Preview...

"What's your problem? I don't need your protection from everyone, you're not my brother" I look at his face in the rear view mirror and it changes from stern to blank.

He just sits there not saying anything to me and it's making me angry.

"Aren't you going to say something!? What's with you being so quiet you have a fucking mouth so speak!" I'm tired of this!

"How do you expect me to trust you when you're hiding things from me! You know what, I don't need your protection" I pull the door to get out. I'm going home!

"Stop!"

I have one foot out, but stop before putting the next one out.

"Shut the door and get in" I scrunch my eyebrows. Who does he thinks he's talking to like that? I step out and slam the door shut. I walk off and head towards the bus stop to take a drive home. I cannot accept being spoken to like that.

I curse at him because I'm upset and have all right to be, but he doesn't have the right to talk to me in that manner, I'm not one of those women.

There aren't many people left on the compound and the few that are seems to be minding their own business hurrying to go home. I see his Rolls-Royce now driving beside me and he wines the passenger window down.

"Miss George stop behaving so childish" I'm behaving childish is he serious? I ignore him and walk even faster. It sound as if he stops the car but I'm not going to look back. I hear the door shut and that's when I look back and see him rushing on foot towards me. What?

"Just stop Christina!" He grabs my hand and it surprises me. I stop and he stops in front of me still holding on to my hand.

"Please get in" I feel like dragging my hand out of his but it's like I can't move it. The looks in his eyes kinda softens me especially that it looks so pleading.

"I cannot trust you if you don't want to talk to me and it makes me uncomfortable. I just want to go home" I tell him softly.

"I will tell you all that you need to know tonight. I promise" He let go of my hand. I'm here wondering if he's really going to just answer all my questions.

"I need all my questions answered" He reluctantly nods and that makes me frown.

"I'm serious...I will answer your questions" He adds. I will take it that he's just nervous about talking about it. He may be a powerful and serious man, but I notice that he can also be soft no matter how rough he may appear.

I agree with a nod and get back in the car.

Present...

"It's full time for you to get a job. It's been too long". My bestie Tina told me. She's sitting on my bed searching through all the suits I bought for interviews I've had over two years now.

I put my bra on, standing in front of my mirror, observing my almost perfect body. I frown in sadness wondering why I haven't found someone to settle with yet. I'm twenty four. I'm not getting any younger.

Tina is just a year older than I am. She is already married. She has a well paid job working as an accountant in one of the largest banks of this city. She already has a daughter. Her daughter is three and her husband is my brother. He is twenty nine and the owner of D's corporation.

I know I shouldn't be unemployed due to the fact that I could be working for my brother, or with him, but he doesn't want me to work for him. Yes he assisted me financially, that's not a problem to him, but I agree with him. I prefer to fend a job for myself.

"I won't stop trying T. I just hope I get through with this one. I'm tired of getting rejected. I need to start earning my own". She stand walking towards me holding up the grey skirt of a grey suit.

"Maybe this will impress him".

"Hold on. I'm going for an interview not to look for a client if you know what I mean". She sigh. "Maybe that's why you don't get laid. You keep hiding the good stuff".

"I didn't get laid because my over protective brother prevented it".

"Oh yeah. I remembered that night". She grinned slowly nodding her head biting on her bottom lip. "When David heard you moaning he swore you were getting it. He felt so disgusted hearing his little sissy moaning...". This is embarrassing.

Ever since we were kids we looked out for each other. Our parents taught us to care and always love each other. When our parents died he became my parent. He made it his number one priority to protect me. But certain things he just couldn't prevent.

My brother met Tina when her and I was in high school. They started there but he made certain not to get her pregnant. Until couple years after he marry her. I'm happy for my brother. Tina is a good person. Well, not completely because right now she's encouraging me to seduce the boss in hiring me. I can do my job very well. I know how to answer interview questions, so I don't need to do that.

"I've heard enough T gosh...Well for right now I just want to get this job". She threw the skirt at me and I caught it.

"Did you apply for the position of a PA?" I rolled my eyes. She knew yet she still asked. I look at the skirt wondering if I really should wear it.

"Good, put that skirt on. Or maybe you want me to put it on for you".

"I wanna see you try". I gave her an evil smirk. No this is not the time. I have an interview and I don't wanna be late. I know she's ready to attach me.

