I looked at the address on the business card then at the shiny metal house.
"Are you sure this is the place?" Clairiesse asked.
"Well this is the address on this card so yeah." I said.
They walked up the stairs and rang the doorbell. The door was shaped like a pentagon. Interesting.
It was opened by a lady wearing a small cardigan and a blue spring floral dress.
"Oh you guys must be the new employees."
"Uhm..yes."
"Ahh please come in." She moved away from the door and shut it when we got in. "He's in the pool through there." She walked with us and opened the glass panel door. "Mr. Adkins." She said staring at the splashing in the water. A man with tousled wet hair emerged from the water. He was well built and had broad shoulders his tan skin glinting in the sun. He grabbed the towel and started wiping his face. When he opened his eyes his dark electric blue colored eyes stared at us up and down.
"Uh-um we're here to apply for the assistant and secretary jobs."
"Ah yes." His accent took us aback.
"I'm Cassandra and this is Clairisse." Clairisse put her hand out and he smiled and shook it. Then he shook my hand. I nudged Clarisse's elbow and she cleared her throat.
"These are our resumes." She handed him the files and he glimpsed at them then threw them on the table.
"No need for an interview or a resume procedure, you're hired. Both of you." He walked in between us. Rude.
"Wait are you serious?"
"Dead. Serious." He turned around. "Which one of you is Clairisse?"
"I am." She rose her hand.
"You're assigned to be my secretary."
"You can't be serious, what if were thugs, or drug dealers?"
"Well are you a thug?"
"No."
"Clairisse. Is it, are you a drug dealer?"
"No sir."
"God that's ridiculous."
"Call it what you want Cassandra, but you're still hired."
"Hmm."
He shut the glass door behind him and started speaking to the woman in the floral dress.
"Where do you think he's from?"
"London."
"How do you know?"
"I have family in London so I know what they sound like."
"Oh yeah."
"He's hot, what if we're in a fifty shades of grey movie."
"Uh no."
"Okay where are the cameras."
"Claire you look crazy stop."
"Okay what do we now?"
"I'll ask." I walked into the polished living room and Claire followed me.
"Um excuse me."
"Ms. Smith."
"Ms. Smith, when do we start to work?"
"Cassandra!" He yelled from one of the rooms.
"He's in his office, darling, go. I'll show your friend here where her office is."
YOU ARE READING
Architecturally not love...I think
RomanceA London Billionaire that is a big name in the architect world hires a couple girls to do be his slaves or at least that's what Cassandra thinks. She doesn't like her boss. But who said she doesn't love him.
