As he flipped through some papers I sat quietly and patiently. Looking at him now, he was a total different person. The tall scrawny boy down the hall from my best friends room is not what was in front of me. Instead, I got an American Eagle model. Yeah sure he was still tall, but instead of weirdly skinny he grew up in all the right places. Broad shoulders, a jawline that looked so sharp it could cut. Wonderful cheekbones and stunning hazel eyes that seemed unreal. I couldn't believe that I knew this boy, but at the same time I knew nothing of him.
"Vivian Turner."
I looked up at him. "Yes."
"Use to work for Dream?" he questioned.
I bit my lip. "Yeah, I was Henry Wells assistant." I answered.
He frowned. "I can see that." he tapped his pen on his desk. "Now you are currently working a full time job at a convenience store on Corner Street?"
I nodded. "That is correct."
He put down his pen. "If you already have a job why do I have an appointment with you?" he asked.
I thought he was joking at first, but then I saw the sincerity in his eyes. He was completely serious. "Uh, well-" I bit my lip. "Your sister actually-"
"Yes I know what my sister did, but if you didn't want the job you wouldn't be here." he told me. "Why are you here?"
Well, I kinda quite my job on a whim so you better give it to me. "I'm getting sick of working full time and getting paid for part." I answered honestly.
He nodded. "Well you do have experience." he muttered. "It says here that you got fired, any idea why?" he asked.
This was not the Ren Cavanaugh that I knew when we were kids. "Henry said that they were overstaffed. He didn't need me anymore." I answered.
He only slightly raised his eyebrow. "Figures. Henry Wells only cares about two things: himself and his money. Don't expect anything else from him."
"I'm not." I answered rather quickly.
He stared at me. "Well, for someone who fired he left you with a rather good preference." he told me.
I shrugged. "I guess he wanted me to stay on his good side." I said.
Ren smirked. "And now look at you. Applying for the rival company."
I shifted uncomfortably in my leather chair. "Yeah, here I am." I said.
He cleared his throat. "Well, we'll see how good you are. You start first thing in the morning. You can leave."
After I left his office I took a deep breath. "Jesus what the hell was that?" I asked myself.
"You the new one?" someone asked.
I turned around. A man in his late twenties was smiling at me. He was in a blue dress shirt and had rather expensive shoes on. he was a little taller than me (me being 5'7), and had nice blonde hair.
"Yeah, I guess so." I smiled weakly.
"Well, don't let him intimidate you. He's a nice guy once you get to know him." he smiled. "I'm Gabriel by the way." he held out his hand. "I work on the second floor as a designer."
I shook it. "Hi, Vivian Turner. Assistant, but you already knew that."
He let out a soft laugh. "Yeah, hes gone through almost four this month." he gave me a worried look. "Just don't mess up and you'll be fine."
I laughed. "Thanks." I said nervously. "Well I should go. It was nice meeting you." I said.
Gabriel nodded and left to go inside Ren's office.
