Two

As Jasmine arrived at the company of the coldest and richest bachelor in Mexico, she was left speechless in awe. The image of the company she had seen in a magazine couldn't compare to the reality before her. It was enormous and captivating.

Just as she was lost in admiration, a fierce voice abruptly snapped her out of her thoughts.

"What are you doing here?" the voice demanded.

Startled, Jasmine jumped, her gaze meeting the cold eyes of a tall man, sending a shiver down her spine.

"Good day, sir," she greeted him, trying to maintain her composure.

"Why are you arriving at this time, when the interview is almost over?" his harsh voice echoed in her ears once more. She couldn't help but wonder why he couldn't communicate in a friendlier tone. Must he always speak so harshly?

She couldn't be entirely blamed for her lateness. Initially, she hadn't been interested in Andre's offer, but upon considering her mother's and sister's bills, she had a change of heart.

Additionally, she had longed to leave her job as a club dancer, and this opportunity seemed like the perfect way out.

"I apologize, sir. The cab I took encountered a mechanical issue, and I couldn't find an alternative immediately," she explained in a calm tone, trying her best not to sound confrontational as she usually did.

"Okay... Nevertheless, I don't believe you have a chance with the CEO. He despises tardiness, and he won't hire an applicant who arrives late for an interview as his secretary," the man responded.

“Please, sir, I still want to go into the interview hall and give it my best," Jasmine insisted, sounding determined that Donovan would hire her.

"Very well," he acquiesced, pointing her in the right direction.

"Go straight ahead, follow the line, and you'll come across a door. Inside, you'll find the last person waiting for the interview. Join her there," he instructed. Jasmine nodded, expressing her gratitude, and proceeded to follow the given directions.

As Jasmine walked towards the room, she couldn't help but admire her reflection. She felt like a radiant light amid the darkness, her beauty shining through.

Her curves were dangerously alluring, and her body had the power to tempt any man to sin.

"Hurry up! Why did you come late on your interview day?" a man coordinating the applicants questioned her as he noticed her approaching.

Observing the interaction with this man, Jasmine's suspicions were confirmed regarding the rumors about Donovan's aversion to women.

Since entering the company, Jasmine hadn't encountered any other female employees.

"I'm sorry, sir. I got stuck in a traffic jam," she lied to the man, repeating the same excuse she had given earlier.

"The last person is inside with the boss. You will go in after her. Make sure you avoid eye contact with the boss," the man instructed her with an intense expression.

Jasmine couldn't help but wonder why everyone in the company seemed so intimidating and serious. It felt as if she had stepped into a military camp rather than a workplace. She found a spot to wait as instructed, sitting down after acknowledging the man's instructions.

After a while, the door suddenly swung open, and a fair lady emerged from the hall. She looked at Jasmine and signaled for her to enter.

"Your name?"

Donovan's voice dripped with arrogance, leaving Jasmine wondering if she could handle working under someone so arrogant.

"Jasmine Felix," she introduced herself, stating her name as she took a seat on the couch in front of Donovan. Despite his striking appearance, she couldn't bring herself to steal a second glance at the handsome man.

Donovan, on the other hand, possessed all the qualities that any woman would desire in a man, yet there was an underlying sadness about him.

"You don't sit until you are ordered," Donovan sharply remarked, eager to understand the nature of this audacious woman who had taken a seat without permission. He lifted his gaze, and his eyes locked onto Jasmine's.

At that moment, Donovan's expression underwent a noticeable change, his demeanor growing darker as he realized that Jasmine was the unexpected interviewee. He set aside whatever he had been occupied with and directed his full attention toward her.

"Miss Jas," he addressed her, but Jasmine swiftly corrected him, asserting her preference for her full name.

"Jasmine, sir," she clarified.

Donovan brushed off her correction dismissively, his tone dripping with arrogance. He made it clear that the company was not in the business of hiring dancers or body marketers, seemingly unconcerned about the impact his words might have on her. Bluntness seemed to be his default approach.

Jasmine refused to back down. "I'm not here as a dancer," she firmly stated, determined to set the record straight. "Furthermore, being a dancer was not listed as a qualification in the job advertisement. I am here to offer my talent, not to sell my body."

Jasmine spoke through gritted teeth, her anger palpable as she clenched her fists and locked her intense gaze on Donovan.

"Sit down then, and give me your CV," he commanded, attempting to regain control of the situation.

"... A computer science graduate, yet you are selling yourself..." he began, but Jasmine swiftly interrupted him, not allowing him to finish his sentence.

"Sir," she interjected, deliberately cutting him off.

"Hmmm. Why did you think I should employ you as my secretary?" Donovan finally posed his first question.

As Jasmine answered, Donovan's eyes didn't waver from her body; instead, he shamelessly checked her out from head to toe. It was as if he forgot about the interview and was fixated on the beauty she possessed.

Observing his lingering gaze, Jasmine couldn't help but grasp the meaning behind his expression. "It seems it will be easier than I thought if he employs me," she realized, interpreting the desire in his eyes.

"Okay," he muttered, lowering his head in embarrassment, perplexed by his actions. He couldn't comprehend why he had been staring at her body.

"No, it can't be. This is a slut," he murmured, furrowing his brows as he continued the interview, his expression growing darker as if he were a different person from the one who had looked at her with desire.

Donovan bombarded Jasmine with a barrage of questions, and she answered them all confidently. After responding to the final fifteen questions, Donovan abruptly stood up.

"You are intelligent, I must commend," he began, his tone changing once again. "But I don't think a dancer can work as my secretary."

He stretched out his hand towards her for a handshake, offering pleasantries. However, instead of accepting it, Jasmine scoffed and stormed out of the room, consumed by a mix of rage and anger.

As she stepped out of the cab, a wave of anger and embarrassment washed over Jasmine. Never before had a man made her feel so worthless, and Donovan's treatment had deeply affected her.

The term "body marketer" echoed in her mind, intensifying her resentment. All she wanted now was to retreat to her apartment and drown her sorrows in alcohol.

Just then, her phone rang, and she eagerly picked it up, hoping for a distraction, perhaps an opportunity to dance for a VIP at the club.

"Hello," she answered, hoping for a respite from her troubled thoughts. "I thought you weren't interested in my proposal. Anyway, send me your account number for the first payment. How did you do it? Donovan employed you as his secretary, moreover, I heard you went there late," Andre's voice teased on the other end of the line.

“What?" Jasmine exclaimed in disbelief, her excitement mingling with a surge of surprise. She had assumed Donovan wouldn't hire her after their last encounter, but it seemed she had misunderstood.

"Don't be late tomorrow if you want to keep the job," Andre instructed before abruptly ending the call.

"Okay! Okay!" Jasmine shouted in exhilaration, momentarily forgetting her surroundings. She leaped up, feeling butterflies fluttering in her stomach, only to be jolted back to reality by a car horn blaring.

"Sorry," she quickly apologized, bowing her head in embarrassment. Hurriedly, she made her way inside her apartment, eager to strategize and plan for her mission in Donovan's life.

"You'll beg for my attention, Donovan. Let's see what happens."