Kimberlys' POV

'Turn right. Turn right.'

'Okay, okay, you stupid GPS! I know I'm here already, at the according destination.' I switched off the innate GPS, laughing with no one for no particular reason, as I parked my red Corolla.

I checked my reflection on the rearview mirror of my truck, reapplying a bit of lip gloss, and patting down my black dress pants and white blouse. My nerves were hitched.

Crossing fingers I'll get the job!

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As I entered the massive tall building, I thought to myself that this company seriously screamed money. I think I can even smell it.

At the entrance, this big, buff man looking dead-serious stopped me, asking who I was without scrutiny.

'I'm here for a job interview. My name is Kimberly Johansson.' I said in a rush, hoping this ghastly man wouldn't make me late.

He narrowed his big black eyes on me, sticking his fat lips out, deeply frowning. 'Boss ain't hirin' no one. He never mentioned someone either comin' here.' His deep almost Dark Vader voice and the crossing of his muscley arms, made him very intimidating.

Damn it! This guy will make me lose any opportunity for this job!

'Call Stacey and she'll tell you.' He rose an eyebrow, clearly not convinced yet still called. 'Hey Stace, is it true Boss is hirin' someone?...Okay... You sure?... How come he didn't mention it?... Fine, take care girl...' He hung up and stuck his fat lips out once again.

'Up at the 13th floor. And hey, miss?' He bent slightly to my short 5'6 height and squinted his eyes at me in a creepy manner. 'I'm watching you.' I stepped away from him and did a sprint to the elevator.

Hope to hell I don't have to see that freakishly tall, scary dude again!

Ting!

When I entered the thirteen floor, all I saw were halls and halls, and so many boring offices!

'Excuse me! Excuse me, sir?' I called to the nearby guy that passed me. He looked harmless enough, but needless to say, emotionless.

'Madam, are you lost?' He asked flatly.

'As a matter of fact, yes. Yes I am. I'm here for an interview in the-'

'Ryan! Ryan!' A screeching voice called apparently the man in front of me. His eyes for a second looked on alert then back to his blank face.

O-kay?

'Yes?' Ryan answered.

'Boss told me to tell you to do the things marked on this list. Did you do the earlier tasks?'

'Ye-yes. And I'll be now on my way.' That said, he up and left, leaving me in the loop with words unsaid. I rolled my eyes at him.

What monster of a boss could this one be?

I glanced around and was becoming anxious. I was going to be late!

Just as I was about to explode on the inside, my saviour called me out.

'You look so lost my dear, I'm guessing you must be Miss Johansson?' I let out a breath in relief and smiled tiredly.

'Marry, I am.' She returned a smile and led me through some halls until she got to a door which was locked.

'My name is Stacey, any questions, feel free to ask, okay?' She said with a sweet smile, the kind of smile that makes you feel safe, as if she was your mother or something...

Stacey quickly went in twice towards the big office and finally told me with an apologetic smile to go in. Her boss is waiting for me.

As I scoured the whole room, I gasped and maybe I might have said his name at the sight in front of me. All color felt drained and I felt as if I was, by any minute, to faint.

I blinked once. Twice, and one more time just to make sure my eyes weren't playing tricks on me.

I could've sworn my eyes have swept to the most Greek-God looking man on earth right now.

This hunk of a man had deep blue pools piercing my own with such intensity, pleading me to look away yet our eyes remained locked.

His smooth, raven hair was swept up from his face, showing off his straight jaw-line and under the grim tight line of a flaky smile I could still tell he had full carneous lips that I had a bit too much knowledge just how much he could do with them.

This man in front of me doesn't have the appearance in naught as how he was 9 years ago. No longer was the lanky, akward-looking yet mega cute guy who by the way was a need. Now he is a freaking hot ass man.

His broad shoulders are wide along with a strong torso and underneath that white button-up shirt, presented by itself was how fit and built he was.

My guess was he had a 12 pack under those cloth, his physic has changed indeed now.

He also beheld power, like a dominant alpha of a wolf on his hunt for the prey with this sleek walk that made me feel so helpless; left me all frozen up.

Why had I come here? Stupid curiousity killed the freaging cat! But, oh, why haven't I been taught that by now?

My eyes were glued into every move he made. I was unable to speak given to my sudden dry throat and disability to move an inch in the state of complete shock.

Josh Montgomery.

I am in front of Josh Montgomery after all these years. In his office. In an interview for a job.

