Chapter 3

oliver

"oliver finely, you can meet mr. adler in the back room," the aged lady points her finger at me and i frantically get up from the cold metal chair, almost stumbling down in the process.

"the rest of you can go, we'll contact you for further details," i gulp and watch as frustrated sighs leave their lips, alfie giving me a cold look before getting up and harshly grabbing his bag, exiting the room. the shorter guy, with purple hair gives me a small smile, mouthing a 'congratulations' and i smile back at him, thanking him quietly.

the lady leads me to another room with a white polished door, and i watch as she adjusts her glasses before slightly tapping against the wood.

"come in," a deep voice booms from inside and i can feel my heart pounding in my chest as the door opens to reveal a messy looking office, the blue eyed man settled on one of the large bean bags casually, his eyes fixed on the ipad in his hands.

"this is oliver finely, the one you liked the best out of-" the lady begins in her croaky voice but the man just raises his hand up in the air to stop her from speaking.

"yeah, yeah, i'll take care of him, you can go," he dismissively speaks, and the poor lady eyes him warily before leaving me alone with him.

"oliver finely," his eyes flicker to me and i can feel my breath hitching in my throat as i look away from him, my fingers clutching my folder tightly.

"close the door," he instructs, and it takes me a moment to register his words before i quickly turn around, pushing the door until it clicks shut.

"you've got a nice ass," he says casually and i feel my cheeks heat before i quickly turn back around to face him, pulling at the hem of my shirt to cover myself.

"um, w-what?" i stutter slightly and he smirks, putting his device to the side and getting up from his bean bag. he wiggles his hips slightly, pulling his jeans up and walks towards me, eyes raking across my frame not-so-subtly.

"let's talk about work, shall we?" his hand travels up to my face, and he pushes a strand of hair away from my forehead as he raises one of his eyebrows, in an attractive gesture. unable to respond, i just gulp, nodding slightly as i follow him towards the cherry wood table in the other corner of the room, hoping that this is not how uncomfortable i'll be feeling everytime i talk to this guy.