Amelia
I was still preoccupied, massaging my butt which I had landed on, while trying to endure the pain I felt, when someone yelled at me."What the fuck is wrong with you?!" The male voice asked, irritation in his tone.I raised my head slowly to look at him, expecting to see one of the interviewers, but he was someone different.He had that athletic build, you know, the kind that makes you take a second glance. His jaw was set, and those deep green eyes, glared at me with frustration. The suit he wore clung to him, outlining his toned body. His slick black hair, was perfectly styled, but a little tousled around his forehead as he was sweaty. Too sweaty, the sweat literally dripped down from his face to his clothes. It felt like witnessing a handsome storm, both captivating and unsettling.He was very sexy."Stop staring at me like that." He yelled again.Okay, he might be a nutjob, 'cause I didn't understand why he would be screaming at me instead of helping me off the floor."Tch! Rich people and their anger issues." I murmured, getting off the floor."What was that?" He demanded. "That better be an apology, you crazy bitch. You spilled water all over me."Huh?I looked down at the bottle of water I held, it was empty. The sweat I thought was on his face wasn't really sweat, it was water?! From my bottle?!Now his anger made more sense."Oh my God! I'm so sorry." I said as I frantically dived into my bag and got out my bear print handkerchief."Here, I'll help you."Before the handkerchief could reach his face, he slapped my hand away angrily."Ouch!" I yelped. He was insane."Don't you dare touch me with your filthy hands."Filthy hands?!"This was your stupid plan, wasn't it? Spill water on me and then try to lay your hands on me. Were you hoping I'd be grateful and ask you out?" He paused and gave me a once-over, his frown deepened. "Psycho." He spat and walked away through a different door.What the actual hell? And why did people frown when they saw my outfit? I was dressed appropriately, unlike those airheads inside there.Now my hands were filthy because I wasn't a rich heiress? I bet if I were an heiress, he'd fall to his knees and kiss each of my knuckles even if they were dipped in shit.I hated entitled, spoiled, rich brats the most!I dusted off my butt and headed back into the waiting room.The ladies were still fussing about their make-up and looks. So vain! It wasn't like we were going to take pictures right after the interview or something. None of them even looked bothered about the interview.I was suddenly annoyed, at the ladies, at the interviewers, at the angry rich brat and at myself.It was all too much. Why couldn't something ever go in my favour? Why did I always have to be rejected before given an actual chance. I did well in school, I wasn't the best graduating student, but I was not below the best ten. I had a great personality if you could overlook my clumsy nature. I'd like to think that I was a little funny and fun to be around.Mom always said I did a great job being her assistant, so I knew I was good at it.Tch! If they didn't employ me, it was their loss. I'd apply somewhere else and I'd eventually find my place. After all, people said if it doesn't come to you, then it wasn't yours in the first place. Or something like that.I felt better after that mental motivational speech and I took a seat at the back of the waiting room, far from the other women.We waited as they called names after names. It took another hour before the last person was interviewed.A few minutes later, one of the interviewers — Mr. Good looking — came out. For the first time, he had a smile on his face and it made him look less stressed, younger. Though I had a feeling that wasn't a genuine smile, it barely reached his eyes."Hello, ladies." He said to us."Hello!" The ladies said in unison and I heard a few giggle. No doubt they were blushing because a handsome man spoke to them.Hmrph!"You all did well in your interview."Did he say all? Me included?His eyes scanned all our faces, rested on me for a second with a dark look clouding his eyes, before he looked away.What was that about?"But as you all know," he continued. "your employment does not only depend on the interview, but also on the person you're here to assist." He paused for a moment. "On that note, I would like to introduce you all to Rowan Ace."Chaos erupted as all the ladies stood up, squealing at the top of their lungs. I had to block my ears to save them from bursting.What was their deal? Who was Rowan Ace that they were so excited about?I got up too, but in my flat shoes and with everyone else in their really high heels, I could barely see what was happening at the front.The squeals didn't stop as they hurdled close to each other. I barely knew