Chapter 6

• I watch him carefully as he takes a seat on his chair. He begins to look at me.
• "I'm not doing anything that will hurt you Miss Thibault. Relax." He added.
• I smile nervously. "It's just that... I've never done this before. I'm sorry sir. I'm just so nervous right now."
• Fuck my hands are even shaking.
• "It's okay." He cocks his head to the side. "Everyone gets nervous from time to time." He says with his deep voice.
• "And since I'm still an intern for the company, they wanted me to have this hardest project to interview you because--
• "Hardest?" He cuts me off again.
• I gaped and noticed that I just told him he's hard to interview. Why is this day going wrong? Even the things I say are wrong and what I'm wearing is wrong.
• "Interviewing me is the hardest thing to do? What was it like, your initiation?" He arched his eyebrow.
• Now I'm getting more seriously nervous than a while ago. I don't know if he's mad at me for what I said or he's not satisfied of it because he keeps an impassive look on his face.
• I shake my head. "It's not like that. It's just that..." I stutter.
• "They've.. Been wanting to have a one on one interview with you. They've tried for so many years now and you always seem to decline every single one." I continued to speak.
• "You're the persistent one." He snapped.
• I bent my head down and felt massively embarrass at all becauset. I felt like every word I say to him is wrong and not satisfying. It felt like I'm being stupid because he's making me feel like one.
• "I need this for my article. I'm sorry if I'm annoying you sir." My voice softens.
• "Five minutes left." He reminded me.
• I glared at my watch. "Ah shit." I cursed under my breath.
• "I have a meeting after this. What do you wanna know?" He started.
• His piercing green bore into me, it felt like he's studying me or maybe he's mentally discriminating what I'm wearing right now or maybe I'm just being paranoid. But no, facing such a handsome man like Ben Saintclare makes me anxious and afraid that I might say wrong things which I think I already did.
• I pull my recorder out and placed it next to my thigh. "How is it to live the life of Mr. Benedict Saintclare? You're 25 and you've already accomplished so much."
• "Well..." His voice is so deep, it sounds so sexy it matches his sexy green eyes.
• "I always focus on work most of the times. It's my top priority. I want everything to be at best when it comes to work. I enjoy my free time with my closest friends. I'm pretty much into music too, I think growing up having dad around influenced me to become music-oriented. I think all of my siblings are into music as well." He answers calmly.
• I nod.
• "How does it feel to be the eldest son of Mr. Hugo Saintclare?" I ask, trying to sound calm like he is.
• He grins.
• "It feels great to be a part of this insanely famous family. I'm glad my father is one of the world's richest man despite the pressure, he's here to help me anyways." He boasted. Well he has a lot to boast about himself.
• "Though its got ups and downs sometimes to be his son, I try to keep my head in the game. And I try to be a good brother to my three younger siblings." He continued to say.
• "Don't you get bothered about the critics your company is facing?" I ask.
• He cocks his head sideways. "I have the greatest conglomerate, why would I get bothered about little critics? It's only making my company stronger. The more they talk about us, the more our company wants to strive harder for success."
• Ah, striking boastfulness.
• I blink at him. "You are different than your father."
• Okay so I also researched about Hugo Saintclare that's why I have a three-inch thick file about Benedict Saintclare. I need massive networks about him, his family, his parents and where he came from.
• He arched an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"
• I shake my head, recovering from what I said. Damn it, my mouth needs a break. "People say things about you. They say you're ruthless and boastful, and that's not how Hugo was when he was your age." I continued to fire at him.
• He grins that dimpled grin again. "Me and my father are two different people. Just because I'm his son doesn't mean I'd get his personality too." He sounded like he's annoyed.
• Holy shit did I annoy him because I compared him to his dad?
• I clear my throat as I reviewed on the questions I wrote down on my pad.
• "You're always out late with different women. Don't you think that'll affect your background as the President of Saintclare Enterprises?" I ask seriously.
• "I think my personal life isn't really associated with my business. I keep my life private. If you may know, I have thousands of people who works for me and did it affect the company that I'm the known ruthless and boastful womanizer? I think it didn't, did it?" He snaps at me.
• The door suddenly opens, "Sir, your meeting is going to start now."
• I groan inwardly.
• He nods at her as I hear the door closes once again.
• "Can I please have another minute sir? It won't take long, I promise." I begged.
• But he's already standing from his chair, "I'm strict with my time Miss Thibault. I have a board meeting waiting."
• I have no choice but to agree since he's the boss. I stand from my seat with no choice and watch him as he quickly walk past me. I jogged my way closer while he opens the door for us. We walked out of his office even though I wanna pull him back in and ask more questions. Those questions won't even make one page for an article.
• Inwardly, I was wanting him to take more time on letting me interview him but he's a busy man and he has no time for little magazines like Lure.