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I flipped through the pages of the portfolio without interest. It was horrible. I already knew my boss, Amelia, would hate it. With a sigh, I threw it in the trash. I sipped a coffee and, realizing it was too bitter, added another teaspoon of sugar.
My door opened and my best friend and roommate, Kenny, walked in. He was wearing tight black pants and a nice dark green sweater that brought out his blue eyes.
“Hey, bitch,” he greeted, looking at me. “You look beautiful today.”
I turned around, smiling and popping my narrow hips out of my leather pants. “I try.”
“We have a meeting in ten minutes. I assumed you’d forget, so here I am.”
“Thank God one of us is organized,” I said, grabbing my phone and laptop, then following him toward the exit.
Walking side by side, we discussed the latest trends as we entered the meeting room. We took our places at the end of the table, mine next to where Amelia would sit and Kenny at the one in front of me. We exchanged a glance and I tried to hold back my laughter as Amelia entered.
“Coffee, Sarah.” He said abruptly. I immediately got up and went back to the employee lounge. I waited impatiently for the coffee to be ready, then put a lump of sugar in it, just the way she liked it, and returned to the meeting room. She gave me a nod of thanks and the meeting began.
“So, next month’s theme,” Amelia began, looking through some papers. “I’m thinking about style in the workplace.”
“I’d talk about leather, it’s all the rage right now.” Kenny immediately offered. Everyone nodded and wrote on their Macbook pro.
“How about an article on female bosses? Powerful and sexy?” A girl named Julie gave it a try. She was a pretty blonde with a bob who never had original ideas, but once she had a good idea, she was able to put together a perfect article.
“Done and done.” Someone complained. Julie glanced around until Amelia spoke again.
“I agree,” he said. “We need something fresh.”
Everyone tossed out ideas, some immediately rejected with disgust, others considered. I bit the end of my pencil and collected a few ideas. Then one came to me. So I waited for a moment of silence and began to speak.
“What do you think of the idea of being your own boss? Someone who got to the top on their own, worked hard to get there and has divine taste in style?”. I tried.
Amelia gave me a strange look before smiling. I like her. But who does? Think of the people.”
“What do you think of this blogger, Leighton something? She founded a blog that’s becoming very popular. And she’s beautiful, too.” One man, Aiden, said.
Good idea. Could be interesting. Any other candidates?” Amelia asked.
“Oh my God.” Kenny suddenly exclaimed. Everyone turned to look at him and he clapped his hands enthusiastically. “Ethan Matthews!”
I heard murmurs of agreement around the room as everyone typed something on their laptops. Everyone seemed to know who he was, except me. “I’m sorry, who?” I asked with confusion.
Kenny chuckled and sipped his coffee. “Oh, my little, unsuspecting, North Carolina girl. Ethan Matthews of Matthews Enterprises. Self-made millionaire, only twenty-four years old. And he’s super sexy, too. Always well-dressed. And kind of a mysterious bad boy that everyone loves.”
“Oh,” I replied, typing his name into Google. “Holy shit, that’s cool!” I exclaimed.
Amelia stared at me, and I blushed in an instant.
“I mean, oh wow, is she… attractive?” I said in a voice an octave higher than usual. She rolled her eyes as I clicked through a few sites, ignoring the rest of the conversation. The first article is from Business Weekly.
Ethan Matthews, 24, is officially a multi-millionaire. His company and brand are growing exponentially, as is his wealth. He recently purchased a two-story mansion valued at 3.7 million. He owns six cars, each valued at over $100,000. His beach house is valued at 1.5 million. And he did it all by himself.
Impressed, I clicked on the next site. This time, from the blog New York Socialite.
British Matthews was recently spotted dating Amelia’s Secret model Larissa Santos. He could not be reached for comment, but Larissa claims the two are “just friends”. But she’s not the only woman Matthews has been with. He’s known to be a “womanizer”, so watch out ladies!
Interesting. In English? That’s a point in his favor. I was looking at the photos, intrigued by his mysterious green eyes, when I heard someone call my name.
“Hm?” I asked, turning my attention away from the screen.
“Nice of you to join us,” Amelia grumbled. “I just wanted to let you know that your job will be to get Matthews to agree to the interview, since it was your idea.”
“Oh. Sure, that’s fine. No problem.” I said nervously, writing my note. He gave me a strange smirk that I didn’t really understand.
“Meeting adjourned. Sarah, I expect an answer from him by Friday.”
I nodded, closed my laptop, grabbed my coffee and left the room. I heard Kenny call my name and slowed down so he could catch up.
“Do you understand what he just did?!” He exclaimed as he pulled me into his office. I shook my head and sipped my lukewarm coffee. “He’s setting you up for failure! Matthews doesn’t do interviews, ever. She knows it won’t work.”
“Really?” I groaned, collapsing into her chair. “Not even one for a magazine as big as Ashwin?”
“No,” he replied. “Apparently, he hates publicity. He beat up something like six paparazzi. God, he’s so hot. I bet she’s very strong. I can imagine if…”
“Kenny! Check your hormones,” I ordered and he rolled his eyes. “I’ll try anyway, I’ll call your office or something.”
