Chapter 4 

Rita's POV

I woke up fifteen minutes before I had set the alarm. Maybe it's just a habit. Raphael wants his coffee as soon as he wakes up so, I always used to wake up a little before my alarm. In case, if he woke up early, I would give him the coffee and he wouldn't beat me up.

He never did that but, prevention is better than cure,right?

Now that Raphael isn't here I can sleep a little more, but I have to get ready for the interview. It's really important for me to pass this interview. If I don't, then who knows, Raphael could bring Chase in anytime after he returns.

And I wouldn't want that.

Not again. Never.

I freshen up and make myself a go to PB&J sandwich. Because I didn't want to be late under any circumstances.

I take the subway to the office area and thankfully reached there on time.

This building is HUGE.

I thought FR corps was really big but this one was way more.

The interior of the building is really classy and nothing extravagant. Just modern designed walls and perfect work environment.

I go to the reception and see an old woman probably in her 50s, A ' I don't want to smile but I have no choice ' smile plastered on her face. I smiled back at her.

"Good Morning. I'm Rita Mathews, here for an interview." I said politely.

O. Right?" She said while flipping some papers in a file.

"Yes" I replied shortly.

"Go to the elevators towards the left and press the button for the last floor. Okay? Good luck." She said and went back to doing her work.

"Uhm, are there any stairs because I don't really like to travel in an elevator." I asked her.

"Well, there are escalators too, if you want to. But then you will have to take many escalators to reach the second last floor and then you will have to take the staircase to the last floor. Will you be okay?" She said and I nodded. "Okay, go to the right side of the elevators and you'll see them. Alright?" She replied.

"Okay thank you." I smiled and went towards the escalators.

I really couldn't travel in an elevator. I have severe case of agoraphobia or claustrophobia as it's mostly known.

This fear developed in me after what Raphael started doing to me. I started closing myself in my wardrobes or sometimes in my room itself.

And then I started feeling as if I'm losing control over myself, hyperventilating and sweating.

I had consulted a doctor about it but when she asked why I closed myself in wardrobes, I just ran out of there. I was just 17 back then, I didn't have much sense in me.

Then I found online that these are symptoms of claustrophobia and I bought some anti - anxiety pills in case of some emergency which I couldn't avoid.

But I try my best to not go in crowded spaces and confined rooms.

Kate helped a lot. She had said if I ever feel like escaping and closing myself in my room, I should call her and talk to her. And that actually really helped me.

I finally reached the top floor after climbing so many escalators and stairs.

I see a reception and two cabins on the opposite sides of each other, completely closed off.

I go to the reception and see a young girl, about my age. She smiled at me. And I smiled back, a bit nervously.

"Good morning. How may I help you?" She asked.

"Uhm.. I'm here for an interview-" I started.

"Oh, the assistant for our CEO? Right?" She cut me off.

"Yes."

"Damn! You're really early. But that's a good thing. Our CEO doesn't handle tardiness." She said and I chuckled.

"So where do I have to go?" I asked.

"I need to make a call, so please wait for a second." She said and took the telephone.

I waited for a while until she was done and then she got out of her seat.

"This one right here." She said and pointed towards the cabin on the left. "All the best." She gave a thumbs up and I smiled.

I walked towards the room and saw what was written on the name plate.

Tristan

COO

I was confused and before I could turn around to ask the receptionist about it, a girl came out of it.

"Hii. My name's Rachel and I'm Mr. Tristan's personal assistant. Nice to meet you Rita, sir will call you in, wait for just a few minutes." She said while holding out her hand.

I shook her hand and smiled a little and asked what I've been wanting to ask about.

"Uhm... I was here for the interview for the post of assistant of the CEO, but-"

I was cut off by Rachel. "Yes I know but Christophersir isn't available for today, he is not on duty, so Tristan sir will be taChristopher your interview today, he is the co-owner and his brother,so.. and if you get selected, which I truly hope you do, you will work for Christophersir, the CEO. Okay?" She explained.

I nodded in understanding.

"You can go in now. Good luck." She said and walked off.

I could feel my erratic heartbeat and my fingers shaChristopher and sweaty. Something I get from my mom. Whenever she was nervous, she also used to be in the same condition

And once-

Not storytime Rita.

Oh yes. Right.

I knock on the door and hear a subtle 'come in' and I open the door.

There was a guy in about his early 20s sitting behind the large table. It was a modernly designed but a cosy office.

"Good morning s-sir." I said stuttering at the end.

Stupid Rita.

"Morning. Have a seat Ms. Wilson." He said and I sat down on the chair in front of the desk.

"So, I assume my assistant has briefed you about the situation?" He asked.

I nodded in a ' yes ' because i don't trust my speech just yet.

"Okay so without wasting any time, let's start." He said and clasped his hands.

"So let's start with a basic question. Can you name some activities that a personal assistant is expected to perform?" He asked.

"Yes sir. Uhm... Bringing them coffee and lunch, organising their schedules, accompanying them in meetings and maChristopher notes, etc." I said trying my best not to stutter.

"Good. And do you think you are capable of perfectly doing all this?" He asked.

"Yes I am sure I can do all the work given to me, trying my best to do it without any mistakes." I answered confidently.

He asked a few more questions here and there and I answered them all.

"Okay Ms. Wilson, I think you are qualified for this job. You may come for work tomorrow. Let me give you some advice, my brother is a bit hard to handle types but when you do your work sincerely, he will appreciate your work. Okay? Your pay will be 13,870$ per month and it will increase according to your work quality. You will get bonus per year too and overtime cost is different because sometimes you will have to work overtime." He explained.

I gaped at him as he talked. First off, I got the friggin job!

And next, 13000 dollars. Like, seriously!

You're missing the 870 there

Ya and 870$.

"Okay." I replied shortly.

"Okay and your worChristopher hours will be 8 to 8. Are you okay with it?" He asked and I bit my lip.

I couldn't stay till 8, not any chance. Raphael would actually kill me. No kidding.

He would understand if he was sober but most of the time he wasn't. And I was not ready to take risks here.

"Umm.. Ms. Wilson?" I snapped out of my thoughts at that.

"Will it be okay if I work till 6?" I asked and he furrowed his eyebrows.

Oh my God now he will tell me that I couldn't work here anymore.

Then what am I gonna do? Where will I go? This was my last chance. Now Raphael will be back and he will hand me to Chase and all that will happen again. And then-

"Okay. No problem." I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

Huff.. I thought I really won't get the job. I smiled widely and thanked him. He looked amused and then he shook my hand.

I was getting up to leave when I heard him "Will you go on a date with me Ms. Wilson?"

I snapped my head to him with eyes widened.