His Identity

No matter the level of anger currently swirling in my chest like a jolt of electric current, I refuse to utter a word to Barbara Collins.

It is hard for me to pretend to be unaffected by the revelation she just made, and I am almost about to lose my mind by merely sitting next to her.

The air she breathes constitutes a lot of nuisance to me, and I personally think it should be cut off. Permanently.

I grit my teeth and keep my gaze on Stella who is standing behind a podium sorting through some files.

As we had earlier uploaded our resumés while applying for this vacant position through the mail, we were not required to come for the interview with any other document besides our ID. This is why I had no reason to go straight home from the club to pick anything.

“Good morning, everyone,” Stella greets, immediately calling our attention to her. “As I earlier introduced myself, I am Stella, the current personal assistant, the position you all are vying for.”

‘Oh!’ I mouth. I thought she was the secretary or something when I first met her behind the receptionist's desk.

“I am seven months pregnant and will be going on maternity leave next month, so for the one month I still have left, I will be training the next personal assistant to Mr. Moore. This is…”

The rest of the words Stella says next fades out as I try to connect the dot. The Mr. Moore she mentioned is the man I rode the elevator with this morning and slept with last night.

Wait a minute. I take a deep breath and try to calm my tensed nerves but it’s hard, especially when it dawns on me that I’m vying for the position of personal assistant to my one-night-stand partner.

I can say over and over again that I have never been this out of breath in my life or this kind of predicament before. It feels like I’m entering straight into a coma if I don’t get a hold of myself soon.

I don’t know how long I’m out of it when it still feels like a blood vessel has ruptured in my brain.

I catch the rest of the words out of Stella’s mouth when I finally recover and still reeling in the aftershock.

“Out of the one hundred and twenty candidates who applied for this position, just sixteen of you made it to this stage and only one person will be given the opportunity to replace me. Today, Mr. Moore and I will be conducting the interview.”

Barbara claps her hands excitedly and I almost don’t hold back rolling my eyes at her.

I wonder what is so special about her happiness when I’m over here dying of the kind of trouble I plunged myself into.

“I know most of you are surprised about the new changes, especially in regards to the CEO position,” Stella says as she patiently meets our gazes one after the other. “Mr. Christopher Moore is the new CEO of Transcorp. He officially resumed this position a few days ago. His inauguration ceremony hasn’t happened yet but will come later in the future.”

I learn it’s the reason no official records about him have been publicized yet. As Stella fills us in about Christopher Moore, I learn a shocking discovery. He was elected as the new CEO of TRANSCORP by the Board of Directors after his uncle and founder of the company Fedrick Moore endorsed him instead of his own son.

I smell a strong family feud here. All is not well.

Stella doesn’t get to finish the rest of her introduction when the man of the hour walks in. Everyone inhales a sharp breath catching sight of that handsome face worth drooling for. Including me.

I get a better look at Christopher Moore and discover something new. His golden-brown eyes are deep and expressive. And when I stare a little longer, his eyes meet mine.

Instantly he shoves his hands into his pants pockets and narrows his gaze down at me. My heart skips a beat as my intrusive thoughts start to kick in. I wonder why he is staring at me like that and suddenly a thought drops in my heart.

I recall him asking Stella to send his lawyer in. Perhaps, it has something to do with the ‘entanglement in the sheet’ at the club? Or maybe he recognizes me?!

The moment I think so, my gaze widens in fright and my bladder constricts. I think I need to pee.