Opposites Attract

Anastasia POV

''Ana, hurry up, you're going to be late!'' My sister, Alexis echoed through the door. Roughly sighing, I closed the bathroom lights and head out from my bedroom.

''Do I look okay?'' I asked nervously, brushing my pink blouse in a speed motion.

''You look fine, " She tucked my hair behind my ear and fixed my glasses a bit.

I nodded slowly and respond ''I don't think I can do it.''

''You can, okay? You will get the job, can you please stop overthinking?''

''I'll try."

''Relax Ana. Everything's going to be okay. Here are my keys. Drive safe, and dinner is at six.'' I mouthed 'thank you' to Alexis and walked out of the apartment.

Today is the day that I am going to be interviewed at the Lange Corporations by the one and only millionaire Fabian Lange.

Lange Corporations is a multi-millionaire company that's well known for their exquisite fashion collections here in Tallahassee, FL. The company is also a client of Calvin Klein and C.L. Enterprise NYC.

Very chic, trendy, and full of colors.

I'm so fucking nervous, I really think that I'm going to pee in my pants. I haven't been so nervous for a while, just thinking about trying to get into Lange spark my skin, releasing a domino effect of goosebumps all over my body.

If I don't get in, I'm screwed.

It's my only way to be a fashion stylist at this luxurious company. It has been a dream of mine to be part of it and I know there are many fashion companies I could be with; but this, this is my chance to own my career to my full potential.

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Arriving at the Corporations, I went to the receptionist at the front desk who was gossiping like there's no tomorrow. Her blonde hair was pulled back tightly to the point that you could see her scalp.

Poor girl.

She smacked her gum loudly and gave me that "what the fuck you want" look.

"How can I help you?" She said, smacking her gum again.

"M.. my... name is Anastasia, I'm here for the interview of the-"

"The collections? Right?" She interrupted.

Nodded slowly I let out a soft chuckle and cleared my throat anxiously. She smacked her gum once again that made me cringe at the rapid motion of chewing on her gum.

"Ohh, Anastasia Washington. I see you have an appointment with Mr.Lange at nine. Come with me." She waddled around the desk and walked her way out from the door on the left side.

She gestured "come here" and continue to walk her way to the elevator. Immediately entering in, she pressed level 6 to escalate to Mr.Lange's office.

There, we were able to meet on the floor as she made me sat down on the couch waiting for an approval from her to meet Mr.Lange.

There were so many people on this floor walking back and forth, coming in different areas around. There were a few people next to me sitting across of the double doors of Mr.Lange's office.

I'd assume that they're here for an interview since they all have a file in their hands. The short-bald man who is sitting next to me looks so nervous, he continued to recite his words and repeatedly looked at his resume file.

I don't blame him though. I don't know much of Mr.Lange but from I've seen from different magazines he's like any typical millionaire bad boy you hear and see on TV.

According to Vogue, he only had three real girlfriends that lasted for about one to two years. He cares about business and only his business. He's stoic; doesn't show emotions to his employees or anyone particularly in his business. Plus, the People Magazine calls him "The Baddest Millionaire In Florida"

Double doors burst through across from me that made me jolt in fear. A girl with fair skin and ginger hair was crying, uncontrollably as she made it to the elevator. She took a quick look back at me and I noticed there was snot dripping down on her nose.

Ew, what the...

What did he say to that girl?

Omg is he that mean?

"Anastasia?" The receptionist said to me.

Snapping my head to her she gave me that signal to go inside of the office to meet Mr.Lange.

Stepping inside, I couldn't resist but to play with my thumbs nervously. The door close behind me in a sharp motion that I jump a little.

Clearing my throat lightly, I took tiny steps to make it to the black chair in front of the table

Clearing my throat lightly, I took tiny steps to make it to the black chair in front of the table. His back was turned away from me not making any eye-contact with me, glaring hard through the glass window.

"Ex... excuse me, I'm here for my interview, " I said in a soft tone.

He took a deep sigh and finally turn his body to me. I widened my eyes and couldn't believe how handsome this guy was in person.

Brown hair, blueish-greenish eyes. His shoulders are broaden toned out around his upper body. Light scruffy bread, pink lips, perfect in every angle of his appearance.

"Hand me your file, " he said. His deep voice sends me goosebumps around my arms causing me to feel anxious to pull out my file. I hand him my file as he took it away from me in a light motion.

He sat down, scoots up closer and said: "Let's get started."

Fabian POV

"Get the fuck off of me!" I barked, shoving my hands away from Taylor's hands. She was wheezing, coughing rigidly while I crossed my arms together, aggravated to her.

I can't believe it.

She cheated on me.

Me? Who the fuck does she think she is? I'm not a side bitch!

"Please. Fabian. I'm so... sa.."

"Sorry?! For what?!" I replied, gritting my teeth and glaring at Taylor with agitation. She continued to sniff hard and shake her hands trying to touch me for empathy.

"I didn't mean to I swear."

