A Crazy and Vile Woman

‘Oh. Good. Lord!’ I cry in my head.

I can literally feel everything inside of me screaming to duck or maybe open the elevator doors and run away, especially when he gives me a stare.

If not anything, he looks taken aback by my reaction, and that’s when I recall my mouth is open. I close it before it can swallow a fly.

The man standing before me is tall, has broad shoulders, a clean-shaven beard. His hair is sleeked backwards in a Pompadour style and he’s dressed in an expensive grey suit.

I know I shouldn’t be paying so much attention to him, but he is hunky and exudes a powerful aura.

I can’t believe he is the same man I slept with last night.

Although he screams all shades of perfect, I am upset I gave my first time to a total stranger when I wasn't even ready for it. But most importantly, I wonder what he’s doing here at TRANSCORP.

He looks away from me and fixes his gaze on the door as he shoves his hands inside his pants pockets. Clearly, he doesn’t recognize me otherwise he would have had the same reaction as me. Shocked.

Thinking about it now, the room was dim when I walked in at night and I had left this morning before he awoke.

The ding sound from the elevator calls my attention. The door opens and the man steps out.

‘Oh no!’ I think I forgot to press my floor number. I look at the keypad at the elevator, attempting to key it in only to discover it had stopped at the right floor.

My one-night-stand partner came to the same floor?

It doesn’t take me a minute to find the reception desk and when I do, I see the same man from the club standing there and giving out orders to a pregnant woman behind the desk.

“Stella, how many minutes until the interview?” He asks.

“Twenty minutes. Anything I can help you with, Sir?” The woman asks politely.

‘Sir?’ I repeat in my head.

Before I can process what I just walked myself into, I hear him pass an instruction. “Send my lawyer in. I will join you soon.”

My feet take me to the reception desk just as the man leaves. The woman in question, Stella, picks up the telephone. “Hello, Mr. Roberts. Mr. Moore wants you in his office now,” she says and puts the phone down to meet my gaze.

I finally got the name of the man from last night; Mr. Moore. I don’t know if I’m thinking too much, but his name sounds oddly familiar like I’ve heard it from somewhere I can no longer recall.

“Hello, I’m Stella. How can I be of help to you?” Stella disrupts my train of thought with her introduction and I flash her a quick smile.

“Hello, I’m Emily Wilson and I’m here for the Trasncorp CEO’s Personal Assistant position interview,” I reveal.

She gives me a second glance and reaches her hand out. “Your pass,” she demands when I raise a brow in confusion. I hand the neck tag from the front desk to her and she says, “You are the last to arrive.”

A gasp of shock escapes my lips. This is not a good thing – to be the last candidate to arrive for a position I desperately need. It doesn’t show enthusiasm, which is a bad signal.

“Miss Wilson, come with me to the waiting room.” Stella finally steps out from behind the table and leads the way before my brain will burst in worry.

We stop outside the waiting room and she pulls the door open. I follow behind her and shut it.

I see a few other people in the room, all women; one of the requirements to apply for the position.

My gaze moves from one face to the other until it rests on a familiar one. Instantly, my mood drops.

I am by no means happy to see Barbara Collins here. What the hell is she doing here in the first place? She is the same woman that got me fired at my previous firm and here she is this morning at my dream company.

I have no doubts she followed me here on purpose.

“Miss Wilson, please take a seat,” I hear Stella say to me.

I am so angered that I almost roll my eyes, but I hold myself back at the last second.

It might interest you to know that the only empty chair left in the room is the one right next to Barbara. I have no choice but to sit there, so I make my way over.

Can today get any worse than it already has?

As soon as I sit my ass down, I catch the smirk off Barbara’s lips from the corner of my eyes. I do my best to pay her no mind, but she clearly doesn’t like peace.

“I bet you are shocked to see me here,” she says with pride laced in her tone. “I quit my job as soon as I learned you were coming to Transcorp. And I would like to inform you that I’m here to stop you from getting this position. I think there is still time for you to leave honourably if only you know what that means.”

My lashes blink in shock.

I can’t believe Barbara quit her job because of me. This woman is vile and crazy! She chased me out of my previous job and she is here today to stop me from securing the Assistant position here at TRANSCORP.

I am beyond speechless.