Chapter 14: You Got The Job

He faltered a bit but went back round to his side and sat back down heavily. He cleared his throat a bit and went through some drawers. “Give me a moment to check that out for you.” After pulling out a certain file, he keyed something into his laptop and cleared his throat once again. “So currently, Mrs. Cohen, we only have three positions available: auditor, account, and finance director. They got fired recently for embezzling funds, so now we’re thoroughly sorting through new applications. No need for you to worry, Ma’am.” She cringed a bit at that new title, but she’d gotten some good news that day at least. She grabbed her bag and took out her flash drive, and handed it to him. “Those are all my documents, and I’m officially applying for the finance director post, please note that this is for formality purposes only,” She commanded. There was an awkward pause, and she saw him shuffle uncomfortably in his seat as he clearly had an inner debate wondering what to do. Torn between his moral code and his need to keep his job.  “Allow me to review it and get back to you,” he replied back. Evonne smiled at him, sweetly grabbed her bag, and stood. “I’ll be waiting, Mr. Jones.” She replied after she took a quick glance at the plaque on his desk.  “Free day for me. Hoot hoot. Goodbye!” As she drove slowly back to the house, trying to focus on the loud music that was blasting from her car and not to brood, she pulled in slowly and parked carefully, noticing Seth’s car was in the garage. Hmm...that was weird. She opted to leave the brown envelope in the car and head into the house. She placed the keys on the counter, removed her shoes quickly and threw them unceremoniously wherever they’d landed, and headed to her room. If she was right and Seth was around, the maids would be forced to clean up after all her mess, especially stupid Helena. The big boss maid. She locked her door and headed straight to the bathroom, removing her clothes as she walked, leaving a trail of clothes behind. Just as she began preparing her bath, she remembered the most important thing. A wine bottle and glass. On days like this, she wishes she had a wine cellar in her room. She should actually probably do that coming to think of it. She wrapped her bathrobe around herself, tied her hair into a messy bun, and headed downstairs. Her gaze locked with Helena’s as she headed straight for the wine cellar and grabbed a random bottle, opting to surprise herself later. She headed into the kitchen, grabbed a packet of chips and took a Mills and Boons book that was lying on the table, and headed back up. She once again locked her door, dropped her bathrobe on the bed, and nearly danced to the bathroom when she heard someone clearing his throat behind her. She stopped dead in her tracks fighting the urge to cover up herself. Evonne was practically naked in her black lace thong with a matching bra. “We need to talk.” A voice came out from him. She turned around, trying to stand proud and not crouch in front of the intense gaze he was throwing her way. “Go ahead.” She let out in a strangled voice. He gulped visibly and stood up straighter, not attempting to cover up the evident bulge in his pants. “I need you to understand that this is a forced marriage. I don’t know what ideas you fed my grandfather that made this happen, but I want you to know I don’t plan on being tied down anytime soon. Nothing is going to change that, okay?” Seth boldly said it. “Fine by me.” She held her chin high, trying to remain unaffected by all this when she had already developed some sick feelings towards this guy. She went over to the door, unlocked it, and held it open for him. “If that’s all, please leave,” she said calmly. She could tell that he didn’t say everything he wanted to say, but he was clearly affected by her appearance and just chose to bite his words back and leave. She closed the door and sighed heavily, holding back the tears that threatened to fall. She was determined to stay strong despite anything that was shot her way. She will not let him see her burst into tears.  She took a deep calming breath and headed to her peaceful haven.  She looked at the time on her phone, and it was a quarter past six. Time flies, and she hasn’t even done anything productive. She groaned into her pillow and turned. She was drifting in and out of sleep for the past hour. Just as sleep was about to nab, her phone vibrated beside her. It was an unknown number. “Evonne here,” she groggily muttered as she placed the phone on her ear. She heard the other person clearing their throat, “Um... Mrs. Cohen?” She slowly sat up, trying to remember where she had heard that voice before.  “Yes?” she got her voice into a formal mode to sound more professional. “It’s Mr. Jones from the HR department.” “Yes?” she pressed for him to go further. “Um, actually, we’ve just gone through your documents Mrs. Cohen, and I gotta say, it’s pretty amazing. You are actually better than the best applicants. So, Mrs. Cohen, seeing as you meet all our requirements, and,” he chuckled a bit nervously, “Well, you’re the boss’s wife. You got the job.” “Excellent,” she said with a self-satisfied grin. She had succeeded in her meticulously crafted scheme. “When would you like me to begin?” “Would tomorrow be suitable?” he queried. “Indeed it would,” she replied confidently. “I am ready to commence forthwith.” **** She had finally become acclimated to her new surroundings and responsibilities, having been given a thorough orientation and introduced to her personal secretary, Ella. Ella had struck her as a friendly and competent individual, and she hoped they would be able to form a harmonious working relationship. The telephone on her desk rang, and she answered, “Yes, Ella?”  “There is a gentleman here to see you, he claims to be the ‘party bot’ and says that you’ll know what he means,” Ella said, sounding somewhat puzzled. Toby must have insisted on calling her, she thought to herself. “She couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle. “Just show that jester in,” she said with a smile.