“Matthews Enterprises, this is Jessica,” a young woman answered.
“Hi, this is Sarah from Ashwin magazine. I was wondering if Mr. Matthews was available to…”
“I’m going to have to stop you right there, Mrs.,” he interrupted. “Mr. Matthews doesn’t give interviews. Thank you for your understanding.”
I heard a click and the line closed. I squeezed the bridge of my nose and sighed, looking for another number, an e-mail address, anything. I found a work e-mail from Ethan Matthews and wrote to him immediately.
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To: Ethan Matthews
Mr. Matthews, the article for next month’s Ashwin magazine will highlight a powerful person who has worked hard to get where she is now. Someone who is her own boss. We agreed that you would be the ideal person to represent this. We’d love to interview you for our magazine. Please let us know if you are interested and which day you prefer.
Thank you for your interest,
Sarah Anderson, Ashwin Fashion
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I waited nervously for a reply, tapping my red fingernails on the desk. It came quickly, a small sound echoed in my office. I opened the email enthusiastically.
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From: Ethan Matthews, head of Matthews Enterprises
Ms. Anderson, thank you for your offer. Please do not contact this address again or a restraining order will be placed. My apologies for the inconvenience.
Thank you,
Ethan Matthews, Manager of Matthews Enterprises
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I couldn’t hold back the nervous chuckle that escaped my lips the moment my forehead touched the desk. I repeated the action, louder. I remained in position when I heard Kenny enter my office.
“I take it you agreed,” he teased.
I turned and gave him an annoyed look. “I sent him a perfectly written e-mail and he threatened to place a restraining order.”
“Oh my God,” Kenny laughed. “It probably wasn’t him. Chances are his secretaries respond to most stupid emails.”
“So mine was stupid?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
He held up his hands defensively. “For him, probably.” I crossed my arms over my chest with a pout on my face. Kenny looked amused and, leaning against the wall, said, “Want some advice?”
“Please,” I sighed.
“Go to his office. Talk to him in person. You’re sexy and he obviously likes girls, unfortunately, so use your charm and try to get him to accept you.”
“I have the charm of a dying horse.”
“You’re not wrong.”
“Thank you for boosting my self-esteem.”
He shrugged, “You’re going. It’s the only chance of getting a legitimate answer from Matthews himself.”
“Okay.” I said, groaning. I put my chin in my hands. Kenny winked and walked away. I stared at my computer, from where Ethan Matthews’s stupid millionaire face laughed in my face.
What had I gotten myself into?
My door opened and my best friend and roommate, Kenny, walked in. He was wearing tight black pants and a nice dark green sweater that brought out his blue eyes.
“Hey, bitch,” he greeted, looking at me. “You look beautiful today.”
I turned around, smiling and popping my narrow hips out of my leather pants. “I try.”
“We have a meeting in ten minutes. I assumed you’d forget, so here I am.”
“Thank God one of us is organized,” I said, grabbing my phone and laptop, then following him toward the exit.
Walking side by side, we discussed the latest trends as we entered the meeting room. We took our places at the end of the table, mine next to where Amelia would sit and Kenny at the one in front of me. We exchanged a glance and I tried to hold back my laughter as Amelia entered.
“Coffee, Sarah.” He said abruptly. I immediately got up and went back to the employee lounge. I waited impatiently for the coffee to be ready, then put a lump of sugar in it, just the way she liked it, and returned to the meeting room. She gave me a nod of thanks and the meeting began.
“So, next month’s theme,” Amelia began, looking through some papers. “I’m thinking about style in the workplace.”
“I’d talk about leather, it’s all the rage right now.” Kenny immediately offered. Everyone nodded and wrote on their Macbook pro.
“How about an article on female bosses? Powerful and sexy?” A girl named Julie gave it a try. She was a pretty blonde with a bob who never had original ideas, but once she had a good idea, she was able to put together a perfect article.
“Done and done.” Someone complained. Julie glanced around until Amelia spoke again.
“I agree,” he said. “We need something fresh.”
Everyone tossed out ideas, some immediately rejected with disgust, others considered. I bit the end of my pencil and collected a few ideas. Then one came to me. So I waited for a moment of silence and began to speak.
“What do you think of the idea of being your own boss? Someone who got to the top on their own, worked hard to get there and has divine taste in style?”. I tried.
Amelia gave me a strange look before smiling. I like her. But who does? Think of the people.”
“What do you think of this blogger, Leighton something? She founded a blog that’s becoming very popular. And she’s beautiful, too.” One man, Aiden, said.
Good idea. Could be interesting. Any other candidates?” Amelia asked.
“Oh my God.” Kenny suddenly exclaimed. Everyone turned to look at him and he clapped his hands enthusiastically. “Ethan Matthews!”
I heard murmurs of agreement around the room as everyone typed something on their laptops. Everyone seemed to know who he was, except me. “I’m sorry, who?” I asked with confusion.
