Chapter 2 Molly's POV

Molly's POV

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The old woman stood up and stretched out her arms to them. They supported her and helped her stand on their her feet. They left without saying a word. Suddenly, I noticed her newspaper on the chair. Obviously, she forgot it. I took it and ran into their direction.

"Madam, excuse me!" I got closer to her, but was stopped by a bodyguard.

"Sorry, this... lady forgot... her newspaper." I panted. Damn, I need to exercise more.

"Keep it, my girl. Maybe then you will know who I am, so you can call me by my name next time." She said amiably.

Her answer was surprising, but very encouraging. I walked back to the bench and watched the black SUV drive away with her. I looked at the page on the left side of the article she was reading. It said: "Hermel Tower requires a personal assistant. Terms and conditions apply."

Of course, terms and conditions mean university education, sense of responsibilities, punctuality, fluent English, impeccable personality, previous work experience, relevant work experience, and so on. I had never applied for such jobs before, but I wanted to try it. I had a friend who did such job always got a highly paid.

I needed a good salary to pay the rent for my cheap apartment. After paying the rent, I must use the money to meet my basic needs, such as feminine products and canned food that did not deteriorate quickly-because I didn't have a refrigerator.

I was at the bottom, but I accepted it and contented myself with what I had. I found comfort in reading. I liked to read about those poor girls. They found princes and billionaires. They swept them out, got married and lived a happy life ever like Cinderella.

I always hoped that things like this will happen to me, but they are just books; they are fictitious. In this modern world, princes and billionaires did not like poor girls like me. They date models and designers, as well as look, body and beautiful women who match their lifestyles. I didn't know why I remembered the sexy girl in Jim' coffee shop.

Who would like me? I hide myself in the cheap, loosen and crumpled clothes, I seldom made up or dressed up, and I almost collapsed from work until the early hours of the morning.

I needed to stand up and leave the park before it was too dark. There was no one in the park anymore. Looking at the dark bushes, I always felt that there was a perverted murderer or evil spirit hidden behind.

I found a 24-hour fast food restaurant and waited until one o'clock in the morning before slipping back to my apartment. I slept deeply, and it was nine o'clock in the morning when I woke up, and I almost missed my interview.

I finally stood in front of Hermel Tower. This building was a huge skyscraper with silver glass exterior.

I walked into the elevator under the guidance of the receptionist, and then a warm lady smiled me, "Good morning, which floor are you going to?"

She is wearing a badge that says:

Bella Watson.

Chief Operating Officer.

Hermel Tower.

"Good morning." I greeted her as the best way as I could.

She pressed the lit number, and The elevator suddenly rises quickly. I felt dizzy. I held onto the bar tightly trying to keep myself from screaming.

"We are here, " she said.

"Thank you." When we went out together, I managed to reply. She had gone to her office and I walked to the receptionist on this floor.

"Yes, I'm Molly Sanders. I'm here to interview for the position of personal assistant."

I noticed that there were many girls here with resumes in their hands, and they may be interviewing for this position like me. I thought they are all better than me. I was the last to be called. I looked at the phone; it is 11:50. I had been waiting for two hours.

I knocked the door and came in. I stood in a huge office, exuding a warm atmosphere. The walls were painted in different shades of brown, and there was a huge leather sofa next to it. Large potted plants add a forest-like green atmosphere to the room. When I was engrossed, the cool air calmed my nerves. I took a breath of satisfaction. Everything was great. It is much better than my apartment.

But where was the interviewer?I looked around, and for a few seconds the boss chair behind the table turned around.

Oh, my god! It was him! The man in Jim's coffee shop with that high-heel girl!

"You can sit down." A voice said firmly.

"Good morning, sir, this is Mo..."

"Please sit down, Miss Sanders." His voice was cold and clear.

I sat down and looked at him. He was too handsome and I couldn't take my eyes off him.

"Miss Sanders, do you have bad hearing?"

"Um?"

"I have asked your resume twice."

What was wrong with me? I was fascinated by his look, and I didn't even hear him ask for my resume.

I handed it to him with trembling fingers.

He pulled it away and read it through.

"We met yesterday, didn't we?" he asked shortly after.

"Yes sir." I lowered my head. I dared not look into his eyes. I thought I had failed the interview because yesterday I spilled the girl's coffee. She seemed to be close with him. I almost wanted to open the door and run out, or punch a hole in the floor like a mole.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw he nodded his head. Then he crossed his fingers and put his hands on the table and looking straight at me.

"Fine."

He only said "Fine", and then stopped. I thought he would say next: "You can go." That would be okay, I wanted to breathe free air outside. Such a magnificent place made me, a slum girl, feel ashamed and sit like on pins. Or maybe he will ask me what happened yesterday. I held back tears of shame and embarrassment.

"Your high school grades are so good, why did you only go to a community college?"

"Because I can't afford a prestigious university, sir. I have been on my own since I was eighteen, and I just graduated from high school. I still want to get a college education, so a teacher contacted me to enter a community college and I can afford it."

"Where are your parents?"

"I don't know them."

"So you grew up in a foster family?"

"Yes, sir. " I corrected.

He rubbed his temples. "Miss Sanders, I feel your pain, but I won't waste my time with you. This position isn't suitable for you."

My heart fell to the ground. I wanted to say " Okay", but he interrupted me.

He stood up suddenly and walked towards me. He bent down and put his face close to mine and his face almost touched my glasses. I suddenly felt I was offended, but my body was honest, it told me that I liked him and I liked him to do this to me. My body didn't move. My heartbeat was too loud, and I was worried he would hear it.

"Are you a barista?" He straightened up suddenly.

I nodded.

"Make me a coffee." He pointed to the coffee machine in the corner, then put his hands in his pants pockets.

He was a little bit rude and I didn't know why I obeyed him.

I saw the cup on the ground and the coffee machine in the corner.

After few minutes, I placed a cappuccino in front of him.

"Thank you." He smiled.

I smiled back to him.

I thought I should go now. I brought the bag close to me, then turned around. When I opened the door, I heard him take a sip of my coffee, and then another sip. When I closed his door, he called me. "Miss Sanders, please wait a moment."

I stood leaning against the door and barely reentered the office for fear of approaching him.

There was a bit of brilliance in his eyes, but it seemed a bit sad. "Would you like to be my maid and my barista? The pay is very good, and you can live with me."

I'm confused. "I don't understand... Live with you? In your house?"

Why? My mouth opened wide with awe and amazement.