Charlotte sat in the waiting lounge nervously. "Don't be silly, you've been to tons of interviews, there is absolutely nothing to worry about." She told herself. She couldn't decide why were her nerves getting so jumpy. Would it be that Seth introduced this to her and she wants to make him proud? Or is it the fact that this company is one of the Top 10 corporations in the world? Who is she kidding? A fresh graduate aiming for the Top Stressed-out Job and the Most Likable Job to-make-you-look-10-years-older-in-just-10-days? She doesn't hope for much, she just wants a stable job to make through at least 5 years until she finds someone who's willing to marry her.
If Nicholas would know that this is what she hoped for right now, he would spank the shit out of her. The Charlotte that everybody knew would not think like this, THE Charlotte would want to have a high pay, highly recognized career. She would want her face to appear on the Cosmopolitan magazine featuring the Most Successful Woman of the Year or on Vogue focusing on the Fashionable Woman On Top that every girl wants to be. Well, face it wise guys, after one year of slumbering, that is the last thing she hoped for.
"Charlotte Dixon?"A lady with bright yellow colored lips called out her name. She was sure she had an unbelievable and astonished expression on when the yellow creepy lady gave her an annoying scowl and ushered her to a chic designed meeting room. There's two cups of water on the long meeting table, each accompanied with a blue pen and a piece of A4 sized blank paper with a company stamp. Charlotte smoothed her skirt as she sits. Nicholas picked out her outfit last night, fearing that she might wear some weird low cuts again. She scanned the room, simple yet trendy is enough to describe it. No messy arrangements, no extra furniture, you can actually see that each piece has its own call.
A handsome young man walked in the room with a glass of iced coffee. Charlotte stood up to greet him, but he waved motioning her to sit. He added the cup of water on the table into his iced coffee and sat next to her, well, right next to her. "So, what's up?" He took a sip of his diluted coffee, looking quite satisfied with the taste and turned to face her. Judging from his one-button black suit covering his plain green T-shirt and his slim jeans, she automatically categorized him under the rich owner's snobbish son who decided to come in today and mess with everybody.
"I came for an interview with Alexander Evans, is he in?" She asked politely.
"Well you're looking right at him." Alexander smiled, he looked neutral over Charlotte's confusion as if he used to be mistaken as somebody else.
"Oh, umm, sorry, you don't look like...umm..." Charlotte stumbled over her own lines.
"Don't look like what CEOs supposed to look like huh? I don't like to be...normal, I like to, you know, I have my style." He spun around and walked towards the chair on the opposite side of the table. He took out his Iphone and started swiping through a bunch of emails, then he settled on one that titled: 'To an old friend, for an old friend'.
"Charlotte Dixon, 22, 167cm, 48kg, responsible, dedicated, determined, strong will, fast learner and most importantly, charming. Cute picture you have there." Alexander showed her the email, apparently it's from Seth. She never sent anyone pictures of herself, and of course not to Seth after their break up, that picture was dated 2 years ago. "You look different, but better. I guess lil Seth didn't exaggerate about you being charming." Alexander put down his Iphone and looked at her. Her layered hair is at her breast level, it's fluffy but not too much, way different from her shoulder length straight hair from that picture. Her make-up made her look sexy but not available either. Mysterious, suave and chic, he liked her.
"Don't be so tense, I won't eat you Charlotte, well maybe just a nibble, have a drink, loosen up." Charlotte was not sure how water could loosen her nerves, but she gulped down a mouthful only to choke herself up. Her throat was burning and she desperately looked for something cool to relieve the burn. Alexander passed her his iced coffee which she drank all of it.
"You serve vodka to your interviewees?" Now she understood why he added the 'water' to his iced coffee, it was never water.
"Puppies. I call them puppies, not interviewees. Vodka's good, it loosen things up, I got some of my dates with its help." Alexander picked on the ice left in his glass and popped one into his mouth. "Come on, we have tons of work to do." He held the door open for her, she swiftly picked up her belongings and followed him across the office. The cubicles were neatly displayed, enough room for everyone and spaces for people to move around. The seats were not designed for comfortable long hour seating. It's obvious he wants his staffs to mingle around with its sofa lounge and expensive coffee machine placed at the center of the office.
Charlotte walked into his private corner office and saw the most beautiful scenery of her life, the best you can get for an office cubicle situated in a concrete jungle. The French windows showed the roof top garden of the luxury condominium right next to the office building. There's a cupid fountain, rows and rows of Judas tress and multi-colored blooming flowers all over the garden. Alexander helped her remove her jacket and placed it on the red coat rack, he did the same to his suit. Charlotte examined his cubicle after her awe about the garden next door. He had a large walnut wood table filled with unique picture holders, each with different faces of beautiful girls. His first name was etched on a 3/8 inch clear glass with chipped edges, it's classically gorgeous. A black ergonomic office chair was placed back facing the scenery. A slightly smaller cherry wood desk was placed next to his table which forms a 'L' shape together. The same ergonomic chair was behind it.
"This is where I sit?" Charlotte stood next to the cherry wood desk, assuming she was already hired since he acted so.
"Yea, you can decorate it however you like, just make sure you have enough spaces for your essentials. I'll have Amy bring in the stuffs you'd need." He paged Amy through the Intertel, which looked like an elegant black house phone with a lot of buttons. Charlotte thought it was complicated until she saw hers, it was filled with different buttons with different functions with so many numbers on it she could hardly see what color the phone was.
The girl with the yellow lipstick came in with a bunch load of books, apparently she's Amy. A sweet name paired with a creepy lady, not good. She placed all the materials with a thump on Charlotte's new desk, and left hastily. Charlotte looked through the stack and find a few empty diaries, files of customer profile, company profile, beautiful girls profile, accounts, numbers, pictures and finally she laid her hands on a bulky ring file titled Alexander Evans. Inside are all his information, food preference, allergies, fashion style, philosophies, rivals, best friends, families, and so much more.
"So umm, I'm supposed to know all these, Mr. Evans?" Charlotte asked sheepishly.
"Yes, it's essential, you are not only my business secretary, but my personal secretary as well, which means you'd follow me everywhere, to business conferences, business meetings, cocktail parties, family meetings, occasional sex dates, et cetera. You have 1 week to familiarize with all the profiles in there, after that, no more references to the books. Any additional data later on will be added by Amy, don't worry about that. Dress code, you're fine with what you have on right now, but I'd prefer low cut outfits, you have the assets, and you have to show them off. And not too formal, wear what you are comfortable with, but revealing as I said earlier. Always keep a formal set of attire in the office just in case. We have a closet right there in the corner. And oh, call me Xan, I love it when hot chicks call me that, it turns me on." Charlotte hoped he's kidding on the 'turn him on' part, she's not here to replay the scenes in porn videos where the secretary hits on the boss on the large wooden desk.
"Anything you'd like to know more?" Alexander asked.
"Not at the moment, but I might have doubts in the future if you don't mind." Charlotte said without looking up from his profile.
"Cool. We have vodka in the closet as well if you decided that you need some boosts aite? I'm fine with alcohol at work, it makes us more creative don't you think?" Alexander walked towards the closet and pulled out a bottle of Van Gogh vodka and poured it into 2 rock glasses. He added ice into one of them which he took from the mini refrigerator hidden under a beige cloth. He then handed the one with the ice to Charlotte.
"Welcome aboard to The Mitch Corporation, Charlotte Dixon. I hope we'll have a wonderful time together and I truly hope that you won't run away from me within a month. Cheers!" They gave a toast to that and finished the wonderful diluted vodka to the last drop.
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