Chapter 2 TO GET THE JOB

CALI

I stepped into the office where the interview was taking place, and my gaze immediately met Smith Bryan's.

Goodness-he was striking.

I forced myself to look away, fighting the heat creeping into my cheeks. I could admire him later-if I got the job. Right now, that was all that mattered.

"Have your seat," he said coldly.

Only then did I realize I was still standing.

"Thank you," I replied, sitting across from him.

His eyes moved over me in a way that made my skin prickle-not professional, not respectful. I shifted uncomfortably in my chair.

"Introduce yourself," he said gruffly.

I scoffed silently, cleared my throat, and began, "My name is-"

"Cali Rillion," he interrupted flatly.

I looked up, startled. Our eyes met for a brief moment before I quickly looked away. My heart pounded. Why did I suddenly feel like I was being examined instead of interviewed?

"What qualifications do you have?" he asked after what felt like an eternity.

"I studied Business Administration in college," I said carefully, "and I previously worked at Winthrop Enterprise. You can take a look at my CV."

"I don't need it," he snapped, stopping my hand halfway.

I screamed internally. What is wrong with this man?

"Do you need this job?" he asked.

Then he leaned back in his chair, folding his arms.

"How badly do you need it?"

The question felt wrong-too personal, too loaded. I clenched my jaw, resisting the urge to lash out.

"Very badly," I replied, already irritated.

He studied me for a moment, as if weighing something in his mind.

"To get this job," he said slowly, "you'll have to prove your loyalty."

My stomach dropped.

"What do you think you're implying?" I asked, standing up. "Who do you think you are?"

His face remained unreadable.

"So because I said I need this job, you think you can disrespect me?" I snapped. "If that's the case, you can keep it."

I grabbed my bag and headed for the door, my vision blurring with unshed tears. Why did this always happen? Why did interviews never just stay professional?

"Resume work tomorrow by 8:00 a.m.," he said calmly.

"You're hired."

I froze and turned back, wiping my face quickly.

Was this real?

"So this was a test..." I whispered to myself.

"Thank you, sir," I said quietly, nodding.

As I turned to leave, he stopped me briefly to make a call, informing someone named Mr. Henry that the other candidates could be dismissed.

He hired me.

A wide smile broke across my face-today was my lucky day after all.

"You may go," he said. "And congratulations once again."

I nodded and stepped out.

Gosh this me alot to me I can't believe this guy had to put such crazy test up and my outburst it was fucking crazy why the hell did I have to say all those words, I thought and chuckled. When the other lady came out crying i was super scared and I didn't know what to expect but I thank God I was able to succeed.