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Chapter 3

  • DAMON
  • The boss was really ugly. He had so many bumps of pimples on his face that I just had to feel a shiver run down my spine.
  • Okay...
  • My stupid imagination was at work again. I wasn't even in the office yet. After about five elevator rides, we were yet to reach the boss's office.
  • Damn!
  • TIANOR is really huge. It's bigger than I thought it was and the environment was amazing as well. Serene, colourful and, beautiful, the company would be a good place to work.
  • The elevator soon stopped and it vomited the woman and me out. She faced me and gave me a smile which I returned hesitantly. She also gave a flirting look...
  • Oh, now I get it.
  • I am twenty-five-year-old handsome dude, so women can't help but admire me.
  • It's a good thing to be admired but the look in the woman's eyes was starting to make me feel extremely uncomfortable.
  • As my sight darted towards the space ahead, the woman stretched her long, slender hand.
  • "Hey, my name is Camilla."
  • I took her hand and was soon having fun squishing her soft hand.
  • "What is your," I squeezed her hand again as she asked her question, "...name?"
  • After another squish, I finally released her hand.
  • "Damon," my firm voice responded.
  • "Well Damon, it is nice to meet you." I did not miss how her voice sounded more sultry.
  • I smiled at her as my eyes darted across the room. There were no doors in sight, just walls painted with a nice shade of blue.
  • I gave the flirting and probably horny lady in front of me a look. I was starting to think she brought me there to seduce me into having a sexual intercourse kind of interview with her.
  • "I thought your boss wanted to see me," I queried her and she frowned like the word, '
  • boss
  • ', was bad news.
  • "I should get you to the office." She suddenly replaced the frown with a blank look. With her sudden seriousness maintained, her legs took a right turn towards the wall in that direction and I wore a little frown as I asked myself, '
  • Where on earth is she walking to?
  • '
  • "Uh, Camilla, where are you going?"
  • "The boss's office." She didn't glance my way as she replied.
  • But, when we finally reached the end of the room, she turned and faced me.
  • "I'll let the boss know you are here."
  • I was about to recommend Dr. Manor, my mother's therapist to her when I saw her slightly push the wall open.
  • Just like how the entrance to secret rooms in those movies open, the wall slid open and displayed a space wide enough for a person to pass through.
  • Camilla entered and left me to wonder why the CEO would want to hide his or her office from plain sight.
  • It was a good move though. The secret room had a good feel to it as well.
  • But it was still somewhat creepy.
  • Soon, Camilla walked out of the room. As she told me to go in, I dragged myself out of my many thoughts and composed myself.
  • As I walked past the door, the document file in my hands pressed against my lower abdomen, I admonished myself to make great use of the golden opportunity I was about to have.
  • I cannot afford to mess up.
  • I finally went past the door which didn't have hinges or door marks on its other side. It was just a wall that could be flipped.
  • Soon, I looked ahead. The room my footsteps advanced into had a rich look to it. It was not the usual, simple kind of office. This one was highly furnished with expensive items.
  • One odd thing I observed as I walked past three sets of couches arranged in an L-shape was the repetitive use of the colours; red, black, and white.
  • As my mind refused to be bothered by the decoration choice of another human, my eyes darted to the left and I saw the huge television attached to the wall and I suddenly felt uneasy.
  • I don't have a television in my house. Not even a small one.
  • My body slightly shivered in response to the intense cool air in the room. As I walked into the second part of the large room which was separated from the first space by beaded curtains, I noticed a figure standing beside a leather office chair which was undoubtedly expensive just like the entire room was.
  • The person had their hair up in a bun. Standing above the chair, this person was slightly tall. Beside me, the individual's height would be dismissed. I would be taller.
  • But I was yet to decipher the gender of the individual because of the huge leather jacket resting on the person's shoulder.
  • "Hello. Good day," I finally greeted as my footsteps came to a halt.
  • "Sit." It was a feminine voice that spoke.
  • I followed the instruction and sat on one of the chairs facing the bigger seat and waited patiently. The jacket soon fell and revealed a feminine body dressed in a well-fitted, short red gown whose shoulders looked padded.
  • Once the woman in front of me turned, something about me changed.
  • My hands instantly felt heavy, the corner of my eyes twitched and I fell into some kind of trance. I could not, for the love of my life, take my eyes off her.
  • If she were the very Medusa, God knows I would have turned into stone.
  • She was so pretty. And this was not a make-up-induced prettiness.
  • No, it was not make-up.
  • Her face was definitely bare yet it radiated strongly. Her eyes suggested tenderness, her honey-like orbs gave her entire face unrivaled, special beauty.
  • Her lips drew a smile and that made me realize how young she looked.
  • "Damon," she called my name softly. It was rolled out carefully and sort of seductively. It almost sounded like a whisper.
  • A sweet whisper that pulled me out of the unexpected trance I was in.
  • I soon cleared my throat as I recalled why I was there. After adjusting my position and as I urged myself to avoid staring at her too much, I said, "Miss, I am here to meet the CEO."
  • She raised a brow with a smirk playing on her lips which were fuller on the lower part. As she sat down, the fingers on her right hand began up-down movements, like they were creating a melody on a musical instrument.
  • "Miss..." I called again.
  • "My name is Selena." Her voice was as soft as the look on her face.
  • "Miss Selena. Can I meet the CEO now? Please." I pleaded as though it would get hard for me to leave the office as time increased. It actually felt like it.
  • I was feeling pulled by the woman's attractive look second after second.
  • And because it is the first time such would happen to me, I consider it a huge deal and a warning.
  • So yes, I needed to run out of that place as soon as possible. Well, that is after I get what I want.
  • "Since you asked, I'll go straight to the point. I am the CEO you seek."
  • My jaw almost fell. The sight must have pleased her as another smile covered her face.