A shitty job

Samantha

I straightened my skirt removing the invisible dust on it as I walked in to the gigantic building which look busy with  people dressed in expensive business suits running around but everyone seems to stop as I entered.

I tried walking confident with my file in my hands but I knew I was failing as people began to give me weird looks. can't they resume and mind their business pretending I aren't here.

If Angela was where she would have laughed and say Sam why are you walking like you just lost your virginity . I laughed out loud at my thought but then I received were stares and glares from people especially women while some men started at me with lust.

I recompose myself I walked to the receptionist desk where a brown haired women who am guessing should be the receptionist. She sat with a bored look on her face checking her nails. She was suprisingly dressed appropriately.

Thank God she not blond and rude that would be so cliché.

"Excuse me miss I have an appointment by 10:am with Mr DiCaprio as a personal assistant." I said smiling.

She looked at me like I just disturbed her from doing something important.

Her eyes trailed up and down my body in disgust and jealously.

Guess I spoke too soon.

"Well how can I help you,"she sneer, folding her hand together waiting for me to repeat myself.

"I said I have an interview by 10:am with Mr DiCaprio, and I will kindly like if you tell me where to meet him."

"Second to the last floor and miss take the stairs the elevator are for people who walk here not for beggars." I gave her a glare at her statement .  Surely she has seen how high this building was ?it like there are more than fifty floors and she expect me to walk all the way up but I said nothing in return as usual and let people walk over me.

She gave me a triumphant look and a big smirk was plastered on her face seeing I obeyed her without starting an argument. I'm so mature.

I check my watch it was already 9:55.How does she expect me  to get  there on time?, it's like she expect me to get late and not get the job. Then shame on her ,she's done nothing compare to what my evil step sister has done to me.

With that motivation in me ,I began running to the direction of the stairs.

Here goes nothing, this should be a piece of cake.

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Running up more than 200 stairs in a pair of heels about 4inch  wasn't  piece of cake but I did it and finally got to the last floor.

Now how to find Mr DiCaprio office?.

"Please excuse me," I said to a fairly handsome man trying to catch my breathe.

He held a coffee in his hands, he was wearing a nice suit.

"Don't worry I have that effect on ladies, I tend to take their breathe away." He said cockily.

I blushed at his word and rolled my eyes he didn't know I just ran though dozens of stairs.

I cleared my throat before speaking. "Please can you show me Mr DiCaprio office I have an appointment with him by ten."

He looked at his watched then back at him and gave me a pitiful look. "Miss this is already past ten and Mr DiCaprio hates tardiness it will be a miracle for him to still accept you but anyway its non of my business." He paused then continued.

Thank God he knows.

"And Mr DiCaprio office is not on this floor it is the twentieth floor."

My eyes nearly fell out of my eyes socket at his words.

Maybe I didn't here him well.

"Did you just say twentieth floor,please tell me you are joking."

He gave me an apologetic look but I turned my face away from him not even thanking him and asking for his name.

I don't need anyone's pity.

My fist clenched but I took a deep breathe and calm myself down going back to the annoying stairs I just claimed. I heard the man  voice calling me but I just ignored him and run back down.

Its not his fault.

It was easier getting to the twentieth floor since I was coming down not going up this time around .

I got there just in time to see a middle aged women looking stressed.

"Sorry please excuse me Ma ,am here for an interview with Mr DiCaprio and I would like if you show me the direction of his office."

The stress on her face seems to disappear as a bright smile appeared on her face.

"You are right on time just a little bit late,Mr DiCaprio has been waiting for you."

She immediately pushed me into a room without warning and shut the door scaring the shit out of me.

The room was  beautiful and sophisticated nothing was out of place, from the chair to the desk to the books everything looked out off place the only thing looking out of place was me. everything's screamed two words; billionaire and expensive.

Looks like no was was inside the room . my back began to ache and I slowly move to the chair to seat but a voice stopped me from it.

"Did I ask you to sit Miss Samantha,"a husky voice spoke sending shivers down my spin.

I looked up shaking to see the most beautiful man in the world not knowing how I didn't realize he was inside the office all these time .

Is face looks so familiar.

His face was chiseled, sculpted by God himself, his nose was straight with high cheek bone's, his eyes.....like nothing I have ever seem before only in my dream,his eyes were so green that he put the green grass to shame.

Now let me tell you the most important thing, his muscles which look like there were about yo tear from his cloth,don't get me starting on his pants down that was tightly held to his thighs and his big.........

The sound of someone clearing their throat snapped me out of my daydreaming.

This man look like a working sin.

"Like what you see." He asked smirking at me but could also see him checking me out especially my sweaty chest.  his eyes lingered there for some time before looking back to my face .

How cliché is that statement?.

"Of course I do I mean how many days did God create you its not fair . you are the definition of  perfection."

"Excuse me?."he was surprised by my boldness. He looked flustered.

"Did I say that out loud,"I gave him a sheepishly smile.

How do I look like right now sweating like a pig? I never knew Mr DiCaprio will be this handsome and this young.

God help me!.

"Yes you did ! and you are late."

Instead of answering his question, I summoned courage and ask the questioned I have been dying to say.

"Haven't we meet before?"