OBSESSION

"Mom, I will call you, I promise" I said to my mom in the phone as I hurriedly ran my hairbrush on my hair, if I don't leave now then I'm going to be late for the interview, and God forgive me if I don't kill myself for being late. I wanted to toss my phone aside so that I can concentrate but of course, my mom won't let me.

"Don't forget honey, Timmy will be going back to school soon and he wants me to remind you about the money you promised him," my mom said and I had to fight the urge not to groan, can't she tell by the noises I'm making that I'm in a haste? "Don't worry mom, I will send him the money before he leaves." "Good, now your dad is wondering if you can come home for dinner sometime, it's been long we have seen you." "Alright mom, I will try to drop by tomorrow night, how about that?" "That's okay, I will tell him what you said. And yes, Mrs..." "Mom please, can I call you back?" "But dear..." "Mom!" "Okay, okay, call me back" I hang up the call before she could even finish what she was saying, I know what you are thinking, why didn't I tell her about the interview? Well, let's start by saying I know my family and they know I don't love my current job, if I should tell them about the interview, it will only raise their hopes and I can't do that, not when I'm not sure about getting the job. I flung my phone on my middle size bed before pulling out the dressing table drawer and getting out my hairband, putting my hair in a tight ponytail, I often prefer leaving it down in it's natural waves but for some reason, I just want to look professional in my white shirt and pencil knee level midnight blue skirt, I fetched my high heel from where I kicked it under the bed last night and put it on, increasing my height by five inches immediately. I quickly dabbed my face with my compact powder before applying water color lip gloss on my heart shaped pink lips, I used a mascara to highlight my lashes and at the end, I still fetched out my glasses and put it on. I have no problem with my eyes but I'm just so used to wearing glasses it has become a part of me. Looking at myself in my full length mirror, I was satisfied with what I saw so I put on my flower scent perfume, grabbed my handbag, my phone from the bed and left my room to the living room. I occupy a small apartment that consist of one master bedroom, a living room and a kitchen, grabbing my key from where I usually hang it beside the door, I clicked open the door and out I went, locking it after me. I rushed into the elevator, smiling to my elderly neighbor who if I allowed, would never stop her greetings, she would be like, 'Hazel, the weather is so beautiful today' 'Hazel, did you watch the news last night, poor man couldn't believe his wife had been cheating on him for years' let me clarify you, she hardly watches the news but one TV drama that always play in the evening at 9:00, to her, everything is news. I pressed the ground floor on the button and smiled to my other neighbor who happened to catch the door before it closed, good thing he noticed I'm not in the mood to talk. I dashed out of the building immediately the elevators stopped and lucky me, a cab was just dropping someone off so I boarded it, calling out my destination to the driver. Wanting to lick my lips as a habit, I remembered my lip gloss so I didn't, looking out the window and sending series of prayers to heaven that I should not be late and that I should get the job, I have always wanted to work in J&R Corp, it would be a dream come through should I get the job. I finally saw the fifty storey building come into view and I suddenly turned giddy, I can't believe that there is a possibility by tomorrow, I would start working there. I paid the driver and climbed out of the car, rushing to get inside the building when I passed a flashy car with a window like mirror, I stopped to check myself, especially my face. I flashed my teeth and checked if I have any food stuck on them, I opened my mouth in an 'ah' motion, checking both my tongue and the inside of my mouth, satisfied when I saw nothing, I smiled. Then I saw a booger inside my nose and suddenly grow uncomfortable, I looked around but when I saw no one was looking, I dip my index finger inside my nose and picked out the booger, I pressed it with my index finger and thump before crumbling it and throwing it away, I look again at the window, using it to check the inside of my nose and when I saw no other boogers, I turned and scurried into the building. I met a long queue in front of the elevator and I almost cried, twenty more minutes and I will be more than late, there was another elevator but there was no single person going for it. I stood, tapping my foot on the floor while considering making a run for the next elevator but I needed someone to boost my confidence. I'm new here after all, and I know nothing about their system, what if the elevator is reserved specially for someone or some particular barge of people? Or maybe the president. I have watched a lot of movies and read a lot of books about a company having a special elevator for the CEO. I wonder how he looks like, Dave Williams, the CEO of J&RCorp, he is a well known person and when I said well know, I meant his name. He hardly makes appearance in social events or interviews and only his close friends or should I say workers can give account of how he truly looks like. People believe he must be ugly which is why he doesn't show his face to public. Talk about his brother Clark, now he I can describe even with my eyes closed. He has been seen in a lot of social events, charity balls, auction parties and many of them. He is a good philanthropist if you ask me, well not just me, the people. Everybody has something good to say about him. A tall man with dark slicked back hair, a long face and cold deep brown eyes entering the building distracted my rambling thought, I stood on my line for the elevator, admiring him, he was dressed in black jacket with a black shirt underneath, a black tie, a black slacks and black shoes, you should call him the black devil himself because he looks just like him. His black attire seems to contour his complexion, making him as handsome as a devil, there, I used the word again. He went straight to the vacant elevator, and yep, that's the confident booster I wanted so I made a beeline to the elevator, calling out for him to hold the door, he didn't though but thankfully, I wasn't far off so I held the door myself and entered, flashing him a big smile. His deep brown eyes showed surprise at first before returning to its darker shade of coldness, he didn't give me any other expression and I stood on my own. I was surprised no one else came to join us, despite the elevator being empty, well, their loss. I turned to my handsome companion and beamed, he didn't return my smile neither did he even look at me but it would be a shame if I don't talk to him. Hold on, I'm not wooing him, I'm just...making friends, I have a boyfriend after all.

