up minimal but my lipstick is wine-red,

the color that most men find hard to not notice.

Mr. Pierce doesn't look impressed though as he

shrugs disinterestedly.

"Miss. Gold, I appreciate you coming in here but I

don't think you'll be able to meet my demands. I

want an assistant who can stand up to me, speak

up when I'm making a mistake, and not rush crying

to the bathroom at every criticism I throw at them.

Are you capable of managing that? Because to me,

you seem as ordinary as the numerous other

applicants who came in and sat here today."

"And you got that about my personality just by

sitting here and asking me useless questions?" I

throw back at him and then lean forward slightly,

meeting his gaze with confidence.

"If you really want to hire someone today, you might want to ask them something more relevant than about their hobbies. For example, give me a situation and ask

me how I'll handle it as your future PA."

"You're teaching me interview skills, Miss Gold?"

The man throws me a curious glance, visibly

offended. "You'll do well to remember which side of

this room you're sitting on."

"Didn't you just say that you wanted someone who

could stand up to you and point out your mistakes?

I'm doing just that, Mr. Pierce."

His jaw hardens further. He moves closer, resting

his forearms on the top of the desk and crossing