Chapter 2

The other one remaining was busy giving her glares. The receptionist didn't even seem to care as she seemed to be busy and lost in the computer and work she was doing. After another twenty minutes it was only me and the typing lady remaining. Thanks to that but my stomach was so empty it seemed to make its own drumming I didn't eat proper last night and I didn't eat breakfast. I was going to go home and not have food again. Gosh I was almost broke. "Miss Mayers please go in it is your turn" she said looking at me like she was still trying to figure me out. She was not going to know me that easily. I took my purse then started walking toward the direction the others took when they were told that they were called. When I arrived at the door it was the only one in that hallway and it didn't seem to be missed because on top it was written Jvanv in big bold letters. I knocked the door twice then heard a come in a masculine voice. I slowly opened the door. His chair was turned away from the direction of the door. "Name" he said in a rather flat tone. He wasn't asking. No the man was demanding. I almost grigged my teeth but did not out of respect. "Nayra" I answered. "Do you have only one name? Are you an animal? Even animals have two names"he said his tone still flat maybe he was trying to calm himself or something. I was taken back by his words which I did not take to heart but hey as long I get the job right. "Nayra Hotch" I said plainly. Asking a person their name while not looking at them was something taken wrongly. Asking them if they were animals was another offensive thing. It was offensive to give an interview to your candidates facing away from them or not even giving them a proper greeting. A moment of silence passed. I kept silence along with him. He slowly turned himself then looked at me. What I saw made my breath hitch. His face was of a greekgod let not even talk about his dark brown hair. He needed to be painted on a canvas and be kept in the museum. His jaw so sharp it could cut you. A sports body. What a human being. "Are you done staring? " he asked in a bored tone. That made my eyes snap at him. And that immediately made me dislike him. What did he think talking to me like that All that handsomeness and hotness became unattractive to me when I remembered the kind if tone he used on me a while ago. "Tell me why do you want this job? " he asked standing up walking to a table that looked like it had tequila and whiskey. Typical Wasn't it too early to drink especially while giving an interview. "Are you going to answer me? " asked this time standing in front of me. How he got there so fast I didn't know. "I need this job because of my current living situation sir." I said to him. If that was enough I didn't know. "Really then why do you keep staring at me? " he asked me leaning In a little bit closer to me. Mister you better lean the fuck back before I punch you in your balls. My hands were already in a fist. "I am sorry what?" I asked again The balls of this man. "Do I really need to repeat myself wasn't I clear?" He asked annoyed. "Did you just hint that I want you?" I asked in disbelief. He blinked at me in an annoyed manner. Like he was contemplating if it was my hearing senses that were disappointing me or my brain being slow to process information. He probably thought the later. "Did you mean that I really want you?" I asked giving him a glare and maybe confirming his assumptions. He was even closer. What kind if interview was this. "What the hell do you think you are? " I asked loudly standing up pushing him away. My hands on my hips I was ragging. "You came for this job interview because you want me. Isn't that true? Get out" he said looking at me with narrowed eyes. When did I even say I wanted this man. The balls. Hell to the no he was not going to say that I want to sleep with him and then go ahead and disrespect me. "Do you really think that I would waste my time to come and bed a man who would be my employer? Do you thing I scoop that low so that I can get a job? " I asked my face daring him to say a yes. I didn't give a fuck of who he was I didn't give a fuck about how hot and handsome he was but he was. He was going a piece of my mind and wrath all together. "Yes" he answered calmly unfazed by my reaction. Then I walked to him all the time he was looking at me. I made sure to walk extra slow and when I was near to him enough. I took the glass of tequila out if his hand slowly kept it on the table. The whole time he was giving me a warry eye. Then I poured all the ingredients on his rich ass looking suit. No one was going to disrespect me that much and then still act like it was a normal thing to do. "You can take your job and shove it up your ass. I don't give a fuck anymore" I said walking out. Even while enraging I walked like nothing happened in his office. With confidence and head held high. I knew I was not going to get this job because of what I did but fuck it.