Hazel I remembered I haven't pressed my floor on the button so I quickly did that, he didn't move but I sensed he followed me with his eyes which seems to be the only moving part in his body. I slowly retreated to where I stood before, clutching onto my handbag, I made to lick my lips again but stopped, when I remembered my lip gloss once more. From the corner of my eye, I watched my companion, he seems not to be a talker but I am which you already know with how I have been bugging you here, sorry.

"Hi" I made my attempt in making a conversation, "are you here for the interview too?" His eyebrows furrowed as he now turned his head fully to my view, giving me a chance to study that perfect face, his nose was pointed, his eyebrows were dark like his hair and in a beautiful shape, his lips a thin straight line but damn, still looks attracting, his face was smooth, almost like a baby's and I really wanted to touch it, let me just cut it short, he looked like he was carved by the gods themselves. "Yes" a deep voice resounded in the elevator and it took me nearly a minute to realize that he was the one that spoke and another minute to figure out he was answering my question. "I see, whose secretary do you think they are looking for anywhere?" I asked, grateful to already find an ally to gossip with. "I think it's for Dave Williams" he replied, I didn't miss the look of amusement in his deep brown eyes but I can't figure what was amusing him so I let it go. "I see. So you want to be his secretary?" I ask. "No I'm not interviewing as a secretary." "Really, as what then, I thought it was only secretary that was written on the form" I creased my brows, thinking hard to know if I had missed that detail. "I filled a different form." "Oh, what then?" I was elated I didn't miss any detail, rather it was a different form. "As an assistant." "For Dave Williams too?" "Yes." I nodded, looking at the elevator timer and knowing it would soon be my floor so I turned to him and stretched my hand to him with a smile, "I will wish you luck, I hope you get the job, I hope I do too because I have been dreaming my whole life to work here." He took my hand after a second thought and it was the strongest yet the softest hand I have ever touched, "I wish you luck too." I smiled, gladly accepting his good wishes, "I'm Hazel, I hope to see you around." "Nice meeting you Hazel" I waited for him to tell me his name but too late, the elevator opened on my floor and I released his hand, smiling before muttering goodbye when I noticed he wasn't getting out with me, he is going for a different interview so I shouldn't be expecting my floor to be the same with his. I felt his eyes on me as I walk but when I turned, the doors has already closed so I shrugged and made my way to the conference room where I almost fainted with the number of people sitting there to be interviewed and God help me, I picked number one hundred and seven. Can this day be any more worse? This is why you should always go early for an interview. After an agonizing two hours, it finally reached my turn, I stood up immediately at the mention of my number, note, number not name and entered when the bright blonde lady who had introduced herself earlier as Nicole opened the door for me to enter, there wasn't anybody in there to my surprise, that was when I figured, Nicole would be the interviewee too. Just as she was ready to attend to me, her phone rang and she excused herself to answer while I sat like a person waiting for the judgment, but this judgment I must pass. "Well Ms. Moor, I don't know if I should say luck is on your side or curse, Mr. Williams wish to interview you himself" Nicole said after taking her call. What? Double what?? Triple... In fact, a thousand whats!! What does she mean want to interview me himself, why me, why on my turn? "We will just give him a few minutes to join us" she continued like she hadn't dropped a bombshell on me. "Okay" I squeezed out, not wanting to show my fear or the flip flop of my insides. I'm going to be interviewed by Dave Williams! But hey, look on the bright side, I get to meet him, even if I don't get the job I get to see him for real then I will now judge if he is as ugly as the people say. Thinking of my gain with the meeting, I started calming down, it will be a win win, I told myself. After ten minutes, the door opened and in walked a man, I had my head bowed, not knowing the facial expression I should face the big Mr. Dave Williams with, "good morning sir" I heard Nicole greet and waited to hear a man's reply but nothing. I slowly lift up my head, prepared to see an ugly beast, you know, like beauty and the beast, but what I saw, neither my eyes nor my mind was prepared for it. I looked up to see my handsome black devil, a playful smirk was playing on his lips as he noticed my shock, his deep brown eyes filled with amusement, what the fuck? I couldn't find my voice, in fact, my brain doesn't remember how to form words for my mouth to speak. "Ms. Moor, this is Mr. Dave Williams" Nicole introduced and I just wanted to faint right then and die when he stretched out his hand to me. "Pleasure to meet you Ms. Moor" he smiled, his eyes definitely laughing at me with the way it was sparkling, just tell me, can this day get any worse?