any movie star by their actual given name. All I knew was their stage names and that was it.So, I was really curious to see if I knew this particular one. After all, if I was given the job, I'd have to work with him.I crossed my fingers, hoping he was a nice guy at least.I braced myself and forced myself to the front, only stopping when I saw it was Sophia in front of me. Pushing past her would only cause a cat fight and I was not ready for that. Rather, I bent a little, peeking through the little space between her tiny waist and the girl's next to her.My heart dropped hard in my chest when I saw the same rich brat I had spilled water on. He's Rowan Ace?! So he was a big shot, good for him, that didn't give him the right to scream at people when he could clearly see it was an accident.Somehow I was relieved it was him. I was already sure I was not getting the job. I did horribly at the interview and still managed to piss off the movie star. No way I was getting it.I stood straight, grateful that the other ladies were blocking me from his view. Sophia was in front of me anyway, he would definitely choose her.But then Sophia chose that moment to walk toward Rowan, putting me in plain sight!I kept my eyes down, hoping if I didn't see him, then he wouldn't see me."Good day, Mr. Rowan." She said. "I'm Sophia Grace, and I'm happy to be your personal assistant. No one here can match my capabilities, even in...""Hey, you!" I heard Rowan's voice as he cut off Sophia.I thought he was talking to her, but then someone behind nudged me and I looked up at him."Yes, you."My heart did a somersault in my chest.RowanI was bored and wanted to be anywhere but the theatre, interviewing a bunch of crazy fan girls.Yeah, William said he wouldn't reveal who the employer was until I was ready to pick someone, but yet, it was Vee Theatre, they knew it was only the best of the best movie stars that would be holding interviews.I would have easily had William handle the interview himself and pick the most qualified person, but he reminded me that I also selected my employees based on looks. Which was absolutely correct. I was stunning, I wanted only beautiful people around me. So, I had to select someone myself.Ralph was waiting for me at the theatre, so even though I didn't have to be there until William texted me that it was time to make a choice, I had to be at the theatre early.I got to the theatre and was making my way to my luxury suite where Ralph was waiting, while I was on my phone texting my girlfriend, Raven.I was just passing the main stage, pretty sure my path was clear when all of a s
Amelia"Yes, you."My heart did a somersault in my chest.Was he really talking to me? His eyes were focused on me and he had on a sly smile. No, it had to be someone else.I turned to look behind me, everyone's eyes were focused on me."Hey, blondie." He called and I froze. "You in the shirt." Now I was sure he was talking to me.I slowly looked back at him.What did he want? To make fun of me for pouring water on a celebrity? To make fun of my clothes? What?!"Come here." He ordered.I frowned. I was not his slave, he had no right commanding me like one.I didn't move.Someone pushed me from behind and I went stumbling to his feet and would have fallen flat on my face, but someone caught me, breaking my fall.I looked up, expecting to see Rowan, but it was the good looking interviewer. He was frowning slightly. I wondered if he ever smiled."You can stand on your own, can't you?" He asked with that look of disgust again.Why? Because he was touching me? Was I covered in filth or som
RowanI wasn't wrong about the dumb part. She knew I was talking to her. I mean, I was looking directly at her, but she chose to search behind her instead.And then she just tripped over her own foot and nearly fell on her face. She wasn't just dumb, she was a weirdo.I was rethinking agreeing to fuck her, she was not so appealing anymore. It would have been okay if she was just a poor girl with good looks. But if the lights were off upstairs, it'd just be so wrong to touch her.But, I wasn't about to lose that bet. It was just a one time thing, anyway.When I asked for her name, she replied with such a cold glare. I was intimidated for a second. Damn! She had a killer glare. It was almost like her hazel eyes lit up dangerously when narrowed.I hid it well though, and told William to get her ready before walking away. It was only when I was back in the luxury suite that I let out a breath I didn't know I had been holding."What's up? Are we good to go?" I looked at Ralph at his positio
