Deep

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I would know him from anywhere.

I may have seen him a couple of times in the media but his looks were not something you could pretend not to remember. I remember the first time I saw him on a magazine, one year ago, I had stared so hard on the piece of paper that Vera had to slap my back for me to come back to earth.

"You are drooling." She had said, looking at me with a mischievous glint in her eyes and believe it or not, I had truly been drooling.

I only hoped today would not be a repeat of what happened twelve plus months ago.

Dean McConnell was not your ordinary male model on the run way. No, he was far from that. Calling him handsome was far from being an understatement.

His face was chiseled, clean shaven and as for his jaw, perfectly square. His eyes were the color of the ocean, making them have a deep oceanic blue. They were hard and sharp and they looked as if they could see straight into your soul. His thin lips were light pink and pressed in a straight line as if they had never known how to smile. As for his raven black hair it was neatly combed backwards.

The dark grey suit he wore tightly hugged his body frame, mostly his biceps.

There were many gossips of him being seen with different girls on many business occasions but never had I ever heard he was dating. Usually, his type never dated. They only had flings that lasted for hours and if they went too far, it would be two or three days. They never had one girl for more than a month.

Something touched my shoulder and I turned around to find Joan looking at me with a sad expression on her face. I had been found staring.

Oh no.

I knew it was coming and it did not take long for the heat to go through my cheeks, leaving behind an ugly shade of pink. I cleared my throat, silently hoping that the blush would go away as fast as it had come.

Joan smiled at me, clearly seeing my discomfort. "Sir asked you to follow him." She pointed her head towards what I guessed to be his office. He was nowhere in sight, had I truly zoned out for a long time?

"Thank you Joan." I gave her a smile and headed towards his office, hoping that he had not witnessed me eyeing him.

Even before my knuckles could make contact with his office door, I heard him utter an "Enter."

He was standing facing the clear, big, clean window which overlooked the city. His hands were in his trouser pockets and his back straight.

His office was actually simple. Painted a white color with a dark brown table desk where a pile of papers were neatly placed, two leather seats one in front and the other behind his desk and a black leather coach at the right side of the office.

He turned around and looked at my face. He was quite for some time and then he spoke. "You must be Stephanie."

"Yes Sir." I replied my throat suddenly dry.

When I came for the interview, his father, James McConnell who was the former CEO had been the interviewer. We had been more than a hundred interviewees, both male and female, young and those who were a little bit older, and I was lucky he had chosen me.

Dean McConnell took his seat and continued looking at me, his left elbow on the table."I bet you know what is expected of you."

What a silly question, I wanted to say. Of course I knew everything I was expected to do. If not, how could I apply for a job I had no idea about and pass? I had even read the qualifications and requirements required of us where the job had been advertised at a national newspaper. I had even gone as far as to search in the internet how to conduct myself during an interview.