I had a fight with my father this morning, like I always do almost every morning, it became a habit that made me stop visiting him and his so called wife. I wouldn't have gone there if he hadn't phoned me this morning asking me to come over, now here I am, boiling in anger only to discover that some nincompoop has parked his car in a space reserved specially for me, I don't know if he was blind or not since he didn't see the sign. My driver left to find him wherever he may be and I just sat in my car doing absolutely nothing.

My mind wondered off to when my mother was still alive, I didn't have so much on my plate then and things weren't so strained between my father and I, we used to be best buddies but that ended when I found out he cheated on my mother. And to my greatest surprise, it happens that my mother already know about the illegitimate son who is two years older than I am and what shocked me more was that they both agreed to hide it from me. I didn't cause a ruckus about it, no, there is a kind of a person I am, whatever I want to do is already in my heart and I couldn't carry on with my anger when I found out about my mother's agreement with my father concerning my step brother and I, but I know he would make trouble and I have always been watchful. My thoughts were disturbed when I noticed something or rather someone checking themselves out on my window, I furrowed my brows when I realized it was a woman, a brunette with bright Hazel eyes, her face was small that I could imagine it fitting into my palms. Her hair was up in a ponytail and a reading glasses framed her little face, I stopped checking her out when I noticed what she was doing, she had her mouth open as she looked around her teeth I believe. Normal me would have wound down my window and sent daggers her away to scare her off like I do every other woman but for some reason, I found her amusing. A deep chuckle left my throat when I watch her pick her nose and I ended up chuckling when she looked deeper into her nose before scurrying off. This mysterious woman has somehow uplifted my mood so I gathered my files and put them into my briefcase. I couldn't wait for Peter, my chauffeur to return as I opened the door and I got down. He can always park the car when he return. I made my way into my building, there was an extra bustling today and I know not why neither do I care, the two elevators were cramped up with a long queue and I stopped not, to know why, they can always manage themselves. I matched straight to the elevator I share with my stepbrother Clark, not that he often uses it, he always prefer to portray the image of an easy going boss so often uses the commercial elevators. I see the comments and praises he receives online but I don't care, he can fool all of them with his façade but not me, I know better, I always does. A little voice calling out to me to hold the door startled me a little but I waved it off, who would dare to ask me to hold the doors for them? But to my utmost surprise, a petite looking hand did hold the door and I waited to see who dared but only to see my mysterious woman, surprise flashed in my eyes but I soon resumed my cold dominance, fighting the urge to continue checking her out from where I left off in my car. She beamed at me but I ignored her, I always ignore ladies especially if I'm not working with them. From the corner of my eye, I noticed she looked rather small and underage, I will say she look eighteen if I'm asked. Her white shirt clung onto her little body and her midnight blue skirt didn't try to hide her exquisite curves, this I noticed when she moved to press her floor on the button. She has a nice ass I must admit and as I watched it move before me, my hand sting with the thought of spanking it, it will really feel good. I stopped my thought, what the hell is wrong with me? I hardly think about a woman like this. All I have always known is that when I'm horny, my assistant Jake arranges one for me in a hotel and she is paid once I leave the room. She has no right to act like she knows me when she sees me or even dare to call my line, none of them has it anyway. So this really is a first. "Hi" I heard a singsong like voice say beside me but I ignored, "are you here for the interview?" I furrowed my brows? Interview? What interview? Ah yes, today is the day for the interview for my secretary? Oh, no wonder the long queue in the reception. I glanced at her briefly to see that she is till looking at me patiently, or rather studying my facial features, "yes" I answered. If she believes I'm here for an interview, why not humor her? "I see. Whose secretary are they looking for anywhere?" She asked. What? She doesn't know whose secretary they are looking for? Then why is she here? I turned then to her, why dear, my secretary of course, I wanted to say but no, this would be fun, I haven't find any woman amusing for a long time now, "I think it's for Dave Williams" I'm pretty sure my eyes are showing my amusement but she doesn't seem to get it. "Are you applying as his secretary too?" "No, I'm not applying as a secretary" I answered, fighting really hard not to smile. "Really, as what then, I thought it was only secretary that was written on the form" I glanced at her to see her thinking, definitely wondering if she had missed an important detail. My smile was now in my throat and