Page 26 of The Damaged Billionaire's Obsession
I’m not always successful in interviews; actually, I frequently fail, mainly due to my lack of a degree. But my skill has never once been called into question, and it made me feel like I was somehow not enough.
Not enough for him.
When he asked me that question, he seemed surprised by my answer, disappointed, almost.
It was a dark room, but I felt the weight of his stare on me. I could have sworn something passed between us, but I’m sure I was imagining things, having dreamed about him this morning.
I drain the glass of wine I brought along with me and leave the cooling rose-scented water. I wrap my terry cloth robe around me and head to the kitchen for some more wine when my phone vibrates on the kitchen counter. It stops while I’m getting my fingers dry enough to pick up.
It’s Jordan.
The phone starts ringing again, and I pick up on the first ring.
“Hi, Jordan.”
“Bonnie, thanks for coming today. That was an amazing performance. I knew I was right to invite you.”
“But?” I ask, the feeling in my gut telling me that there was something more he wanted to say.
“Oh, you want to know if you got in? I’m afraid that it’s not good news.”
Crap, I knew it.
I didn’t get the job. It was probably down to Ethan because I know Jordan, Mike, and Sajid would have hired me off the bat if they could have.
Shame. I didn’t think I’d like the place, but getting in there today, I fell in love with it. I already imagined myself wearing an Acercraft t-shirt.
“You’re in, Bonnie!” Jordan interrupts my train of thought.
“What? I thought you said—“
“I was just kidding. Bonnie, your presentation was the best out of the candidates we interviewed. Everyone loved it.”
“Even…?” my voice trails off, but Jordan knows what I wantto ask.
“Yes, even him. He’s a bit of a hard ass and believes in testing limits, so don’t worry, that’s just him.”
“Wow, okay.” I let myself release the giddy chuckle I’d been holding in.
“Congratulations, Bonnie, and let me be the first to say welcome to the team. HR will be in touch.”
“Thanks, Jordan.”
I squeal and even do a small victory dance. For someone who was so bent on not going, I’m super excited about getting picked.
For the rest of the afternoon, I call all my friends. Sabrina is surprised and relieved, having been so anxious that it might be awkward between Jordan and me if I got turned down. I even called my Nan in Clonmel and Twiggy, an old friend who now lives in Dublin.
I then spend the rest of the afternoon researching everything on the Acercraft Group.
My first week at Acercraft was for orientation. Another guy, Owen, had also been employed for the same role, so it was nice to have a friend to chat to as we went along.
There’s a gym on our floor, a huge cafe with seating areas where we have lunch, a testing room, and a dark room where we can unwind and play online video games. There are bathrooms next to the dormitory-style luxury bedrooms to crash in if we’re ever too tired to go home.
Gosh. And they say they don’t want employees hooking up.
That’s the first rule that needs to change here, if I ever get a say.
If they expect us to work this hard, then they should be prepared to turn a blind eye to the way we choose to let off steam.