"Fine!" I hold me hands up in surrender. She smiled victoriously. "Fuck off".

"That's what you'll be screaming after he's up that hole...". I gape at her, but shake my head in disgust. "But only the first word though. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" She rubbed her hands all over her body thrusting her hips forward. I couldn't help but to laugh at how funny she looks.

"Tina stop!" I flick the skirt at her. She dodged laughing.

"What? Am I making you horny?" She jump on my bed. I went after her.

"I thought you have an interview to be at". She smirked and put her hands on her hips.

"Oh shit". I made a U-turn. I have no other choice now than to wear the suit she picked out for me. I have no time to choose now. Even though it doesn't look too bad.

***

I've been waiting out here for like two hours watching each person that came in before me went in. Some came out crying. Pfft idiots. If they don't get the job just try another like I did.

Some came out with cocky smiles. The ladies of course. The males came out with the same expression they went in with.

This guy is everywhere in the papers. On buildboards. You name it. He's really one for the women too. Every woman drool over him but I don't get it. I'm even looking at some now who are making sure their make up are perfect. Adjusting their blouse for their cleavage to show. I bet some only wants to touch him so they can go home to kiss and worship their hands as if the guy is on it. I mentally rolled my eyes.

I just neatly catch my hair up and lightly apply my make up. These women lipsticks are very bright whether it's red, purple or pink. I don't see why I should look like a clown for an interview.

His name got me wondering though. Lucifer Morningstar. Isn't that another name for satan? Why would someone name their child as such? The angel who betrayed his creator.

"Maple Hellen". I sigh. I'm exhausted already. A few more people then I must be next.

"Christina George".

"Christina George". My eyes popped open at the sound of my name. I groggily looked around. My eyes stop on the lady at the desk. "Your next". She softly told me with an obvious fake smile.

I stand then proceed to his office, my heels clacking on the hard surface with each step. I don't see why people get nervous when being interviewed by a hot guy. I've been interviewed one too many times by hot guys to get nervous. I just really need this job. That's my aim.

I spin the knob and enter. "Go back outside, knock and when your given the ok, then you come in Ms George". He said obviously looking at some documents. This doesn't make any sense. Yes I should've knocked before I enter, but I'm already inside.

"I won't repeat myself Ms George". I clenched my teeth trying to keep my anger at the pit of my stomach. I feel my dislike level hit three. Not just one or two, but three.

I turn around and walk back outside. I've been waiting for hours, now happy that it's finally my turn and this idiot is wasting more of my time. I closed the damn door, and knocked a little harder than I should.

"Enter". He's said a bit irritated. I smile. You irritate me. I irritate you.

I open the door, but first made sure the smile is off my face. I stepped in and walked to his desk. He look up at me for the first time.

So I'll admit. He is really handsome, but I'm just not the type of woman to throw myself at a guy.

He cocked an eyebrow before setting it back to normal. His hair is blond. The hair at his head front had grown to the left of his face.

"Have a seat". He hold his hand out at the chair. I sit properly looking at the guy who called himself Lucifer. I don't see anything that special about him. He looks just like any regular hot guy.

"You've irritated me and we haven't even started the interview yet". He told me. I don't see why he should be piercing into my soul like that.

I just gave him an innocent smile for couple seconds.

"I'm sorry sir-".

"Mr Morningstar. Address me as Mr Morningstar". Sir, Mr Morningstar. Why does it matter?

"Um nevermind". I just want to get this over with.

"No go on. I need to hear your excuse". He intertwined his fingers resting his hands on his desk.

"It really doesn't matter. I came here for an interview...Sir". He frown a little before putting it away. I know it's because I called him sir again. But honestly it slipped.

I really should be careful. I didn't come here to provoke him. He's not Tina. I came here seeking a job. OK Chrissy, relax.

"Well consider this a part of it". He's British. I recognized his accent.

"Why is my excuse, as you call it, is so important?" The last thing I wanna do is to tell him that I was sleeping, having him thinking that I'm impatient and lazy, which I'm not. I knew that I should've knocked, but I forgot because of how drowsy I felt.

He frown.

"Very well. Let's start then shall we". He picked up a pen. That's it? He won't prolong this?

Maybe he just wanna get this over with as much as I do.