if care is not taken, I might end up busting into laughter, something I can't remember when last I did it. I decided to put her off her thoughts by saying "I filled a different form." "Oh, what then?" There was something like relief in her voice. "As an assistant." "For Dave Williams too?" "Yes." She nodded, glancing at the elevator timer while I took the time to study her flawless face, why does she have such effect on me? She turned to me soon and offered her hand to me with a smile, "I will wish you luck, I hope you get the job, I hope I do too because I have been dreaming my whole life to work here." I see. I shook her hand after a second thought to discover it was the softest thing I have ever touched, if I should tighten my grip, I'm pretty sure her fingers would be packed from the floor, "I wish you luck too." She gave me her best smile, gladly accepting my good wishes, "I'm Hazel, I hope to see you around." "Nice meeting you Hazel," I answered, calculating in my mind what she would do if I should say my name, I wanted nothing more but to see that for myself but before I could say anything, the elevator stopped and the doors opened. She smiled, muttering good bye and stepping out. My eyes never leaving her back as the doors closed again. That was interesting, I'm not surprised she doesn't know me, only a few does anyway. The door opened once again this time on my floor, my office is the next floor after the floor she dropped in. I walked out with my thoughts still filled with Hazel, she and her big Hazel eyes. I have every reason to believe her parents named her after her eye color because of how big it is and nothing would suit her better than it. Jake was standing before my office door, definitely waiting for me, I passed the desk that is to belong to my secretary, and I smiled, imagining how she would look while sitting there, "good morning sir," he greeted while I nodded in response, opening my door and entering with him behind me, I went straight to my desk, placing my briefcase on my desk and sitting down on my chair, "the interview has started for the new secretary and Nicole is interviewing the applicants. You have a meeting by twelve and Mr. Clark said to remind you about the lunch this afternoon with Mr. Damien Black" he place some files on my desk for me to look at. "Didn't he say yesterday he would be going for the lunch?" I asked while picking up one of the files. "According to him, Mr. Black said he won't see him without you." I scoffed, I'm not surprise. Even though my brother loves to appear gentle and understanding, our clients always choose to talk to me, the cold and ungentle one. According to him, he said it's because I'm the CEO, that they would like to respect me but I know that's a lie, I'm better than him in business, everybody knows that. Except him. "Fine. Put it in my schedule." "Yes sir" he turned and left the office while I look up, already missing some certain Hazel eyes. I took out a remote from my drawer and turned on the TV in my office, searching through it before stopping and clicking, in a second, the conference room was visible on the big screen and I could see Nicole, my right hand woman some would say, she is the only woman I can tolerate in this life apart from my late mother, she was interviewing a blonde lady who I could see through the television is even fidgeting. Bah, she is not worthy to be my secretary. I dropped the remote and pick up the file I was holding again, my eyes flitting to the TV once in a while. After two hours I think, my eyes went to the TV once more and that's when I saw her, the brunette that I want to see, she was just entering the room, her small face glancing around the room. I had no idea I was smiling but when I did, it only became pronounced as I imagined her face when she sees me as Dave Williams. I pick up my phone and directly called Nicole, telling her to put a hold on her interview that I'm coming down to interview the current applicant. She sounded surprise when she heard me but I didn't bother explaining myself as I hang up the call, stood up and pick up my jacket which I had removed at some point. Walking out of my office, my eyes flitted over to the desk that is soon to be hers, I can't wait to see how she would look sitting there. I matched to the elevator in quick strides, not wanting to keep her waiting for long. When the elevator opened on the floor and I made my way to the conference room, I was surprised at the crowded hallway, I never knew so much applicants were present. There seems to be more to be interviewed after her but too bad for them, they won't even see the inside of my conference room. Some of them recognized me while some has questions in their eyes but all was nothing to me as I pushed opened the big door, my heart gyrating at what her reaction would be. "Good morning sir" Nicole greeted me but my eyes were on her, waiting for her to look up at me and finally she did, the Hazel eyes I tend to recognize very well in merely hours were first amused, surprised and when Nicole continued "Ms. Moor, this is Mr. Dave Williams" it turned into shock and for a moment, I thought she was going to faint but she seems to be stronger than she looks. I took a few steps closer to her and stretched my hand out, "pleasure to meet you Ms. Moor," I smiled, imagining the war that would be going on in her head now.