Chapter 2 Don't Take The Offer

Lacey's POV:

"Mr. Markle? Miss Lacey Holtrey is last candidate for today." He's still focused on me with those sparkling eyes of his, silence reigning the room. Oh man. Do I have something on me? Look at him. Ha-ha! He's so young.

"Yes. Take a seat, Miss Holtrey." I take a seat, and he does the same on his chair signaling the blondie to leave us alone with his stare. He places his phone on the desk and leans on his chair, having my file in front of him. He's in a serious grimace, only his eyes give away a sort of excitement.

"Thank you, Mr. Markle." He looks on my CV and then back at me, twisting his head. I'm crossing my legs, waiting for the follow up. I'm in my professional smile.

"Miss Holtrey. I see here you have an impressive CV. Why this job?" Because I need money. Simple as that.

I'm going to be blunt with this guy. It kind of amuses me to work under him as he's so young compared to my ID and it somehow becomes territorial to me for a younger person to be my boss. I'm sorry, I don't want to be a bitch, but it's just me at this moment looking at him. I sigh and take my serious persona.

"Because I need money, and fast, I had to lower my target for a job, Mr. Markle. The pay offered does help me, and in return I can be the one needed for the position. I need no further training as I am aware of everything that must be done. I worked in Marketing before, owning an advertising company. So, this company being in the entertainment industry, is similar in a way as concept. I understand all terms related to it; therefore, I can easily adapt. But yes, the salary is the one that motivated me to apply for the job. It's quite above the norm in the market for similar jobs. Matching even the salary of a Manager in other companies." Our stares are locked and he's studying my eyes, confronting me in a way, but I don't even blink. I'm an experienced one, against my four years of break.

A smirk grows in the corner of his mouth. He's like a lion on that chair at me. I fake a smile. Just call it an end and I'll find another job. Though I do need the money. I'm relaxed in my all. I have no emotion, no nothing.

"I do value honesty, Miss Holtrey. May I ask why you need money and fast?" Aren't we nosy? I smirk back at him and lean my head to my right a bit.

"Thank you, Mr. Markle. And no, that's private." Of course I'm not going to use my father's condition to get the job with the emotional appeal. He's penetrating me with his stare, and I return it. We're in another battle of stares.

He's bobbing his head, smirking, narrowing his mischievous green glare at me. I maintain my professional attitude with the fake smile.

"Private.... This job sometimes requires traveling and late hours, participating to events and such. Do you have any personal commitments as in children or a personal relationship that grounds you to a fixed working environment, Miss Holtrey?" More than nosy.... "I see you are not married, but I certainly don't want to be told when I need my assistant that she has such commitments as an excuse. The pay is high to cover all these requests as in your time with me whenever I need, at any hour I need, to do your job." Oh yeah? Well, for that kind of requests, that means double the offer, mister. I'll walk away. This job is perfect for the ones that you rejected, not for me. And I don't like your stare at me or your now raspy voice, kid.

I laugh under my lips spiking his left eyebrow and smirk. I stand up taking the ham of my purse with my left hand. "No commitments, Mr. Markle. But for that, the offer is halfway. Thank you for your time, but I believe I shouldn't have lowered my job target. You are right. Oh! I do have a question though if you don't mind me asking. Why were the other girls rejected?"

He's burning me with his Alpha stare. Well, that's what he wants. I'm natural and unaffected, waiting to satisfy my curiosity. I don't give a damn on my rude behavior. "Because I'm not hiring whores, Miss Holtrey. I want and need a reliable assistant. Not a bed partner."

I flash him a genuine smile. "Well, that's admirable of you, Mr. Markle. You are a good CEO. Thank you for your answer and I wish you to find the assistant you need and deserve. Have a good day." I nod and turn around to walk to the exit, jobless, but yeah.

It's not suitable for me. I can't stay a day without my dad and the look in this kid's eyes at me.... I don't want to have a boss who's sending lust upon my sight as this is what's in his stare at me. I might be thirty-four, but I'm not into that stuff.

When I'm with my hand on the handle to open the door and get out.... "Fine. I'll double the salary then. You're hired, Miss Holtrey." I stop.

Don't take the offer.... But I need money and time is ticking.... Lacey? Dad needs treatment, not your pride. Pride doesn't make you money.... Shit.

I don't turn around, but I do have a lion stance, facing the door, with my hand still on the handle. If I see his face when he'll answer my question, I'll refuse it for sure. My heart is rebelling in my chest as I do need money.

"Why double it and why me, Mr. Markle?" Silence. Don't provoke my pride. I need an answer I can work with to save my dad. Just say something decent to cope with.

"Your experience, bluntness, and lack of whorish attitude, Miss Holtrey. Money isn't a problem for me as long as I receive what I'm paying for. As a matter of fact.... I'll make it four times the initial salary, to buy your entire time. And that means you will have to stay in my guest house to be at a call distance when I might need you for business at night. Entertainment business is around the clock with various issues to solve in the middle of the night. You'll also receive a car. Brand new. And all that you would need to accommodate to the job." What's he saying? Around the clock?! Move into his guest house?! That's not a job for an assistant! It's.... Shit. Four times the salary? It was ten grands, now four times becomes forty grands a month. I can pay dad's bills in two months and if I have a place to stay with everything paid, I can sell my house and pay for dad's new surgery and treatment. It's such a risky plan, Lace.... But it's dad....