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“Now?”
“Right now, preferably.”
She sucked in a breath. “You know, I used to really admire you, Mr. Walters.”
“Don’t forget to take your glitter posters with you.”
“When I read that you were starting your own firm in TechCrunch and using your office here for interviews, I thought you would be open to hiring someone like me. Someone young, motivated, and willing to help you grow your social media followers.”
“I don’t have a social media account.”
“That’s exactly why you should hire me, don’t you think?”
I tapped my fingers on my desk and waited for her to stop staring at me. I was pretty sure she expected me to let her challenge my decision, but I wasn't the type. I'd sat through thirteen interviews this morning, and her interview was sadly one of the better ones.
“The door is right behind you, Miss Thomas,” I said. “Would you like me to open it for you?”
"For the record," she said, huffing as she walked toward my door. "I didn't really admire you. I've heard you're an asshole, and I heard your big ego is a cover-up for having a subpar cock." She stormed out and attempted to slam my door, but it was too heavy, so she simply threw up her middle finger.
I called my secretary, Tillie.
“Yes, Mr. Walters?” she answered on the first ring.
“Was Miss Thomas the last interview I have scheduled for the day?”
“Yes, sir. Which ones would you like me to send follow-up letters to?”
“None,” I tossed all the resumes into the trash. “But can you please call HR and tell them to stop fucking with me?”
“Absolutely.” She laughed. “I’ll do it right now.”
I ended the call and hit "not interested" on every one of their online applications. Years ago, I might've considered giving a few of them a chance, but I wasn’t that type of man anymore.
I’d become far more ruthless, but it wasn’t by choice. Always by circumstance. Whenever I was nice and accommodating, people took advantage—begged for more than they deserved. When I was firm and unrelenting, people took only what I gave and never asked for anything more.
“Don’t make me call security on you!” Tillie’s loud yelling suddenly made me look up. “You can’t just go into his office without an appointment! Stop! Stop!”
Deep laughter followed from the intruder, and I didn’t have to guess who she was talking to.
“I need a favor.” Jonathan walked into my office. “Actually, I need three favors.”
“Sir, Mr. Statham completely disregarded me and barged right past the reception area.” Tillie rushed in behind him. “I tried to stop him this time.”
“That’s more than okay, Tillie. We both know Mr. Statham has the mind of a toddler when it comes to getting what he wants, whenever he wants. Next time, please call security. He deserves to be kicked out of one of his own buildings at least once.”
“I will.” She glared at Jonathan before shutting the door.
“Like I was saying,” he said, laughing, “I need three favors.”
“I’ll consider doing one.”
“Fair enough.” He took a seat in front of me. “Before I get to the favors, did you manage to hack into the security cameras from Hayley’s hotel?”
“I did.”
“Well, did you notice anything? Was someone else with her when she got back from that art auction party?”
"I didn't. Nothing at all." I'd hacked into the hotel's system and deleted the hell out of that footage seconds after I left her suite that night. I highly doubted Jonathan would've believed any of my reasons for carrying a passed-out Hayley across the lobby and up to her suite.
