THE REMORSEFUL BILLIONAIRE

Nathan’s POV

I sat on my bed for a few minutes after I woke up, I needed to recollect all the energy I lost the previous day and then lose it all today again. That’s how my life has been lately, and today, being the day of the job interview, I already predicted what the future of stress has in store for me.

I painted my room dark gray to ease tensions for mornings like this. When I wake up, I don’t seem to remember who I am. They ease my tensions and remind me.

“That shouldn’t be what’s on my mind now” I muttered to myself. “I have an interview to host”.

I went into the bathroom, did all the necessary and got into my car and drove off. Stopping in front of my office has always given me stress and anxiety attacks. It was different today, the anxiety was fresh and more severe. I knew it was because I had to pace myself for the interview that I agreed to host. It was my company and we needed workers, it should be my duty to host it, right?

“Good morning, Mr. Nathan” an employee briskly walked to me.

I was offered a cup of coffee, “What flavor is this?” I asked her out of real curiosity, because I think some of the workers are out to poison me. Most of them think I’m not good for the job.

“Cappuccino, sir”, was the answer she gave me without any hesitation.

“Cappuccino? I hate Cappuccino, how do you not know that?” I almost yelled at her.

Moments like this gives me more than enough reasons why truly, I needed a PA. “Man I miss John, already”

“I’m sorry sir,” her hands were stretched out to my cup to take it from me, “do you need a new one?”NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

“What I need is a new assistant,” I told her and headed for my office.

The plan was to take the cappuccino that way. I continued the short journey to my office.

I sat in my office and took a sip of the cappuccino, it gave me this choky feeling and I knew I could not drink it.

“I need to get a new one, a Latte this time. ” I muttered to myself and headed to the coffee maker.

I stood up in anger and it was at that moment I needed my coffee the most.

“All applicants, wait in the conference room, Mr. Nathan will be open for the interview by ten o’clock” I overhead the receptionist shout and watched the happiness of me getting the cup of coffee I wanted disappear, flew away, literally, followed by the realization that dawned on me, I had less than five minutes to go to the cafe and head back.

I can swear I never mentioned interviewing them at ten o’clock.

“Why wouldn’t I be told that the interview was by ten, this is yet another reason why I need an assistant”.

I heard the elevator dink and I knew it was one of the applicants that I had to interview.

I was on my way to get more coffee when I bumped into her. She stared at me and I didn’t help the situation any better as it got weird and I held that gaze.

I knew I’d met her somewhere, but where? That was what I was trying to figure out before her voice brought me back to reality.

“Ma’am” I said, noticing how familiar her face looked. “I am sorry” I said not only from the bumping but for the memory I used in remembering her.

“Don’t apologize, it is my fault” She said to me in a very gentle tone. I don’t think she had any idea of who I was, but then, why did she stare at me that way?

The pressure I was feeling at that moment was not something I could bury and forget.

I helped her with her files and quickly continued on my way to get more coffee and avoid awkwardness. With the way my leg felt, I knew I left that part of the room at a more different pace than I used to bump into her.

“Ohhh, latte, where are you?” I said, scanning the area for latte. I think I know her but somehow she does not seem to reciprocate that thought. Maybe I’m just overthinking it”

I found the latte and went back into my office and then the conference which was now used to interview strangers, who were mostly women.

After taking a break from the last few interviews, to be very honest I was not impressed at all, they were all lovely ladies, but none of them fit in for the role and that started becoming very disturbing.

“Can today get any worse” I muttered to myself with my hands on my face.

“Good morning”, I said as I watched a young lady walk into my office to be interviewed.

She was the same person I bumped into at the hall. I had no idea she came for the interview.

Now I recollected her face completely, I just needed to confirm if she was really the one.

Unlike the other applicants, I was oddly nice to her and got into a conversation that didn’t correspond to what a boss and his assistant should talk about.

Yes, after asking her a few questions for confirmation. I realized she was the one. I had raped her three years ago when I was still stupid and not wary of the consequences of what I did.

She thought it was weird that she got the job, but I also had this feeling that she would do well by my side as my Personal Assistant.

She didn’t seem to recognize me and I was bent on making it up to her. This was my secret and it had to be protected if I wanted her close to me.