"Can you tell me a little about yourself?" He breath out in a way as if he's tired of asking the same question and is waiting for a crappy answer. That question I was already prepared for.

"I've been employed twice as a Personal Assistant. I know how to help with time and daily management, also scheduling of meetings. I basically know how to do everything a PA does and I know how to do it right". He look away and wrote something down then look at me again. I'm not sure if he's pleased or not. His expression doesn't say.

"How did you hear about the position of a PA?" Tina was the one who told me. OK here goes.

"I heard it from my friend Tina. I was happy that she brought it up because I have full experience of what the job requires. I enjoyed doing it, and it would be a pleasure working for you".
OK I'm just a bit nervous, honestly. The guy wouldn't even crack a smile.

He wrote something down again, still giving nothing away.

"Why do you want this job?" Isn't it obvious? I'm broke and in need of money of my own. Well he wouldn't actually know that.

"I love being a PA because doing this means helping you. Helping you means helping the company's upliftment and I wanna be a part of it". I wonder if that satisfies him. Calm your fucking self Chrissy. Don't get nervous. You've done this many times.

He frown. That doesn't look good. "Why should I hire you Ms George?" Well I don't want to work for my brother. I wanna show him I'm not a kid anymore and I can work for myself.

"I take my job seriously. When it's time to work I waste no time. I won't stop until what is required of me is done. I know how to interaction. I have great social skills that's what I and others know for sure. I'm never late, I do my work properly and I deliver each assignment during the period I'm suppose to". That didn't sound too bad. I think I saw a flash of interest in his eyes before he wrote something down again. He's the first interviewer I came across who doesn't show his emotions. His parents should've named him Emotionless instead of Lucifer. Or maybe Lucifer as his Christian name and Emotionless for the surname. Lucifer Emotionless. I fold my lips trying not to laugh at the nickname I've created for him.

"Tell me about a conflict or challenge you've faced at work, and how you dealt with it". Hmmm.

"Honestly, while growing up my parents taught me to work hard. While in high school I went on work experience, so I was familiar with the working world. I never had a challenge or been in conflict". He raised an eyebrow in disbelief then wrote something down. I told the truth.

"Why are you leaving your current job?" I look away from him for a second, but quickly made eye contact again.

"I..I was let go". He raised an eyebrow again. Shit! That isn't convincing Chrissy. But how would I know what he's thinking? That's all he does. Raised his fucking big bushy eyebrows.

"Why were you fired..twice Ms George?" How am I gonna answer this one? What should I say? I can't just tell him.

"I was sick for a while...so I just had to be replaced". I couldn't tell him the truth. It's embarrassing and I don't want him to think twice about giving me this job. I really need it. Even though I don't feel so confident about getting accepted either.

"Hmmm. There's a huge gap in your employment. Why was that?" That's the easiest one so far.

"I was seeking for employment, but I weren't so lucky".

"What are your salary requirements?" I have plenty experience, expertise, I'm also very educated. So...

I told him and he wrote again. He close the folder. He intertwined his fingers then rest his hands on the folder. Are we finished?

"That would be all Ms George. Do you have any questions?" Are you gonna give me the damn job!

"Actually I do...If you were to hire me, what would be your requirements of me?" Stupid question.

He raised an eyebrow. What's with this eyebrow attitude?

"My requirements? My requirements are for you to do whatever is requested of you... Pertaining to your job of course". I thought I just saw him cracked a smile or a smirk.

"Is that all Ms George? I have others waiting to be interviewed". No. Actually I'd want to fist you in the face to see if you'll raise your freaking eyebrows instead of reacting to the pain.

"Yes actually, just one more. I've been very curious about your name. Is Lucifer Morningstar your actual name?"

"Must I take offense to that Ms George?"

"Umm no. It's just that it's the... Nevermind. I'm sorry for asking". I stand. "I'm leaving now. Thank you for interviewing me". I turn around walking away.

"Ms George". I stop and turn around. "What if I tell you that I'm the devil". I widen my eyes. He just smile, no smirked, widely. I shook my head and chuckle to myself then turn around walking away.

"Sure you are". I don't even know why I asked.

Lucifer Morningstar. Hm...I think your parents should've named you 'Lucifer raised your eyebrows'.