2| ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪᴅᴇsʜᴀʀᴇ

ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪᴅᴇsʜᴀʀᴇ

I stood there in complete shock, the arrogant man from earlier was in the room. The man was equally surprised, his confused gaze looking me up and down. Then he raised an eyebrow and said sternly, "I didn't expect to see you here."

I rose from the chair and took two steps forward. "I'm not particularly pleased to see you here either, Mr. Amar, right?" I said confidently. Mr. Amar took a few big steps toward me until he was standing right in front of me. "Miss. Rose, my statement probably had an effect there, if I didn't say to you that you'll regret talking to me like that. And lo and behold, now you're here for an interview for the position of my assistant.'' He said to me and grinned cheekily.

At that moment, a kind of anger overcame me, but I didn't want to rip his head off at that moment. Since I had to behave this time because I really needed this job, so I stayed calm.

Alara:,,Okay I'll admit I didn't behave particularly well earlier, and I'm sorry too. But how was I supposed to know my interview was going to be with you.'' I mumbled guiltily. He crossed his arms and began to amus at my apologies.

Mr. Amar: "You must know that I normally do not tolerate such behavior, that was the first and last time you behaved like this towards me. Is that clear?'' He spoke loudly and clearly. At that moment, I was about to freak out because of his arrogant and unkind statement. But I pulled myself together and swallowed it all.

Alara: "Of course, it won't happen again, Mr. Amar." I said sarcastically, giving him a deathly look.

Mr. Amar: "Excellent, then let's sit down and start the interview." He demanded, not taking his intense gaze off me.

*We both sat down, and he leaned back in his chair.*

Mr. Amar: "First of all, I want you to tell me about yourself." He said promptly.

Alara:,,My name is Alara Rose, and I'm 22. I came across your job advertisement on the internet, and I was very interested. I decided to apply. To be honest, I didn't think they would invite me for an interview. As I wrote in my application that I have no qualifications and no experience for this position.'' I added honestly.

Mr. Amar: "Yes, that's right. But you also wrote that you are very goal oriented and responsible and that you are ready for something new. And that piqued my interest.'' He asserted firmly.

He asked more questions and I answered them professionally and confidently. Mr. Amar got up from his chair and put his hand in his pocket. He slowly approached me. Mr. Amar looked at my papers and appeared to be reading something. He bent slightly over me to get a better look. As he approached, his dominant male scent lingered on my nostrils. As he went through my papers, my eyes were on his unbranded face. At that moment he raised his gaze and met mine, I immediately lowered my gaze. He looked away quickly and straightened up.

Mr. Amar:,,Okay so I've watched and listened to everything, but I need some time to think it over. I'll let you know then."

*I smiled and got up from my chair.*

Alara: "Okay well let me know what you think, my phone number is in the documents."

*He forced a smile on his face and nodded.*

I took a few steps towards the door and just as my hand touched the doorknob I heard Mr. Amar's voice.

Mr Amar: "Miss. Rose?'' I acted on that and turned in his direction. He picked up my purse in his right hand. I forgot on the chair.

Alara:,,Ohh...'' I said awkwardly and took a few big steps to him, he handed me the bag. At that moment my hand stroked his, and I felt a brief electrifying sensation that made my heart skip a beat. I said a soft "thank you" and walked out.

*Somewhat later.*

As I sat back in my car, I thought about Mr. Amar. I really didn't want to work as his assistant. That would be a cut above hell for the reason that he is extremely arrogant and conceited. But this would be the best possibility I would have for my later life.

When I got home, the day passed very quickly. I cooked lunch, did gardening and housework. I ended up reading my favorite romance novel on the couch while dozing off. Some time later, an incoming call woke me up.

Alara:,,Hello?'' A tired voice whispered

Nora:,,Hey Alara I still can't decide which dress to wear. Have you chosen your outfit yet?"

Oh no, today is our girl's day, I totally forgot about that. Nora and I go to our favorite restaurant for dinner once a month.

I looked at the clock, and it was already 7:32 pm Yeah...and our meeting is at 8:00 pm.

Nora: "Hello, Alara, are you still there?" she asked.

Alara; 'Ohh yes, yes Nora, I'll see what I'm going to wear in a moment, we'll see each other then. Bye!''

I quickly got up from the sofa and hurried to my bedroom, I had to get ready quickly because Nora hates it when someone is late...I put on a black dress and black high heels.

I picked up a brush and quickly began to touch up my makeup. I put my keys in my purse and my cell phone. Next I left the apartment. The sun was already setting outside.

I got into my car and shortly after that I drove off. I played my favorite song and sang along. After 10 minutes of driving I finally arrived, I got out and walked into the restaurant. Where Nora was already waiting on a table, I quickly approached her, we greeted each other and gave each other a left/right kiss. I sat down across from her. We started talking, And i was telling her about the arrogant guy and also mentioned that maybe he will be my boss soon.

Nora:,,Wow, I hear you had an exciting day, but don't let that Mr. Amar tell you anything! Like how you didn't know him before. He's the coveted billionaire bachelor. All women rave about him, but they say he's untouchable.'' Nora said in astonishment.

Alara:,,Oh Nora, I really don't care. I can't stand him already.'' I answered

*The waiter came and we ordered.*

Alara: "I'd like the Mexican chicken salad and a glass of white wine with it, please."

Nora: "And I would like the couscous with vegetables and also a glass of white wine."

While we waited for our order, we kept talking when after about 10 minutes our food arrived. I picked up the fork and started eating, when suddenly Nora's cell phone rang. She answered, and I took a sip of my wine. While she was on the phone, I sensed her expression turn to concern, she spoke briefly to the person on the phone and hung up.

Alara: "Nora what happened?" I asked worried.

Nora:,,Alara, my brother had an accident..'' She

yelled worried and got up from her chair, I got up and pushed the chair back at the table.

Alara:,,WHAT an accident!?'' I replied, with a shocked expression on my face.

Nora: "Yeah, but the doctors said it wasn't too bad, but still , I have to see him .As you know, my car is in the workshop, it would take too long to find a taxi, will you lend me your car, please?" she asked politely as tears welled up in her eyes.

Alara:,,But of course, that's no question!'' I reached out to her and gave her a comforting hug putting the car keys in her hand.

Nora: "But how do you get home, it's late?"

Alara: "Don't worry, you should go now.. Don't forget to call me later and tell me everything!" I said worried and we told our goodbye's . After she left, I quickly paid the bill, picked up my bag from the chair, and walked out. But no matter how unlucky I was, it was raining like no other pitch black and cold night.

Alara:,,Wow, nice night in July...''

My mind rethinking if right now really is the time

To be sarcastic.

I walked to the main street and waved my hand to hail a taxi, but at this hour most taxis were occupied. My clothes were soaked and so was my hair, I crossed my arms and tried to warm myself. Because it was getting freezing. At that moment I saw a car coming my way, the car slowed down and turned right at my side. I looked curiously at the car as a man got off. But when I looked at him more closely, I saw that it was Mr. Amar. he approached me with a concerned look.

*As he stood in front of me, he began to speak.*

Mr. Amar: "Do you need a ride?" He asked sincerely.

-ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ғᴀᴛᴇ ᴜɴɪᴛᴇs ᴜs-

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