AmeliaI thought I was done for. I thought Rowan would scream my head off, and fire me on the spot. But he just left me there with the elderly fashionable woman and William.The woman made me sit in front of the dressing table while she picked up different makeup kits and set them on the table in front of me."I haven't seen a blonde with such pretty hazel eyes before. They are usually blue or grey or green." She said as she cleaned my face with wipes. "Who do you look like?""You mean between my parents?" I asked. It was a little hard to follow what she said because of her accent."Yeah.""My mom. She has blue eyes though." "Ah, then you got your eyes from you dad? He must be very handsome."I smiled awkwardly, not sure what to say to that."Keep a straight face, you'll ruin my work if you move too much." She said and I swallowed.I wasn't really a fan of makeup. The two other times I had worn makeup was at prom and at college graduation. Mom practically forced me to sit through the
Rowan"Listen up." I said to her from the backseat. "I'm meeting with my manager, we have something important to discuss. All I need from you is to jot down our conversation. Got that?""Everything?!" She asked, turning in her seat to look at me. "You mean record your entire conversation? Isn't that a job for a secretary?""Well, congratulations. You're now my personal assistant. You get to be my secretary, my cook, my nanny, my maid... Basically, whatever I say you are."The look of horror on her face was so satisfying. I smirked.I waited for her to protest or quit, but she quietly turned to face her front.Good. At least she was being obedient."We haven't properly gone over the details of this job." I heard her say. "I have my conditions for working for you, and...""And what conditions are they?" I asked. "You know what? Forget it. I'll have William give you a contract with all the details. That is, if you can actually manage to handle your first task properly."No words passed be
AmeliaI barely caught the last bus heading home. I just couldn't believe that ungrateful jerk. I was so pissed, I kept fuming all the way home. What gave him the right to yell at me? He couldn't even ask first?So what if I worked for him? That didn't make me his slave that he could shout at anywhere and anytime he wanted.What was that he said again? That as long as I was working for him, I would be whatever he asked me to?I may need a job but that didn't mean I had to lose my dignity. Even as his employee, he had to treat me with respect. Maybe he was used to treating others however he wanted, but not me. If I made a decision to work for him, then I'd have to make him understand that I was nothing like others.I wanted to quit, I wanted to quit right there! I already stormed off, clearly he wouldn't send me the contract anymore. Not after how I walked away.Well, good riddance to bad rubbish.I could apply for a job somewhere else. Who cares if it might take another two years to ge
Amelia"Okay, I'll sign it." I asked for his pen, squatted on one knee and signed it immediately.I stood straight and gave the contract back to him."Amy? Is everything okay?" Mom called as she opened the door of the restaurant, coming out. She had a worried expression on her face as she looked from William to me and back."Mom, It's fine. This is William. He's..." I trailed off. What exactly was he? The interviewer? Rowan's lawyer? Friend? He couldn't be the manager because that had to be the man back at the other diner."I'm Amelia's co-worker." He said, giving mom a nod. Was that his way of greeting? "I brought a contract for her to sign."Mom's face lit up."Co-worker? She still has her job?" She asked excitedly. William nodded again. "Oh, thank you so much. Why don't you come in and we'll serve you lunch? It'll be my treat."William took a look at the diner before shaking his head."I can't. You have a full house already. I just came to have this signed and..."He got interrupted
RowanI couldn't decide if Amelia was disaster-prone or just plain stupid. Who walks into someone's bedroom without knocking first? And then she had to interrupt us with that loud crash. Just when it was getting good."I'm sorry." She said quickly, bending to pick up the broken glasses. She had barely touched them when she snatched her fingers back immediately. I saw blood trickle out of her index finger.Raven scoffed next to me, straightening her clothes."Since when do you hire foolish maids?" She asked me, loud enough for Amelia to hear."She's not really my...""I'm sorry. I'll get it cleaned right away." Amelia said, interrupting me.She reached for the broken glasses again, but hissed when they pricked another finger."For fuck's sake!" I snapped. "Just go get a maid to clean it up. And you, get lost."She got up and ran away. I didn't feel bad for yelling. She wasn't a little kid. I mean, who pricks their fingers on broken glass twice in a row?"Sorry, baby, but I've lost my mo