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I walked inside, tiptoed, looking around for the pathway that led to the finest dining hall c*m bedroom I had seen in my life.
The flat was a showcase of opulence and refined taste, blending classic sophistication with modern luxury. Expansive, open-plan spaces were adorned with exquisite materials like rich hardwood floors, marble countertops, and intricate moldings. High ceilings often embellished with crystal chandeliers or custom-designed lighting, casting a warm glow over the elegantly appointed rooms. The furnishings were sumptuous and bespoke, featuring plush sofas, designer rugs, and antique or high-end contemporary pieces.
Art collections and rare artifacts were displayed in gallery-like settings, while state-of-the-art technology integrates seamlessly into the décor, from home automation systems to high-fidelity sound systems. The master suite was a sanctuary of indulgence, complete with a sprawling walk-in closet, a spa-like bathroom with a soaking tub and rainfall shower, and a private terrace or balcony offering serene views. Every detail, from the curated artwork to the tailored upholstery, reflects a level of luxury that epitomizes both comfort and exclusivity.
I stood with my mouth wide open, frozen.
No way a flat was customized for a man like this.
"Sit"
My back turned to meet one of the most gorgeous men I had seen in a while.
Grey eyes, strong features and a sharp jawline. Slick washed hair with a tiny mole on his cheek.
He sported a well-fitted, crisp button-down shirt that complemented his physique, paired with dark, slim-fit jeans that enhanced his silhouette.
His chappals were sleek and polished. Accessories were minimal yet deliberate—a classic watch and, a subtle bracelet—adding a touch of refinement without overpowering the look.
But who wore a watch at the middle of the night?
His grooming was impeccable, with a fresh haircut and a clean shave, contributing to an overall appearance that was both relaxed and polished.
The combination of well-chosen, comfortable clothing and a self-assured demeanor highlightd his natural attractiveness, making him stand out effortlessly in any casual setting.
I didn't ogle for more than thirty seconds before averting my gaze to the floor, my safe zone.
"Sit", he was scowling, indeed.
I felt irritation walk into his deep voice- a testimony to his larynx shrinking little for those air to never escape and cause the deepest notes ever- as my stupid messy ass sat down to crease the fine leather couch.
"Make yourself comfortable"
My throat turned dry at him sitting opposite me.
I needed water.
But my timid self didn't rose to ask for it.
"Let's not beat about the bush. You seem your in a hurry"
My eyes met his for a second. I shook my head and spoke.
"You summoned for me?"
It was a question but he just threw that out the window.
"You are late...very as well. I asked you for two days before and you are here in my apartment tonight. What is the reason is none of my business. As a late model, I don't really need you in my company. You can leave."
What?
That was no way to speak to a woman.
Before I could say anything, he stood up and walked inside.
My anger rose.
Is this what I came for?
The f*****g clarity I needed already lay in the depth of his words.
Get.out.
I huffed and stood up.
My heart hurt with a pang of guilt and frustration.
I didn't just book a bus and come here, alone to get this disrespect.
I felt sad for Mrs Jane..and my unwavering situation in a place I felt left out of.
And here was this man making me feel like trash after my extra efforts to reach him.
My stomach burned with an intensity of emotions, I ran inside to where he went with, a thousand words in my head, only to lose my composure.
"YOU CALL YOURSELF A MAN AFTER INVITING A WOMAN HERE AND TELLING HER SHE IS WORTH NOTHING? I WAS FORCED TO COME HERE BY YOUR ASSISTANT WHO FEELS SHE WILL DIE IF SHE DOESN'T LISTEN TO YOU, IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT, HAVING BOOKED A BUS ONLY TO HEAR YOU DON'T ACCEPT LATE APPLICANTS? WHAT PART OF THIS MUST I TAKE INTO CONSIDERATION? THE FACT YOUR A BAD PERSON OR A BAD CEO?"
I was gasping for breath.
Not in my life did I just jump at someone, until it was absolutely necessery.
The last time I had done this was when my parents forced me into medical school, and I lost it.
Until when they asked for a second plan, and I notified them with modelling, recieving shouts and assaults in return.
Mr Zeus, majestic as he was, stood still, staring at me, not a muscle jumping in his body.
He leaned against his kitchen counter and nodded.
"You join tomorrow."
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