2 Two

"Ah, yes, Ms. Cortez. You have a scheduled meeting with the boss, correct?" The older woman checked from behind the front desk. "Yes," Vallon managed to croak through the nerves that were overwhelming her body.

The woman gave a brief smile, then pulled her flaming orange hair into a tight ponytail. The woman stood up, pushing back her desk chair and motioning for the ravenette to follow her, while leading the way.

Vallon clutched her knuckles around the straps of her handbag, loosening and tightening her hand in a fist to relieve the stress. The sharp sound of heels clacking against the marble floor echoed through the halls as the two made there way to the elevator.

The elevator door opened. Vallon noticed the number of buttons on one of the elevator walls. There were so many buttons, so many floors.

After a few more stops and a few more button pushes, they had finally reached the top of the building. Vallon stepped out, and the first sight that came into view was the view of the city down below.

The walls were bulletproof glass, so they were clear to see out of. The ravenette walked towards the large clear wall, glancing at the outside. She could see everything. A crisp blue and pink painted the afternoon sky, and little tufts of white clouds appeared here and there, drifting through the wind. The tops of buildings spread across the city and cars were speeding, along with people hustling to finish their errands before the stores closed.

I'd be extremely lucky to get a job here. Vallon thought, her insecurities kicking in.

"The view sure is beautiful, isn't it? Mr. Charles Johansen, the founder of this company, thought it would be a nice add on." The orange haired desk woman stated, noticing Vallon's sudden interest.

Vallon's face flushed a little from embarrassment, as she hadn't meant to space out so childishly. The corners of the desk woman's lips curled into a small smile in return. "This way, we're almost there." She replied, motioning for Vallon to follow.

The two walked down the long hall in silence, until they finally reached a door at the end of the hall. "Mr. Johansen" was written in gold lining in the middle of the wooden frame.

"He should be in here, this is his main office. Good luck!" The orange haired woman spoke, before turning away and heading back to the elevator to return to her duties. Before she had turned away completely, Vallon had gotten a chance to read the glistening silver name-tag that was pinned to the woman's shirt.

"Caline," Vallon murmured. "Her name is Caline." She finished, before leaving the thought behind and scrambling to adjust her form to a suitable position.

Vallon swallowed the huge lump in her throat, then balled her hand into a loose fist and knocked on the door three times in polite manner. "Come in." A deep, velvet voice rang. Vallon flinched at the sudden familiarness to that voice, that handsome, hypnotizing voice...

The ravenette internally slapped herself, breaking out of her trance. Her face suddenly turned hot as she realized how long she had been standing at the doorway, her new possible boss just waiting behind a door, impatiently.

Vallon quickly opened the door, careful not to trip as she had done the last time. "S-Sorry," She stuttered, internally cursing at her action not long afterword. "Please take a seat, Ms. Cortez." The voice rang again.

Vallon resisted the urge to flinch once again. It can't be... there's no way. She thought to herself. The ravenette hesitated, afraid to look. And once she did, her thoughts concluded as her suspicions were correct.

Horror slowly showed in her features and her face paled as the life drained out of it. Sitting right here in front of her, her new potential boss and the owner of her dream company was...

"Owen Johansen." Vallon responded in a cold manner. Her fingers trembled as she managed to pull out a chair and sit down on it before she collapsed onto the ground and embarrassed herself further.

The two sat face to face, the only material separating them was the polished wooden and glass desk standing in between. Owen's face was hard, his expression full of nothing but seriousness. His emerald green eyes were cold and dark, piercing through her own.

"I'm going to ask you a few questions, then I'm going to need you to fill out this form." He stated plainly. Locks of loose golden hair pieces fell in front of his eyes as he scanned the sheet of paper.

Vallon straightened her posture and began to chew the inside of her bottom lip. Owen noticed her stiffness.

"It shouldn't be too hard, so let's begin." He remarked, before beginning the test.