"Bullshit. Everyone knows about this! It's even on The Wendy Williams Show!"

"Fabian. Please! I swear, I was drunk and accidentally kissed Angel, " she replied, referring to her ex-boyfriend Angel. Angel was such a bitch to Taylor. He was so controlling and rude, calling her a bitch making her feel super insecure about herself.

But for me? No. I never did that. I may be a bit stoic but I treated Taylor like a real girlfriend. Paying for her nails, taking her on my business trips to Seattle, Miami, and Los Angeles, listening to her gossip stories about her girlfriends.

I met Taylor through B.W.'s twentieth annual fashion show. She was one of the "It girls" in the show that caught my attention quickly.

I got the chance to talk with her at the after party and eventually made plans to see each other from time to time. Since then, we've been together for eleven months and two days.

I gave her the world, showing her off like a princess. Yet, she played me like I'm a piece of used toy.

And they say that men ain't shit. Tsk!

"I've waisted almost a year with you. I can't believe I thought you saw something in me like no one else does-"

"- I do! I really do baby!"I placed my index finger to her face, indicating that I had enough of her talking for the day.

"Get the fuck out of here, " I said in my deep voice.

"Fabian!"

"Now!" I yelled. Her lips trembled rapidly and she begins to snot slowly from her nose. I gave her that disgusted look and turned my back away from her.

She finally left the room as I continued to look through the mirror. From here, you could see the entire city of Tallahassee. High buildings, traffic, and people on the streets swarming around like little ants below.

I still couldn't wrap my mind how I got played from Taylor. If anything, I'd thought I would be the reckless one in the relationship since the past two didn't turn out so well.

But she proved me wrong.

"Mr.Lange your nine o'clock is here, " said Jenny, my receptionist. She was smacking her gum forcefully with a loud pop at the end to get my attention.

I absolutely hate when she does that. She sounds like a cow.

"Okay."

"Oh and I rescheduled the meeting for tomorrow afternoon."

"Good, now spit out your gum." She scoffed lightly knowing I was paying attention to that irritating sound of her chewing on the damn gum.

Jenny left the room leaving me alone once again. I let out a soft sigh and ran my fingers through my hair in frustration.

A few seconds later I heard the door shut in a sharp motion and I knew that I have to deal with this interview with a woman.

I could sense her coming forward to sit down on the black chair, preparing to meet me for the first time.

"Ex... excuse me, I'm here for my interview, " She said in a soft tone. That soft tone caught my attention and I couldn't resist but to see who the girl was.

Turning around, I saw the girl sitting down and nervously smiled at me when I walked towards my gray chair.

She was... gorgeous in a nerdy way. She had prescription glasses, a pink blouse that toned out her upper body. Her

Lips were small yet it fitted her perfectly. Brown skin, lioness hair with a beauty mark on the side of her cheek.

''Handle me your file, '' I said to her. She pulls out her file from her bag and hands it over to me. Lightly, I took the file away from her and begin to examine her resume.

Anastasia Marie Washington

Class of 2013 in Highschool

23 years old.

Graduated from Florida State in 2017 in Business

Has interned as a stylist for Tommy Hilfiger for the past two years. Traveled to Miami, Paris, Maui, and Seattle.

Repeatedly, I kept looking back and forth to her and her headshot photo down on the resume.

What is she? Hannah Montana?

One the photo, she looks so fucking gorgeous and quite different. Her makeup is glowy, hair straightened all the way, and that smile, my goodness is so radiant and very attractive.

In person, she's different. I can sense the same features from her up close and from the headshot but it confuses the hell out of me.

Is she too shy to embrace how beautiful she is? Or what?

Whatever the case is... I'm sure the next day she's going to turn into some Cinderella here at the corporations.

''Hired, '' I said to her. Her eyes widened, brows arch in confusion to without even giving her an actual interview. She was stammering her words to say thank you but couldn't put the pieces together to why I'd her on the spot.

''I'm... confused, just like that?''' She questioned.

''Yes, just like that.''

''But, why?''

''Well, you have an exquisite taste in your experience with Tommy Hilfiger, which is a really high-end company across the world. You've traveled to many places, I'm sure you've gained some knowledge and experience when you were an intern...''

''...You're not going to ask me why is it important for me to work here? Or... make you convince me to be part the stylist position..''

"I don't ask rhetoric questions during an interview. If I see something that I like, that impresses me, I want it.

''So...''

''You're hired.''

''-But..''

''Ms.Washington, you're hired.''

She mouthed ''okay'' and got up from the chair, walking slowly to the door. After she left, I went back to the file and continued to stare at her headshot photo on the right side.

She's fucking gorgeous...

''Anastasia'' I whispered.

Anastasia POV

"Just like that?!" Alexis muffled while eating a steak. I was back at my apartment eating steak with Alexis and talked about how my interview went.

I was in shock, not knowing what else to say when Fabian hired me on the spot. If anything I would've thought he'd asked me questions like ''why is important for me to work there?'' ''what inspires me to become a fashion stylist?'', regular common interview questions.

