Chapter23

"Good evening, Mrs. Welds." "Good evening." she shook my hand before regaining her seat behind the office table. A seat that had belonged to my father. I sat down too. "How are you?" she asked slowly. "Fine." I replied firmly. "Your documents, please." I took my documents out of my briefcase and handed them over. "Here." She collected them and began to go through. After about five minutes, she looked up at me. "Ace, right?" "Yes, ma'am." "Such a nice and unusual name for a young man." she said with a little smirk. I didn't react. "From what I read here, you are quite well experienced." "Yes, ma'am. I went to the best schools." "That's impressive. And you had the chance to work for Four wheels. For such a young man of twenty four like yourself, to have so much experience, is very impressive." "Thank you." I replied formally. "With all your exploits you could've very well decided to build your own company." 'I know.' "I don't have the means." I lied. She looked at me for some time. "That's not what you look like." she said with another smirk, "Anyway, why do you want to work as a secretary here?" I gave her concrete reasons and from her expression, I knew I'd convinced her. Christina's POV: I listened to him give me good reasons. He was a very handsome young man. Handsome but mysterious. Unlike other people I'd interviewed so far, he was careful with what he said. He was straight to the point and formal. He avoided releasing personal information on his life, unlike others who had done so. His seriousness intrigued me. He hadn't smile even once since he'd entered the office, even when I'd complimented him. He was quite charismatic. He was perfect. He was gonna get that post of secretary. I continued to listen to him with interest. Ace's POV: Christina was clearly eating from my hand. I was going to get the place. This was just a start. While I spoke to her, someone came into the office in heels. I turned to see who it was. A beautiful young woman. She had long, deep brown hair and she wore a fitting short gown which matched her heels. She had files in her hand. I felt my tummy turn upside down? When I saw her eyes, I felt a bit of relief. She had beautiful green eyes. It couldn't be Heather or her sister. They both had brown eyes. She approached the table and greeted me with a slight smirk. "Good evening." "Good evening." Suddenly, I felt a heavy lump in my throat. I'd recognised that provocative smirk on her lips. "Hey, mom." "Sawyer, you just interrupted this interview." Christina replied. My tummy went upside down again. It was Sawyer. I hadn't recognised her. She'd surely put on green eye contacts.  "Well, sorry. I just came to pass these for you to read them." she dropped the files on the table, "Apparently the new cheese products aren't selling very well." Christina collected the files. "Okay." Sawyer then left the office. I was still in some sort of shock after seeing her. But of course, I remained impassive in my expression. "Your first daughter?" I asked, pretending to be ignorant. "No, my second and stubborn last. That's my first." she pointed at some pictures on her wall. I saw two of Sawyer's pictures and on the other side, I saw two pics of Heather. I felt my heartbeat increase. She was so beautiful. She looked like a top model. "She's a part time model and she works here too. But she isn't present for the moment." I nodded. "Okay." "I think we're done, Mr Stonewall. We'll give you a call by the weekend to let you know if you're taken or not." "Okay. Have a good evening." I stood up and left the office. *** That night I returned to the house after a few drinks at a bar. I went up to my room and lay down. It had been quite a strange day. Having seen Christina, brought back a lot of memories from the past. Bad and traumatising ones. It reminded me of how much I'd been humiliated and maltreated. Christina had to pay. And if Sawyer was still the same annoying person, she would pay for her own part. As for Heather, I still had to meet her face to face. I needed to see her. Would she recognise me? Was it risky to tell her who I really was when I'd meet her? I thought and thought. "I have to get that job offer." I told myself. *** Sawyer's POV Once home, mom and I went to our rooms to change into more comfortable clothes. The chef had cooked a delicious meal. Couldn't wait to eat. I changed into a pair of tiny shorts and a T-shirt before going downstairs. Mom was already seated at the table. I joined her. "What did the chef cook?" "I don't know but it looks delicious. Probably one of his secret specialities." mom replied, taking the cover off the dish. True that the meal looked delicious. "Do you know at what time Heather will be back?" she asked "Well–" I was interrupted when Heather came into the living room. "Hi, ma." she kissed my mother and then turned to me, "Hey, cutie" she hugged me. "Hey." I smiled. "How was your day, dear?" mom asked when she took a seat. "It was okay. Hmm, this looks delicious." she referred to the food. We served ourselves and began eating. Then I remembered all the hot guys that came earlier for the interview. I wondered which mom would chose. "So ma, who's got the competence to become secretary amongst all those who came?" I asked "Oh, it was today?" Heather asked. "Yeah." "Nice. So mom, have you made your choice?" she asked. "Um, quite." "Who?" I asked "You'll see. I'll tell you tomorrow after I've called the person I chose."