Office Grump An Enemies to Lovers Romance - Nicole Snow Page 0,18
unnerving, sinister.
“I have to say, I’m surprised I got this interview considering the way I met Maggot—” Crap! Did I say that? “Magnus, I mean. Mr. Heron, I mean?”
So, this is off to a flawless start.
Ruby laughs, her cherry-red lips peeling back in a grin.
“That makes two of us,” she says.
Not the response I expected.
Okay, then.
“I’m sure you know I have pretty limited design experience, but I’m willing to learn. Whatever you need me to do, if this is for an entry-level thing.”
“You’re not interviewing for a creative job,” she says, her voice flat.
Come again? I’m sure I look as bewildered as I feel. Ugh.
What am I interviewing for? I literally have no other skills.
“I’m not?” I venture. “Oh. I guess I just assumed, after he saw my designs—”
“Mag was quite impressed with you. You’re interviewing for an Executive Assistant position. But you need to know he’s hard to work for. This won’t be a cakewalk, and you’ll work for every penny of the generous compensation package we’re offering. He’ll expect you here by six a.m. and I doubt you’ll leave until he does. The man is married to his work.”
I don’t doubt it. But I get the odd feeling she’s trying to talk me out of the job.
Why?
Because you’re being punked. Duh.
I’m about to shove the chair away from the table and run but my parents’ leaky roof pops into my head. I keep Paige’s heels planted firmly on the ground.
“Can you tell me more about this role? What does an Executive Assistant do, exactly?”
“Whatever Magnus needs. You’ll do his filing, work on contracts, be a point of contact, and fetch his coffee. It won’t be fun, and time off is practically nonexistent.”
I squeeze my eyes shut and blink them open, trying to believe what I’m about to say.
“Look, Ruby, you seem like a nice lady, so I’m going to ask you to be straight with me. The way I met Mr. Heron was godawful. I had a blowout with your boss in public, insulted him, and then you invited me for an interview that I guess I can’t afford to turn down. I lost my job last week, and I’ll be honest. I really need a new one and don’t have time for games. So tell me. Is this real, or is it some twisted revenge plot because I spit on a rich boy’s fancy shoes?”
She purses her lips. “Okay. For reasons I won’t pretend to understand, you intrigued Magnus Heron. He’s not used to people doing anything but fawning over him or else cursing him after he’s won a negotiation. Frankly, I believe it’s a horrible business decision to hire someone with few qualifications for this position just because they piqued his curiosity. I couldn’t convince him otherwise, though, so here we are.”
My gut sinks as she pauses.
“You need to understand his assistants don’t last long,” she continues. “They never have, and after they quit, they usually need therapy. Don’t get all starry-eyed over the compensation package and starting salary and bite off more than you can chew. This would be a hard job for someone with a lot more direct experience than you have.”
I swallow air and push a strand of hair out of my face. “What is the compensation?”
Before she can answer, the door whips open.
And there he stands.
King Dickwad himself, staring at me with an oh-so-superior look imprinted on his face as he adjusts his cufflinks. He’s a razor of a man, so tall and chiseled and rock-hard it’d probably hurt any girl unlucky enough to wind up in his arms even before he smashes her heart to bits.
Magnus strolls in and sits right beside me like I’m already his. Practically in my freaking lap.
In his element, he looks like less of a jackass. Ever so slightly.
But my eyes could be deceiving me because, yes, he’s sculpted like a Greek god, and I hate it.
He looks past me to Ruby. “Have you got the paperwork done yet? I need my new assistant today. There’s more than enough work and no time to waste.”
“Since when do you interrupt my interviews?” Ruby stares him down.
“Since I haven’t had an assistant in weeks,” he growls.
I glare at him. “I bet that’s not Miss Hunting’s fault. She says you’re a dick to work for.”
He scowls at me but doesn’t answer.
Ruby’s eyes trace from me, to him, and back to me.
Her lonely laughter breaks the silence. “You know, you might work out.”