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Ronald groaned lightly because of the fact his driver, Joseph, had him stuck in traffic. His hand covered his face since he was really trying his best not to lose his temper with him. This isn't the first time this has happened either, so that's exactly why he was upset - though hiding it really well or trying to.

There was a lot on his to-do list as he mentally checked it in his head. Ronald had interviews lined, papers that demanded his signature, and a myriad of other business things that required his attention.

"I told you not to take the alternate route," Ronald spoke through a breathless sigh and Joseph looked back at him with a small chuckle, shaking his head. His body leaned forward, inching closer to Joseph's neck so that he could feel his breath, which obviously sent a shiver up and down his spine. His eyes went to the mirror and saw Joseph's gaze, which made him smirk softly to himself. "Find a way to get us out of this traffic."

Ronald compelled him and he did as he was directed and they were on the way to his building. There, Joseph parked alongside the curb, got out, and opened the door for Ronald, who stepped out and buttoned up his blazer, patting Joseph on the shoulder. He made his way to the elevator and someone was in there but stepped out and apologized while going towards another elevator.

Inside the elevator, his index finger pressed a button that took him up to the top floor. Eyes scanned the potential applicants for his secretary job and a slight scoff came over to him.

"Send them in, one by one," Ronald commanded his assistant, Ben.

After going through many, many grueling applicants, Ben mentioned that there was one more left. Ronald waved his hand in his direction, which let Ben know to send her in. When she revealed herself, Ronald stumbled before standing to his feet, his mind ran rampant with a multitude of questions. 'Is it really her?' He thought as his hand went to a chair in front of his desk, prompting her to sit down. "Hey, how are you?"​

 

[DesdemonaSerafine]

When Regina awoke that morning, she sat up excitedly in her room, today was the interview. Or well her apartment, as much as she'd wanted her degree in business management the debt didn't lend to lavish living. She currently occupied a studio apartment that sat above a pub.

Regina had worked hard for her degree in Business Management and while the hours for this current position didn't lend themselves to much flexibility, she didn't care, more hours, meant more debt paid down.

There was more to it though, she felt as if today was truly the start of the rest of her life. Regina picked an outfit appropriate to wear to an office. Before twisting her hair up into a messy bun. Apply a small layer of make-up, and slipping on a pair of black flats, she left the apartment. She needed to walk to the building, and while she'd been able to secure the last interview to give her time she also believed in being 15 minutes early.

When she arrived she took the elevator up to the floor directed in the instructions, and took a chair in the waiting room. Soon a man was ushering her inside the office room. She walked inside to meet eyes with her interviewer. Who kindly greeted her and motioned for her to sit. "Good afternoon sir, I'm well, I hope your doing well yourself." She said, as she sat in the directed chair.

There was something so strangely familiar about this man, though Regina was sure for the life of her she had never met him before. "My names Regina Lewin, I believe I'm your last interview of the day." She stated to him calmly, crossing her legs like a proper lady.

Her parents had often made fun of her perfect posture, and how at times she spoke as if she was from a different era. She opened her briefcase pulling out a laminated and bound copy of her resume, and handed it to him. "I brought along my resume, I didn't know if you'd have one printed off for you by your team, I'm sure they handled the online screening for these."

She knew how businesses ran and normally someone in this gentlemen's position got the final say, but the first few steps were handled by others.