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~Chapter 3-Mrs Scott

Author: Nuella Ogwu
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I paid the taxi driver and stepped out, coming face to face with a tall sky scrapper that looked like it had a 100 floors within it.

I gulped down hard remembering I forgot to be nervous this morning when I was getting ready. Against my better judgement I had decided to come to the address that was under the card handed to me by the man with hazel eyes.

I didn't even know his name!

Was this a bad idea?

I really needed the money after all and what could possibly go wrong?

I pushed away all the negative and possibly logical thoughts about this away as I clasped my hands tightly on the hand of my bag and walked in through the revolving doors of the sky scrapper.

Immediately I stepped inside I was hit with a cool and subtle aura

"Good morning miss, i was given this card?"

I approached the woman I had spotted behind a table. She looked neat with her white, wrinkle free shirt and her black penciled skirt, she had her hair packed in a tight bun. When she finally looked up from her computer I immediately felt myself shrink under her gaze. She was as beautiful as a model, I suddenly felt so out of place

"Okay let me have a look-"

She took the card from my hand and examined it turning it around to reveal a name I hadn't seen earlier on Raymond

" Oh yes, you are expected on the 81st floor. There you're interview will commence, here" she handed me back two cards. The second one was harder and seemed to be made of some kind of metal.it had a QR code on it.

"Use this card to access the elevators and when you're done please return it" she gave me a straight smile and I said my thanks before walking to the elevator..

The doors were slowly closing and I was thankful I was alone in here, at least I would be able to calm my nerves. I had just realised my palms were sweaty and my heart was beating more furiously. My body was reacting like I was taking a ride to my doom, stupid nerves!

Why was I even here again?

"Wait!" I heard someone yell from the other side of the elevator door before it closed. I panicked, pushing the stop button way more times than I needed to. The doors finally opened to reveal a brunnette dude with tons of bags and papers in his hands, looking a mess His round glasses sagged at the tip of his nose as his curls framed his forehead, he rushed inside and I pushed in my floor button when I was certain he had gotten properly situated beside me.

"Thank you" I heard his raspy voice from just a few inches beside me

"Your welcome" I sent him the sweetest smile I could fake and turned back to face the doors. I nibbled on my lower lip and fiddled with my hands, trying my best to control my nerves.

They were going through the roof right now.

"The name's Sebastian, I don't think I've seen such beau-

I mean you around here"

There went my little hope that this would be a quiet elevator ride.

I turned to him letting my smile fall.

"Hi Seb, I'm Jasmine and no it's my first day here. Actually here for an interview, not gonna stick around"

I turned back to the doors as I watched the number switch from 75 to 76.

Can't this fucking elevator go any faster!

I groaned, was this elevator trying to kill me!

I always got annoyed and easily irritated when I was nervous. I never knew how to deal with them.

"Here"

I turned to my side to see the brunnette guy now Sebastian holding out to me a bottle of water. I stared from the bottle to his face with a confused look.

What did he want me to do with-

"For your nerves, trust me cold water helps" he gave me an encouraging smile as I accepted it and downed half the bottle in less than a minute.

"Hope your interview goes well, see you arounf" he said with a smile as a ding sounded in the background, followed by the elevator doors slowly opening and Sebastian walking out not before throwing me a wink.

I walked into a lobby to see a woman around the corner sitted behind a table, dressed the same way as the lady from downstairs.

"I'm here for the-"

"Yes the interview, the room is just around the corner to your left, you can't miss it"

She spoke without looking away from the computer screen in front of her.

Okay....

I took in a deep breath and approached the see through door that was different from all others.

I gulped down hard as I pushed open the door.

πƒπ€πŒπŽπ

"I'm really sure about this one Damon, she's a striking beauty, unlike any other you'd ever see, she's really sexy too. There's just something about her that you won't be able to resist I'm sure"

I stared at her file and the picture of the girl in here was definitely beautiful, gorgeous even.

I read her name out loud

"Jasmine Scott"

Age: 21

Height: 5'4

"You can't expect me to give a girl, I know nothing about a job just because you find her sexy and attractive Raymond"

This was definitely not the first time he had done this. The last few girls he brought were all sluts, they were so unbearable and irritating. I couldn't even stand them for 2 second let alone making them my personal assistant.

"She's already on her way sir and I know I haven't been the best at judgement prior to this moment but she's different,trust me. I want this one, she's the one for me sir"

Is he serious right now?

I am not going to waste my time entertaining a slut when I have better things to do.

Where did he even find her?

He is over selling this, yes I fuck with some off them but that's it. One night and that's all, but I didn't want to entertain this idea any more. "No call her off"

I'm going to kill him

" hello, a-am I in the right place?"

An angelic voice cut me off and I stared at the girl with milky brown hair walk discreetly into my office, her light foot steps putting me into a trance.

"Sir, sir?"

I put down the phone refusing to let my gaze leave this girl, afraid I would just wake up from a dream.

Her brown milky curls were pulled up into a loose bun as some strands framed her perfect youthful olive face. Her big dark eyes stared back at me and I could feel a knot forming in my chest. It was like she was seeing right into me, her gaze was penetrating into mine.

She was perfect, everything about her was perfect. Raymond's words and her picture did absolutely no justice to her beauty. Her face was rosy red as she stared down at her two feet, she nervously played with her fingers and nibbled on her lower lip. An action that didn't go unnoticed by me, I watched her lips shamelessly as she pursed them, momentarily sucking on them.

She stared at me, definitely intimidated as I got unto my feet.

I came face to face with her, towering over her petite figure, careful I wasn't completely overshadowing her.

"Ms Scott, it's not very polite to walk into someone's office without knocking" I spoke in a calm and subtle tone, my voice coming out deeper than intended as I stared down at her.

"M-my apologies s-sir"

Her angelic voice came through in barely a whisper as the word rolled off her lips so naturally. I don't think anyone has ever called me sir that way before, it was like she gave it a new meaning.

She was perfect, everything I wanted and didn't even know I did

Sorry Raymond, but Ms Scott is mine.

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