CHAPTER FOUR

Chapter four

Dave

Hazel took my hand but didn't look up at me neither did she shake my hand with much enthusiasm as before. I turned to Nicole who was now looking at us, "please give us the room," I saw shock in her eyes but she didn't question me and silently left the room. I turned to my chatty secretary who is now like a drenched chick, a smirk made its way to my lips and I walked on and sat on the chief seat, "sit down Ms. Moor" she obliged but her head was bowed. I know I wanted to see her surprise but she is acting a little bit too much now and I'm not liking it, "what's wrong? You were quite chatty in the elevator."

"I didn't know you were you then," she answered.

"I see. But it doesn't change anything," I replied.

"It does," she murmured while I nodded.

"That means you don't want the job again?" This got her looking at me in a flash, I raised an eyebrow to challenge her and she looked down almost immediately.

"I want the job," she croaked that I could barely hear her.

"That means you have to sit up and answer my questions in a clear voice," I raise my voice a little, wanting to input fear in her. I love when people are afraid of me, but I may have done it a little too much because she shivered which I believe was in fear. I relaxed on my seat, thinking of the next way to phrase my questions to keep the fear in her but not too much that she would run away, "why do you want this job Hazel?"

"Because it's my dream to work here, I have always wanted to work here for as long as I can remember." Indeed, my chatty Hazel is returning.

"What about your current job or is there none?" At this moment I regretted not running a background check on her, I like being sure when I'm talking and having more leverage on my staff. Sometimes I go as far as obtaining their dirty secrets, this would make them more loyal.

"There is but I don't like working there."

"Why?" I see her shrug but said nothing, waiting for her to answer.

"Can I not answer?"

"You answer any question I ask, that's the rule. Unless it's a personal question."

"It's a personal question," she rushed to say and I smiled softly.

"Okay then. I don't have any more question."

"What? That's all?" Her big eyes turned bigger, deriving a chuckle from me.

"Hazel, there is nothing I want to know about you that I won't get in the next one hour. I prefer to use my own method to know about someone than asking questions."

"I see. Then can I ask a question sir?"

"Feel free," I relaxed, already knowing what she was going to ask.

"Why did you play along in the elevator?"

"Because it was amusing," I replied with a chuckle.

"You find me amusing because I didn't know who you are?" If I'm not mistaking, I could vow I saw a tinge of anger on her face.

I wanted to tell her the main reason I find her amusing, especially what she did at my car window but I couldn't, she would only be embarrassed more if she knew I watched her act immaturely. "Maybe."

"That's disrespecting. How was I supposed to know who you are when there are little or no pictures of you online," her tiny nose flared in this little way that all I thought about was biting it.

"That's not a nice way to talk to your boss you know," I said, watching as her anger ebbed into silence to be replaced with surprise.

"What? My...my boss?"

"Mm hmm."

"Wait, does that mean I get the job?" She asked to be sure.

"What do you think? You think I'm going to let you walk out and lose my amusement?" I said, enjoying the look on her face. I laughed a little when I saw how she was battling whether to shout at me or let it go, my, I'm really going to enjoy having her around. I haven't laughed as much as I have laughed today genuinely in years. "Call Nicole for me."

She abandoned her indecision and left to carry on with my errand, she emerged later with Nicole who walked straight to me, "yes sir?"

"Send the others home. The interview is over."

"What? Sir, don't you think it would be better to choose after interviewing everyone?" She tried to protest.

"No need. Ms. Moor is good for the job, why stress yourself more by interviewing new applicants?"

"But sir..."

"Let it go Nicole," I turned to Hazel, "what do you say Ms. Hazel, when are you starting, today or tomorrow?"

Her little shiny mouth opened and closed as she contemplates before answering, "I will like to start tomorrow sir."

Here we go, I smiled. Now that she is in my web, she won't be getting out of it anytime soon, that I already know.