Oh my fu-

'Sit down Kimberly. You might be in need of it- or not. Whichever makes you feel rather more comfortable.' He had already placed himself in his leather chair while motioning for me to sit.

I began to unconsciously sniff around the air and could get a whiff of hand sanitizer and clorox wipes all over the place. Weird habit, but it tells me much about a person. He's not changed in that at least...

My legs took me step by step to one of his chairs in front of him and as I looked at his narrowed eyes, I blinked a few times yet again not comprehending the present situation.

'I have a proposition for you. Recently, Stacey has verified a list of people who are in need for jobs yet have the requisites to work for me which have to be highly experienced. Fortunately for you, as your resume tells, you took marketing I take?' No small talk, just straight to the point. He made me sound like some needy woman. Gosh, the nerve!

I cleared my throat and tried to make my words pronunciated with firmness and loud enough, but my voice gave away how I felt at this precise moment. Also, it did not come unnoticed by him either when the corner end of his lip tugged into a speck of a smirk. 'Yes, I did take marketing Mr. Montgomery.'

I was uncertain if to call him by his name, but given to his non-friendly manner, I decided against it.

'You also have tons of experiences by working on different succesful companies per say. I called some of your ex-bosses, they have informed me you quit suddenly? Why is that? I need to know what ocurred. Adding to that, only one which was your latest company was the one you stayed longest. For 6 years if I'm not mistaken. Why the sudden change?' He took out a cream colored folder and filed them in order until he took one single paper out, he held it out between his middle finger and index staring at me.

I was curious as to what was developed and expressed in that paper. Curious me wanted to know why he held precisely that paper but I refuted with myself from asking.

'If you're inquiring I'm unstable, forgive me for the badly portrayed idea. I quit for rather bad luck with some hasty little thing. I do not fancy speaking of anyone when they aren't present, so I'll just mention to you I had a little trouble before.' I avoided his studious eyes even more once he pushed in some thin black glasses he took out from his drawer. The mysterious drawer. Yes, that's what I shall call it.

'It is pertinent at least here that I know what sort of idle troubles you've had.' I sighed, shaking my head slightly, giving him a grimace.

'I also know my rights. Do forgive me, but if it's requested in this job to divulge personal information then, with all due respect, count me out to work here.' My eyes were looking straight at his with some intensity, trying to show a point.

He appeared for a second lost but in about one minute he regained his composure.

'Hmm.' He tapped his index finger on his chin and removed his glasses, neatly placing it on its pouch and taking the cream colored folder along with the white sheet of paper and pouch in his mysterious drawer.

He directed his blue pools toward me, suddenly I was feeling rather chilly. 'I like your resume, like that you're fast on your work from what I heard, and as for your answer of my question, for now I'll let it slip.'

I was thinking of buying the newspaper or something, looking for other jobs for I really thought he wouldn't hire me. But at the mention of those last sentences, I double checked him with wide eyes.

'For now? Are you saying I got the j-job?' I stammered.

Please tell me I'm not dreaming, having one of those odd dreams I always have. This job pays a ton!

He pointed at the office door not sparing me a look while he searched for something in that mysterious drawer of his.

'Be sure to be here at 6 o'clock am tomorrow. Stacey will show you the ropes and everything there is to know. Are you up for working here? Marry, it's tedious working here, but the paycheck sure pays off.' Again, he spoke as if to himself since no eye contact was recieved.

I stood up from my chair, knowing that was my cue. 'Verily, I'm more than grateful to have gotten this job, you won't be dissapointed.'

'I hope so. Now choo. I have some matters to take action upon.' Gosh, why on earth can't he look at me!

But why am I wishing so? I have indeed missed him secretly though, perhaps a little too much. I just don't know what on earth am I to do! I really need this job.

Who do we call for help when we don't know which way to go?

Unfortunately, there's no map or guide to tell me what route should I stride on.

But I have a need to speak to him. After all these years! I was about to enter the office again but as soon as I was about to, turning the knob where he was in view, Stacey called me.

'In a minute!' I called to her politely.

When I looked back to Josh, his eyes were penetrating mine. A flutter inside swam and I wasn't so sure if I actually wanted to talk to him now.

'Was there something you needed?' He asked melodically.

'N-no. Erm, forget it. Thank you!' I shut his door and with a weird smile I glanced at Stacey giving me an odd look.

'I'm ready to be taught!' I replied to Stacey trying to forget that sexy smirk he played before I shut his door.

What to do with me?