Chapter 5

• The building itself looked amazing with every fancy mirrored windows all piled up beautifully. Oh god I'm really here. I take a deep breath in before stepping inside and my own reflection pains me.
• Inside the lobby, the floors were in white marble and granite that spreads all through out from one end to another beneath my feet. Here holds a steel that keeps the glass staircase in tact which leads to the second lobby floor and a see-through elevator that zooms up and down. The building looked like an edgy nightclub but as quiet as a museum.
• As I walked passed the revolving doors and deeper into the reception. Oh fuck me, everybody at the lobby is looking at me. I can't do this. I just can't.
• I take a deep breath in and exhaled. Get your shit together Thea, this is a once in a lifetime chance. Your internship is at stake. You'll embarrass the name of Lure Magazine. Even though I'm already embarrassing the magazine's name because of how I dressed.
• I walk up to the reception even though I am inwardly already embarrass. "Thea Thibault for Mr. Ben Saintclare." I say.
• She looks at me quietly. Obviously inspects what I was wearing. She inspects my ID Card and frowns. I waited quietly as I feel myself shrinking.
• "Top floor." She says, eyeing me from head to toe down to my dirty white converse shoes.
• I head to the elevator and as soon as I ride it, I cursed at it for being see-through. The elevator zips up to the top floor dropping my companions who works here since all of them looked great in sharp black and white exec suits. Along the way to the top floor it's just me and huge nerves tightening more and more in my stomach. I feel like I'm in need to puke.
• The elevator dings. Shit.
• I stepped out.
• There were four black desks, two to the right and two on the other. In between it was a huge frosted glass door leads to.... His lair. I'm sure it's his office, because the frosted glass itself makes the impression of a glass fortress. It signals accessibility while being totally out of reach from the world.
• One woman comes around from one of the desks, "Miss Thibault?"
• She gestured to the sitting section. "Just wait there. Can we get you anything?"
• I shake my head. "I'm good."
• I thanked her and walked my way to take a seat on the row of chairs. I watch all four women who were very attractive. I'm sure he keeps beautiful women since he's a handsome man. They wore sharp charcoaled suits and takes continual calls. They work in absolute perfection of synchronicity.
• One woman walks into the frosted glass, I'm sure she's informing that I'm here. There were voices but I can't no longer hear them because of the nervous pounding of my heart. I close my eyes and wished that I'm wearing a corporate attire, I open my eyes again and it's still sneakers. I groan, hating this situation even more now that I'm here waiting to be called into his office.
• "Oh, and Mr. Saintclare, the reporter... She's dressed a little bit.... Dissentingly." I hear the woman speaking.
• "She's here sir." She adds.
• I think I'm going to piss myself.
• She walks to me and smiled, "Mr. Saintclare is truly pressed for time today. I hope you enjoy your ten minutes."
• I smile. "Thank you."
• "May I remind you that he's very strict with his time." She adds.
• I nod and thanked her again.
• I nervously stand and walked up to the frosted glass. As soon as I stepped inside and the doors was closed, I was mentally out. His office was vast. There was no live plants on top of his table but instead there was technology and tons of different screens and lots of space as if he needs it.
• The windows have an open view of the city, but I can't seem to be fascinated by it because he's there. Standing with his back facing me.
• "I'm so honored to have this kind of opportunity Mr. Saintclare." I say.
• He didn't budge.
• "Thank you so much for letting me have this quick interview with you." I added.
• "I actually didn't want--" He spins himself around and stopped with what he was going to say when he finally faced me.
• I paused.
• He paused too.
• I've never shivered like this before not even when I'm freezing out in snow. He has a storm-like intensity, that hurricane force that is almost otherworldly. A storm that's wearing Armani.
• Wow.
• Wow on every part of him. His face. Oh God, his body. His presence. His lips. His shoulders. His height. His eyes. His hair. Wow his eyes are glowing --- green and deep. It's like ice made out of frozen Emerald. His presence is quite the experience. No wonder people talk about him online.
• "You are?" He asks.
• I assumed he already knew my name.
• "My name's Thea Thibault. I'm from Lure Magazine, sir. I hope I can at least have a little amount of minutes from your busy schedule." I say.
• I recover myself from being fascinated by him. Kylie was right, this man can twist your panties in knots or two.
• "You could've at least worn something appropriate for this interview." He snaps.
• I gaped as I stared at myself. I didn't know what to do anymore and I've never felt more embarrass as of today. I bet everyone wears their utmost best when they're going to see him. Shit, and here I am in my dirty overalls and sneakers.
• "Have a seat Miss Thibault." He instructed with his brows creasing.
• I could already feel his coldness from his voice. It's deep and a bit husky and his British accent was thick even though he grew up and was brought in New York when he was a kid.
• I sheepishly walked to the chair across his enormous desk as I bite my lower lip. Once I've settled, I can't help not to stare at my fingers. I can't seem to look him in the eyes because he already discriminated what I wore.
• "You've only got eight..." He glances at his watch, "Actually seven minutes and fifty-four seconds left." He corrected.
• I pulled my head up right away and I instantly worried about the time. He's really counting down the ten minutes.
• "Might as well start it right away. I don't have all day Miss Thibault." He added.
• I lick my lips and exhale heavily.
• "I'm just nervous to be facing you right now Mr. Saintclare. It's the first time I've seen such handso--" I cut myself off from what I was going to say by biting my lower lip.
• Under my lashes, I watch him grin.
• I clear my throat. "I just didn't expect you'd actually allow me to--"
• "Nervous?" He cuts me off.