Page 6 of West (The Moral Compass 1)
I step out of the elevator to a floor that is floor-to-ceiling glass. This is something else. I look down at my interview suit and feel completely out of place. This place is for the wealthy and people who have been to university. I’m already starting to talk myself out of this job.
Come on, Sutton. You can do this. You are the best at what you do. Nobody can—
“Miss Smith, please follow me. Mr. Gregson and Miss Avalon are ready to see you in the boardroom. Can I get you a drink of water or coffee?”
“No, but thank you.” I don’t need anything to drop or throw over anyone.
I can see the looks on people’s faces as I walk through what I imagine is the call centre. I smile at a few and a few smile back.
Good start, Sutton.
“Please take a seat; they will be with you shortly.”
I sit down and open my laptop, preparing my presentation and notes.
Everything is going okay. Just breathe, Sutton. Remember: you can do this.
The door opens, and two people walk in, introduce themselves, and the interview begins. Exactly on time, the interview ends. I thank them for their time and consideration, and they thank me for attending. All very professional.
Well, I couldn’t have done any more than I did. My presentation was amazing. They even said it was a good use of technology. I should find out before the end of the week. So, it’ll be fingers, toes, and everything else crossed until then and living off noodles just so I can afford this month’s rent.
I’m waiting for the elevator, and the hairs on my neck start to prickle. I start to feel the heat I felt on the train station. I look around, and I can’t see anyone, but I do get a faint smell of the same cologne that Mr. Hot Coffee was wearing. I look around again. It feels like someone is watching me, but there is no one there. Not even the receptionist. I enter the elevator, taking everything in.
This is where you belong, Sutton. This is your dream.
I walk out of the building with a positive feeling and butterflies in my stomach. I must remind myself that I shouldn’t get ahead of myself. The job’s not mine. Yet.
Chapter 4
West
I’mstillsomewhatdistractedby the mystery woman this morning. Alicia has been driving me insane all the way in on the train, constantly moaning that she is having to mix with the dirty unwashed. She really needs to live in the real world. Not everyone was born with a trust fund the size of a small country.
She’s pretty pissed at me because I offered our car service to one of the board members and insisted on taking public transport. It must have been Alicia’s first time on a train. She didn’t even appreciate the subtle enhancements of first class. But with nothing to compare to why would she?
I can’t take much more of this.
“Alicia, why don’t you go ahead? I’ve got some papers to drop off down the street.”
“Oh, okay. I’ll see you in there.” And off she walks.
Thank the Lord for a little peace and quiet. I don’t have any papers to drop off. I just need to take a different route to get some time away from her. I walk around the block before I head in through the service
entrance.
“Good morning, West,” my receptionist greets.
“It certainly is, Sandra,” I practically sing.
“You’re in an exceptionally good mood, West. Did you manage to escape Alicia?” she asks.
“You’re too observant for your own good,” I laugh and start off down the corridor. Alex Gregson meets me at my office door.
“West, the first interview is prepped in the boardroom. Are you attending today or doing your spy game?”
“I think I’ll observe through the one-way glass.” I’m too fucking distracted to sit and ask questions and actually look interested in some half-assed presentation.
Why can’t I get this mystery woman off my mind? Why can I not stop thinking of her cherry lips wrapped around my cock. My hand fisted in the back of her hair. “Can you get Sandra to drop off a cup of coffee for me, please?” I’m hoping I can sort myself out soon or today will be a waste of fucking time. There is no way I’ll find anyone to run Operations when I can’t stop thinking of her.
