THREE

DAMON

The boss was really ugly. He had many bumps of pimples on his face that I just had to feel a shiver run down my spine.

Okay...

My stupid imagination was at work again. I wasn't even in the office yet. After about five elevator rides, we were yet to reach the boss's office.

Damn!

TIANOR is really huge. It's bigger than I thought it was and the environment was also amazing. Serene, colourful, and, beautiful... The company would be a good place to work.

The elevator soon stopped and it vomited the woman and me. When she faced me, a grin was planted on her lips and I gave her a hesitant smile in return. But then, she also wore a flirting look...

Oh, now I get it.

I am a twenty-five-year-old handsome dude, so women can't help but admire me.

While it is a good thing to be admired, the look in the woman's eyes was starting to make me feel extremely uncomfortable.

As my sight darted toward the space ahead, the woman stretched her long, slender hand, asking for a handshake.

"Hey, my name is Camilla."

I took her hand and was soon having fun squishing her soft hand.

"What is your..." I squeezed her hand again as she asked her question. "...name?"

 After another squish, I finally released her hand.

"Damon," my firm voice responded.

"Well Damon, it is nice to meet you." I did not miss how her voice sounded more sultry.

I smiled at her as my eyes darted across the room. There were no doors in sight, just walls painted with a nice shade of blue.

As I gave the flirting and probably horny lady in front of me a narrowed look, I started to think she brought me there to seduce me into having a sexual intercourse kind of interview with her.

"I thought your boss wanted to see me," I queried her and she frowned like the word, 'boss', was bad news.

"I should get you to the office." She suddenly replaced her frown with a blank look. With her sudden seriousness maintained, her legs took a right turn toward the wall in that direction and I wondered what she was up to.

"Uh, Camilla, where are you going?"

"The boss's office." She didn't glance my way when she gave that curt reply.

But, when we reached the end of the room, she turned and faced me.

"I'll let the boss know you are here."

I was about to recommend Dr. Manor, my mother's therapist to her when I saw her slightly push the wall open.

Just like how the entrance to secret rooms in certain movies worked, the wall slid open and displayed a space wide enough for a person to pass through.

Camilla entered and left me to wonder why the CEO would want to hide his or her office from plain sight.

It was a good move though. The secret room had a good feel to it as well.

But it was still somewhat creepy.

Soon, Camilla walked out of the room. When she urged me to go in, I composed myself and dragged myself out of my many thoughts.

 I walked past the door, the document file in my hands pressed against my lower abdomen, and I admonished myself to make great use of the golden opportunity I was about to have.

I cannot afford to mess up.

I finally went past the door which didn't have hinges or door marks on its other side. It was just a wall that could be flipped.

Soon, I looked ahead. The room my footsteps advanced into had a rich look to it. It was not the usual, simple kind of office. This one was highly furnished with expensive items. One odd thing I observed as I walked past three sets of couches arranged in an L-shape was the repetitive use of the colours; red, black, and white.

As my mind refused to be bothered by the decoration choice of another human, my eyes darted to the left and I saw the colossal television attached to the wall and I suddenly felt uneasy.

I don't know why, but I felt little as I walked further and further into the spacious room.

 My slow paces soon led me into the second part of the large room which was separated from the first space by beaded curtains, and while my body shivered slightly in response to the intense cool air in the room, I noticed a figure standing beside a leather office chair which was undoubtedly expensive just like the entire room was.

This person had their hair up in a bun and I noted their height. Beside me, the individual's height would be dismissed. I would be taller.

But I was yet to decipher the gender of the individual because of the huge leather jacket resting on the person's shoulder.

"Hello. Good day," I finally greeted when my footsteps came to a halt.

"Sit." It was a feminine voice that replied to me.

I followed the instruction and sat on one of the chairs facing the bigger seat and waited patiently.

The jacket soon fell and revealed a feminine body dressed in a well-fitted, short red gown with padded shoulders. Once the woman in front of me turned, something about me changed.

My hands instantly felt heavy, the corner of my eyes twitched and I fell into some kind of trance. I could not, for the love of my life, take my eyes off her.

If she were the very Medusa, God knows I would have turned into stone.

She was so pretty. And this was not a make-up-induced prettiness.

No, it was not make-up.

Her face was definitely bare yet it radiated strongly. Her eyes suggested tenderness, her honey-like eyes gave her an unrivaled, special beauty.

Her lips drew a smile and that made me realize how young she looked.

"Damon," she called my name softly. It was rolled out carefully and sort of seductively. It almost sounded like a whisper... A sweet whisper that pulled me out of the unexpected trance I was in.

I soon cleared my throat when I recalled why I was there. After adjusting my position and as I urged myself to avoid staring at her too much, I said, "Miss, I am here to meet the CEO."

One of her full brows was raised and a smirk played on her lips which were fuller on the lower part. When she graciously had her seat, the fingers on her right hand began up-down movements, as if they were creating a melody on an invisible musical instrument.

"Miss..." I called again.

"My name is Selena." Her voice was as soft as the look on her face.

"Miss Selena. Can I please meet the CEO now?" I pleaded as though it would get hard for me to leave the office as time increased. It actually felt like something like that would happen.

The more seconds passed, the more I felt pulled by her presence.

And because it is the first time such would happen to me, I consider it a huge deal and a warning.

So yes, I needed to run out of that place as soon as possible. Well, that is after I get what I want.

"Since you asked, I'll go straight to the point. I am the CEO you seek."

My jaw almost fell as my forehead jerked with slight surprise. The sight of my perplexity must have pleased her as another smile covered her face.