3. Shall we start?

ROSE

I stepped out of the elevator taking in wide foyer of the hotel, I can't imagine what possessed me to do this, I am standing in one of the biggest hotel of Mumbai in black, silk nighty for the job interview. The woman at the reception looked at me like I was some kind of a dirty hooker, and when I asked for the directions she gave me a disgusted look before pointing me towards the elevators.

I wasn’t prepared for all of this and then I met a man in the elevator who told me not just a room but Mr. R. K. Johnson has booked the whole floor for todays interview session. He wouldn’t stop blabbering about all the accomplishments Mr Johnson has had in such a short time. I gathered from his unstoppable speech on Mr. Johnson that he was only twenty eight and a billionaire. And, he looked after his father's business, or empire, because there are so many businesses he was associated with. My assumption that he probably got it on a silver platter was disputed by the man, or more accurate description would be ‘fan of Mr Johnson’, who also enlightened me with the fact that I was not easy for Mr. Johnson as his father died when he was nineteen and according to the rumors he was not at good terms with his parents. And despite the privileged childhood he had earned all of it. And now he was also the sole owner of the advertising company for which she was going for the interview. He himself has established this advertising company and resources tells that he didn't even take a single penny from his father's business for his company. Wow. Well, this was something she could give him credit for.

1901. Yeah that's the room. A petite girl was sitting beside the table concentrating on whatever was displaying on the computer in front of her. When she looked up and saw me, she quickly scrambled out of her chair and came toward me. She looked at me once then twice, then she started to speak, "Miss R-Rose?”

Well… Okay. She knew my name. Could it be possible that the woman at the reception has told everyone that there was a hooker coming up for an interview for advertising manager. Oh god.

"Yes. I am." I replied, unconsciously my hand tugging down my 'dress' to cover my legs.

"Come t-this w-way, Sir is ex-expecting you." The words tumbled out of her mouth. If I was not sure I would think that she was afraid of me but then she turned to me with a smile as I followed her to the other room in which supposedly "sir" was waiting for me.

She gestured for me to follow her inside as we reached another hotel suite. She was hesitant as she took a step inside as if she was entering in a lion's den.

The sight that greeted me was far from what I expected and I halted. Bright grey eyes with a calculated look in them stared at me and then he looked down at me, taking all of me in with a single glance and so quickly his bright grey eyes turned to stormy greys like dark angry clouds. A moment passed before his gaze turned to something behind me and he snapped, "What are you waiting for? Should I write it down to make you leave?"

I turned around just in time to look at the girl as she made a run for the door like escaping a wild animal. If I was not focused on the fact that there was a certain arrogant asshôle in the room with me and probably the "sir" who was waiting for me, I would have laughed on her behavior, but now I understood.

I turned toward the asshole and gave him a hard stare, it couldn't be more obvious that he was staring at my breàsts. I was on a smaller side, not too big but in this dress or nighty my brèasts, I realized, were looking rather large which made me uncomfortable as his gaze didn't budge. I cleared my throat to make him realize he was being rude, staring at me like that. I glared at him with a scowl. "My eyes are up here."

"Yeah, I know." With that his gaze dropped again, this time to check out my legs. Then he spoke, "It's not a best attire for an interview but I'll give you this one as I am enjoying the view."

I gasped at his comment. How could he, dammit! He was really a jerk.

I stomped toward him, pointing a finger at him, "How dare you? Because of you, I am here like this. You ruined my dress." I all but hissed at him.

When I was blazing up at him, he calmly held my hand by the wrist and said, "Don't do that again. I don't like it when somebody or anybody for that matter points finger at me." I saw his eyes turning from sensual dark to cold grey in matter of seconds.

"Well.. I wouldn't blame anybody if your attitude toward them is as same as with me," I threw it at him before I started to turn away from him. I’ll find another job. I am sure there will be other jobs that I could get. If not, I’ll try to do something like waitressing or babysitting. Anything will do except staying here and be subjected to the presence of this arsehöle.

"I didn't gave you permission to leave."

Turning back to him, I looked at him and for a moment I was once again silenced by his beauty. God. He was really handsome. Giving myself a stern talking to, I shook my head to dispel such thoughts. "I don't need your permission, you don’t get to boss me around," I said with a weary sigh as if talking to a five year old.

"But you are wrong, I'm the boss." He turned toward the sofa and very gracefully sat on it and looked up at me with one perfectly raised eyebrow when I only stared at him. He said, "Miss Kapoor, shall we start with your interview?" He phrased it as a question but, of course, he didn't want an answer.

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A. Gupta