A Scandal With Mr CEO

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ut what the reporters would write and I certainly didn't know a thing about celebrity gossip and scandals but in one way or the other, I'd gotten myself intricately tangled in one. I may not know who this guy is but his fortune and this amount of attention are enough to prove his influence and if I'd gotten into this mess with his reputation being at stake then there's only one thing to be done. Ask for what I truly needed, you can't blame me on that one, I'm struggling, okay? "The job" "What job? We have better things to focus on than your position in an almost shattered shop Gwen, try to concentrate" "First, my name is Kiara and second, I meant the job you were offering earlier today, the one I applied for" "Oh, you mean the one you're meant to know about?" "This is not about my unpreparedness, have you found someone to fill the space?" "I needed a personal assistant, one that had sound education and one with brains but apparently, almost all of you had your lashes battering throughout the whole interview" "I didn't batter my lashes at you, I'd rather choke on a rock" "But you dressed like a six-year-old birthday girl so you're not any better. You were the worst of all candidates" "Glad to know I made quite the difference and for your information, this isn't a six-year-old birthday dress, okay? You just have a very bad taste in fashion and you clearly don't understand my aesthetic. From the looks of it, you probably have just shirts and suits in your closet" "But at least they're better than skimpy thrift dresses" "Oh that is very rude Mr, this isn't cheap" The girl at the thrift store said it looked as good as new, how did he even realize how cheap it was? This is probably one of my favorite dresses and he'd managed to bring it down to dust with just a few words, what kind of man is this? We've bickered here and there for minutes with no point in our conversation, nothing related to the current situation. We were just two people that didn't want to feel inferior to the other. Mr. Magazine would never hear a word from me and let it slide and guess what? Neither will I. "I'll have reservations arranged for you, it's either that or you stay in your apartment and you'll have the paparazzi by your door first thing in the morning" And see my wreck of a house? Not in a million years. "This reservation, how long will it last cause I don't think you've noticed but I have a job and a life" I was silently praying he wouldn't say something bad about my life 'cause I could go violent, I'm