Kenny chuckled and sipped his coffee. “Oh, my little, unsuspecting, North Carolina girl. Ethan Matthews of Matthews Enterprises. Self-made millionaire, only twenty-four years old. And he’s super sexy, too. Always well-dressed. And kind of a mysterious bad boy that everyone loves.”
“Oh,” I replied, typing his name into Google. “Holy shit, that’s cool!” I exclaimed.
Amelia stared at me, and I blushed in an instant.
“I mean, oh wow, is she… attractive?” I said in a voice an octave higher than usual. She rolled her eyes as I clicked through a few sites, ignoring the rest of the conversation. The first article is from Business Weekly.
Ethan Matthews, 24, is officially a multi-millionaire. His company and brand are growing exponentially, as is his wealth. He recently purchased a two-story mansion valued at 3.7 million. He owns six cars, each valued at over $100,000. His beach house is valued at 1.5 million. And he did it all by himself.
Impressed, I clicked on the next site. This time, from the blog New York Socialite.
British Matthews was recently spotted dating Amelia’s Secret model Larissa Santos. He could not be reached for comment, but Larissa claims the two are “just friends”. But she’s not the only woman Matthews has been with. He’s known to be a “womanizer”, so watch out ladies!
Interesting. In English? That’s a point in his favor. I was looking at the photos, intrigued by his mysterious green eyes, when I heard someone call my name.
“Hm?” I asked, turning my attention away from the screen.
“Nice of you to join us,” Amelia grumbled. “I just wanted to let you know that your job will be to get Matthews to agree to the interview, since it was your idea.”
“Oh. Sure, that’s fine. No problem.” I said nervously, writing my note. He gave me a strange smirk that I didn’t really understand.
“Meeting adjourned. Sarah, I expect an answer from him by Friday.”
I nodded, closed my laptop, grabbed my coffee and left the room. I heard Kenny call my name and slowed down so he could catch up.
“Do you understand what he just did?!” He exclaimed as he pulled me into his office. I shook my head and sipped my lukewarm coffee. “He’s setting you up for failure! Matthews doesn’t do interviews, ever. She knows it won’t work.”
“Really?” I groaned, collapsing into her chair. “Not even one for a magazine as big as Ashwin?”
“No,” he replied. “Apparently, he hates publicity. He beat up something like six paparazzi. God, he’s so hot. I bet she’s very strong. I can imagine if…”
“Kenny! Check your hormones,” I ordered and he rolled his eyes. “I’ll try anyway, I’ll call your office or something.”
“Matthews Enterprises, this is Jessica,” a young woman answered.
“Hi, this is Sarah from Ashwin magazine. I was wondering if Mr. Matthews was available to…”
“I’m going to have to stop you right there, Mrs.,” he interrupted. “Mr. Matthews doesn’t give interviews. Thank you for your understanding.”
I heard a click and the line closed. I squeezed the bridge of my nose and sighed, looking for another number, an e-mail address, anything. I found a work e-mail from Ethan Matthews and wrote to him immediately.
—————————-
To: Ethan Matthews
Mr. Matthews, the article for next month’s Ashwin magazine will highlight a powerful person who has worked hard to get where she is now. Someone who is her own boss. We agreed that you would be the ideal person to represent this. We’d love to interview you for our magazine. Please let us know if you are interested and which day you prefer.
Thank you for your interest,
Sarah Anderson, Ashwin Fashion
—————————-
I waited nervously for a reply, tapping my red fingernails on the desk. It came quickly, a small sound echoed in my office. I opened the email enthusiastically.
—————————-
From: Ethan Matthews, head of Matthews Enterprises
Ms. Anderson, thank you for your offer. Please do not contact this address again or a restraining order will be placed. My apologies for the inconvenience.
Thank you,
Ethan Matthews, Manager of Matthews Enterprises
—————————-
I couldn’t hold back the nervous chuckle that escaped my lips the moment my forehead touched the desk. I repeated the action, louder. I remained in position when I heard Kenny enter my office.
“I take it you agreed,” he teased.
I turned and gave him an annoyed look. “I sent him a perfectly written e-mail and he threatened to place a restraining order.”
“Oh my God,” Kenny laughed. “It probably wasn’t him. Chances are his secretaries respond to most stupid emails.”
“So mine was stupid?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
He held up his hands defensively. “For him, probably.” I crossed my arms over my chest with a pout on my face. Kenny looked amused and, leaning against the wall, said, “Want some advice?”
“Please,” I sighed.
“Go to his office. Talk to him in person. You’re sexy and he obviously likes girls, unfortunately, so use your charm and try to get him to accept you.”
“I have the charm of a dying horse.”
“You’re not wrong.”
“Thank you for boosting my self-esteem.”
He shrugged, “You’re going. It’s the only chance of getting a legitimate answer from Matthews himself.”
“Okay.” I said, groaning. I put my chin in my hands. Kenny winked and walked away. I stared at my computer, from where Ethan Matthews’s stupid millionaire face laughed in my face.
What had I gotten myself into?
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