I couldn't believe I met Fabian Lange in person. He's actually very handsome.

In magazine covers, I've always witnessed how well he fitted in those suits, boxers, running gear, etc. His attraction in the magazines, the way he smirks lightly from the side, it causes me to be hypnotized to his handsome self.

"Coming from Fabian though? I heard he's very picky about hiring an employee. But, he was more interested in my experience with Tommy Hilfiger and my visits to different countries, " I said, cutting my steak then dipping into my steak sauce.

"Mph, " Alexis responded. Suddenly, Alexis's alarm went off from her phone which notifies her that it was time for her to go to work.

She licks on her fingers quickly, quaffed her lemonade drink and went out from the door.

I was to myself in the apartment, washing the dishes, cleaning the rooms, vacuuming, and reorganizing my closet.

After hours of cleaning and reorganizing, I took a warm shower, rinsing off my hair and shaved every part of my body.

Having a deep cleaning in your body is so renewing, it feels like you're living in a paradise island with a drink in your hand, listening to the waves crashing on the shore and the sound of the birds chirping in a thrilling tone.

I was out from the shower feeling refreshed from my deep cleaning earlier. I switched to my VS black sleep romper and placed my hair in a high bun. Then, I placed my pillows on my bed and started to take a deep sleep for the day.

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The sound of my alarm went off loudly from my side of the bed. I checked my phone and realized I literally slept the whole day yesterday after my interview with Fabian Lange.

It was already eight in the morning an I got myself up from the bed to prepare for the day at Lange Corporations. After pampering, I went to the closet and took out my chose my outfit to wear on my first day at the corporations.

After spraying my perfume, I went over to the kitchen area and took a couple of bites of the pancakes that Alexis made

After spraying my perfume, I went over to the kitchen area and took a couple of bites of the pancakes that Alexis made.

"Why don't you stay longer and eat the whole meal?" Alexis said, turning off the stove and placed the bacon on a plate.

"I would but I'm going to be late for the first day."

"Alright, make sure you drive safe, traffic was so chaotic the other day."

"Don't worry I'll be fine."

I took the keys off from the counter and went to the car in the front entrance. Reversing, I drove my way out to the corporations exactly the same time as yesterday.

I went over to the receptionist again, who was gossiping on the phone and chewing on her gum.

She let out a huge pop noise and snorted so loud to the conversation she was having on the phone.

I cleared my throat lightly and knocked my knuckles on the desk numerous times. She paused and smacked her gum again placing her phone call on hold.

"How can I help you?" She smacked again.

Jesus, that smacking is so fucking annoying.

"I need to see Fabian Lange."

She clicked on the phone, ending the conversation and started to set up a pass for me to get it to Fabian.

After printing, she hands me a lanyard with a pass of my name on it.

"Same area as yesterday, make sure you knock before you enter, " she said.

"Thank you.. uhhhh.."

"Jenny."

"Right, Jenny." She smiled again adding a pop as I went over to the elevator and went Fabian's office.

There, I knocked on the door couple of times before it was open. A light creak slowly comes out from the door which made me stepped into the room quickly.

He was in his chair with papers in his hand and scrambled all over on his desk. I sat down on the same chair, waiting for him to say something.

"You're a bit early, " he said, targeting his eyes at mine.

"Just wanted to show a good impression, " I said with a soft smile.

He passed me a file with a pen and started to instruct me on how to fill out my paperwork here at the corporations.

I looked down at the paper that was marked: Fashion Stylist Executive, Lange Corporations

"Executive?" I questioned him.

He arched his brows to me as I did the same wondering why the hell I got into this position. I wanted to be a regular fashion stylist for this company but didn't plan on wanting to become an executive.

"Surprised?" He said.

"Yeah, I mean... I'm not qualified for this position, I just wanted a standard position for fashion styling."

"As I said earlier, if I like something, I want it. And obviously, you have proven to impress me with your resume and intern experience with Tommy Hilfiger."

"So... I just got the spot?"

"Yeah you did, " he said, taking a sip of his coffee and leans back to his chair.

"Okay, " I whispered, giving him back my paperwork.

We both stood up at the same as he escorted me to my personal office right next door from his office.

It was similar to his, a bit smaller but quite similar.

"Meeting is at twelve, all of this equipment is for you and yours to keep. Don't worry about the phone, I'm paying for it, " he said, while I was scanning my hands on my white marble desk.

I looked down on the desk at the mini-iPad, iPhone X, MacBook Pro, and a couple of notebooks with pencils and pens.

To my left, there were black small cabinets with a marble counter below. Adding with a 72-inch TV, a small L-shaped couch with two neon pink bean bags, and a mini refrigerator.

"Thank you, " I said, sitting on the edge of the table.

"You're welcome."

"Apply a cold spoon or Aloe Vera to the sore spot." I jumped off from the table and let out a soft snicker to Fabian.

"Wait, what are you talking about?" He said to me as halt by the door.

I turned around to him and said: "You have a hickey."