mom, you really have to wish me luck, I desperately need this job, Caro, you have to take it easy Mrs Anita spoke over the phone.

"next person"

mom I got to go, see you soon. love you, bye.

I watched as yet another female walked out of his office looking angry as she adjusted her business shirt.

' mr. Johnson? An older man wearing a black plaid jacket called out, pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose as he scanned the waiting area.

I stood up at the sound of my name and greeted him with nervous nod and a smile that probably turned out more like a grimace.

"this way please" the man said escorting me into the office that ten other girls had previously entered and exited before me.

I clutched tightly at the folder containing my carefully listed skills and qualifications, I had worked my ass out just to get these to perfection, just for a chance at this job.

"thank you", I muttered. he gave me a reassuring pat on the shoulder before existing the room quietly and shutting the door behind him with a soft 'thud'.

I let out a nervous sign before turning around to meet the man I'd only ever seen on billboards, the internet and magazines. it was the first time I would see him in person.

" Name, " he stated.

I cleared my throat and wipe my sweaty palms on my grey pencil skirt. "Hello", I said, " my name is Caro Johnson. " I smiled nervously at the authority figure seated on a large leather chair behind a dark, polished marble desk so large it almost took up the entire length of the office.

He didn't glance in my direction as I walked forward and place my resume on his desk with shaky hands.

"take a seat , he muttered, still staring intently at his computer screen.

I nodded, even though I knew he wasn't going to be paying attention to the gesture "thank you", I took a seat in one of the leather chairs that were place in front of his desk, and gripped the arm of the chair with such force that I watched my knuckles turn white.

A few silent moments passed by his hazel green eyes flickered in my direction briefly and then doing a double take.

I felt my eyes widen slightly and l visibly swallowed from nervousness. was I not wearing the correct clothing? did he recognize me from somewhere? the nerves creating the knot in my stomach became strong and I felt the knot begin to expand.

he slowly scanned my attire before coming back to meet my eyes.

'I____ l have a resume....." my voice trailed off, the thought continued only by the finger I pointed toward the folder I had so painstaking spent hours on. He wasn't paying attention to that instead, he walked over to where I was sitting until he stood directly in front of me.

" Get up" his tone was commanding, and I felt my body jerk out before my brain could process what was happening.

looking at him in closer now, I saw that the magazines and pictures I had seen him in did not do him justice, God, he is beautiful.

what do you think of me, ms Johnson? " he asked.